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 No.4276

Not necessarily authorized sequel to "Sweetie Belle's Gift" and "Apple Bloom Lends a Hand, and Other Limbs" (since I haven't heard from their authors). Tags: Female/Female; snuff; dissection; cannibalism; non-consensual.

***
Twilight hummed contentedly to herself as she moved around the laboratory of her castle, setting up the equipment she'd need. After all, this was a very special day. Once everything was in place, she started into the room next door, which she had recently and officially dubbed "The Brain Room". For it was here that the still living brains of Equestrians who had, for whatever reason, allowed their bodies to be taken apart after a special spell was cast, allowing their brains to survive regardless of the condition of their bodies.

The top shelf held two very special brains: those of Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, the younger sisters of Twilight's friends Rarity and Applejack, who had both consented to letting their older sisters cut them up and use their parts for other purposes. Sweetie Belle had become the basis for Rarity's new line of leather goods, while Apple Bloom's family had used her parts for a variety of purposes, including turning her bones into farm tools. Next to them sat an empty jar labeled with the name "Scootaloo", reserved for the last living member of the original Cutie Mark Crusaders, whom Twilight expected would be joining her friends any day now. And on the same shelf, but some distance away, sat two empty jars reserved for Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, two bullying fillies from Ponyville whose parents had quietly confessed to Twilight that they planned to sell them to Rarity for parts if they didn't shape up soon, and that she was more than welcome to their brains once they were harvested.

That led to another shelf, which had yet to be occupied, but that would change in just a few hours. Soon after Sweetie Belle's brain had come to stay with her, Twilight had approached her fellow princesses with a proposal. Crime was rare in Equestria, and crimes worthy of the death penalty even rarer, to the point where even when it happened, the ones who committed them were merely thrown in prison.

But months ago, a criminal had surfaced who was simply too dangerous to be imprisoned by normal means. Starlight Glimmer, an extremely talented unicorn, had been found running a village occupied entirely by ponies with the same Cutie Mark. Twilight and her friends had discovered that Starlight was in fact using a spell to strip the residents of their original marks and replace them with a new one that suppressed all individual talents and personality traits. Once her actions were exposed, Starlight had evaded capture and fled to parts unknown.

After returning to Ponyville, Twilight had alerted the royal guard, informing them of Starlight and her actions, and they had eventually caught her. Because of her crimes, the two senior princesses had reluctantly agreed to Twilight's proposed plan: harvest Starlight and reduce her to a brain in a jar so she could never hurt anypony ever again like she had before. Furthermore, when Twilight had suggested that she could also harvest other ponies guilty of heinous crimes, using her castle as a sort of prison for them once they were just brains in jars, Luna and Celestia had agreed to that as well. And now, Starlight was due to be delivered to her castle within the day, while at least two more would arrive by the end of the week.

"Miss Twilight?"

Twilight blinked as she was startled out of her introspections, and turned to the younger girl at the door. "Yes, Liza?"

"They're here."

"Ah, good. Thank you, Liza." Twilight watched the younger girl go with a smile. A week or so before, Liza's parents, an ill and aging couple who didn't have long for the world, had come to the castle and offered to sell their daughter to Twilight, knowing she would take good care of a growing child. Twilight had consented, and had made Liza her new assistant. (Spike, who normally held the position, had recently moved to the Crystal Empire to help Cadance and Shining Armor take care of their own newborn daughter, and Owlowiscious‎, useful as he was, had his own limitations that kept him from taking over for Spike full-time.) She had done a wonderful job so far, but today would be her biggest test yet: seeing how she handled herself during the dissection of another living being. If she did well enough, Twilight had promised to begin teaching her more skills, effectively making her the princess's apprentice.

A short while later, everything was ready, as Starlight lay on the table, stark naked and magically bound to prevent movement as Twilight and Liza stood over her. A second restraint had been placed on her horn to prevent any magical discharges, and Twilight had just placed the preservation spell on her brain, before turning to Liza. "Now, we're going to remove her horn first, so here's what we need to do." Pressing the scalpel gently against the skin at the base of the horn, she continued talking. "You have to gently press the blade against the skin, and sort of roll it along around the outer edge, so you don't accidentally do any damage to the horn itself, understand?"

Liza nodded as Twilight continued cutting. "Once you have the incision made all the way around, you cut just a little deeper and then... out it comes!" She extracted the horn, and the carbuncle just underneath it, and placed the items into the jar Liza had ready for her, then set them aside. "Now, we apply the sealing spell so she doesn't bleed out, and flip her over so we can start skinning her." Starlight's eyes widened (in spite of the spell on her), as Twilight continued. "We need to be careful here too, because Rarity wants her skin for her shop, and it has to be perfect." She examined Starlight's body, and pointed to a spit. "We'll start the cut... here!" She sliced gently into the skin, pointing out key spots where they would cut again, so the skin would ultimately come off in one piece, and even let Liza have a go at it in some of them, watching proudly as the younger girl's hand moved steadily, never wavering and allowing her to make the cuts without a single mistake. Between them, they soon had the entire skin off, and placed under a separate preservation spell so Rarity could treat it properly after she got it back to her shop.

With the skin removed, the two now moved on to the next stage, opening up the body and removing the internal organs. Twilight watched as Liza cut through the layers of muscle on Starlight's torso, cutting it into steaks and setting it aside. Once all the meat had been removed from her front, they were able to get to the organs below and gently cut them loose, storing each of them in their own sample jars. "These will go to Fluttershy," Twilight pointed out as they took out the stomach, esophagus and entrails. "The liver, kidneys and pancreas are all suitable for transplant into those who need them, and the heart and lungs too, once we get those out."

Next to come were the ovaries and uterus, and Twilight watched as Liza gently cut them out. "These, I have something special in mind for," she told Liza. "Rarity gets the womb, but the ovaries are staying here."

"What are you going to do with them?" Liza asked.

"That..." Twilight grinned mischievously, "Is a secret!"

Finally, only the heart and lungs remained, but Twilight had something special in mind first. "Now, we're going to take out those eyes." (If it had been possible, they would have widened further in horror.) "This is one of the most critical parts of the operation, and there's a very specific ritual that has to be done during it. First, for this to work properly, her own reflection has to be the last thing she sees." She pointed to the hand mirror nearby. "I'll be holding that up while you take out the eyes. Then, we pack them in myrrh, cassia bark and aloes." She held up a jar of green material. "That's right here. I have a spell I have to say afterward, and then we set them aside for forty days while they sort of... crystalize. Once they're all done, they can be used for something very important. Now, eyes can be damaged very easily, so be very, very careful. Ready?"

Liza nodded, and slowly, carefully worked her way in behind the left eye before severing the nerve holding it into the socket. She set the eye in the jar, then took out the other one. Twilight, setting the mirror aside, quickly packed the eyes in the jar's mossy contents, muttering a spell under her breath, before sealing the jar. "There. Now, for the piéce de résistance, the brain itself."

"Um, what about her heart and lungs?"

Twilight waved a hand flippantly. "They come out afterward. So, what we do, is cut the rest of the muscle tissue off her head."

Liza followed her teacher's directions, gently slicing the rest of the meat off of Starlight's skull and setting it aside, before they began opening up the skull itself. Working carefully, the two managed to remove the brain, stem and all, and place it into the jar Twilight had prepared. Looking at the brain, Twilight smiled, and pointed to the next jar. "Now, the heart and lungs." She pointed to it, and Liza got to work, cutting the last organs from Starlight's torso. Once they were stored, Twilight gestured to the body. "I'm going to take all these jars out, and put them somewhere safe. You can take the rest of the meat off her bones while I'm doing that."

Liza smiled, and went back to work. While Twilight bustled around with the other jars, she stripped the muscle tissue from the bones, and soon had it all neatly set aside. Once Twilight returned, she wrapped up the meat into separate bundles for storage in her kitchen's freezer. They would make for plenty of good eating in the days to come. While she was doing that, Liza finished the last of the cleaning of the bones themselves.

A few hours later, as Twilight checked the Starlight steaks she had put on to grill, she looked at Liza, who was standing nearby. "You did a wonderful job today, Liza."

"Th-thank you, Miss Twilight."

"In fact, you did such a wonderful job..." Twilight smiled. "You passed my test. You're my new apprentice, Liza."

The younger girl looked happy. "Really?"

"Really." Twilight pulled her into a hug. "I can't imagine anypony I'd rather have at my side for this job. And I'm sure you're going to do just as well on the next few ones who come in."

Liza smiled. "So, what are they in for?"

"Well, there's one named Suri Polomare. She's been involved in some... fraudulent business practices, and she's been caught at it too many times, with no signs of remorse. They're sending her from Manehatten in just a few days. The other is a mare from Cloudsdale, and she's the big one."

"Oh?"

Twilight nodded. "Lightning Dust is guilty of reckless flying that caused severe injuries to other ponies, putting them in the hospital. One of them was the daughter of the mayor of Cloudsdale, which is why he pushed for her to be sent to me for harvesting. She'll be here in a week."

"Ouch."

"Very ouch. And now... can you set the table? The others will be here soon, and I need things to be ready when they arrive."

"Okay!" Liza ran off.

Twilight smiled as she watched the younger girl go. Ah, to be that young again... She turned back to the steaks, and flipped them. Taking her in was the best decision I ever made. Maybe I'll get really lucky, and she'll wind up an alicorn like me. Then we can keep doing this for a very, very long time.

THE END

***

Your thoughts?

 No.4277

Caught something I meant to clarify in-fic - Twilight's new apprentice is Liza Doolots, a young unicorn from Ponyville. (Her first appearance in the show has her hopping along with Dinky Hooves and a couple of bunnies during the "Winter Wrap-Up" song.)

 No.4280

Interesting, not as much detail as in Apple Bloom'd story and you didn't reveal what the ovaries were for. Good short story overall though especially since there seems to have been something of a dry spell for good stories on GUROchan for past few days.

 No.4282

>>4280
Regarding "not as much detail": This IS kind of my first time really writing guro that was worth publishing. That, and I'm not as fond of bloody details as some people.

Regarding "not revealing what the ovaries were for": That was deliberate. In TVTropes terms, it would fall under "Sequel Hook" or "Saved For The Sequel". (Also, the eyes they took out and treated. Trust me, I have plans for both things.)

Glad it was liked though.

 No.4283

Hello, I'm the author of the Apple Bloom story. Very happy to see someone else get inspired by the premise, like I was. Very good for a first guro story-my only advice is to perhaps linger on the actual guro a little more. Maybe write it from the perspective of the victim, and describe their feelings at being stripped down to parts, seeing their skin and organs being slowly taken away.

Apart from that, I love your world-building, and I'm hoping to see more. Good stuff!

 No.4285

It's a little on the short side for my taste, but it's pretty well written. Barely any grammatical mistakes aside from one or two typos. My main suggestion for future stories would be to include more of the victim's reactions; what is she feeling? Does it hurt? What is she thinking? Aside from Starlight's eyes widening twice this story doesn't really contain anything like that, which means the whole thing is mainly a mechanical description of the order in which bits are removed, which isn't hugely interesting in its own right. As with almost all good stories, a good guro story requires character development. Does Starlight struggle to break free, fighting Twilight until her last breath? Does she accept her fate? Does she try to plead with Twilight to release her? What does she think about when she's been reduced to a brain in a jar? Is she plotting revenge? Is she thinking about how her life might have turned out different if she had accepted the main six's offer of friendship? As a general guideline, readers should be able to get a sense of someone's character even if they don't know any of that character's backstory.

All in all, though, I'd say this is a fairly decent first effort, and I certainly wouldn't mind reading more of your work in the future.

 No.4287

>>4283
Appreciate the advice, and will take that into account next time.

>>4285
I caught one typo while re-reading ("spit" instead of "spot") and have fixed that in my master copy, but what else did I miss?

And as with the person above, will work on incorporating more of the victim's reactions into the story (keep in mind, she was magically paralyzed - the widening of the eyes, signaling that she realized what was happening to her and was utterly terrified by it, was literally about the only movement she could manage) and including more details on the dissection.

Quote: "What does she think about when she's been reduced to a brain in a jar?"

I'll probably include something about that in the next part when I write it. (I do know she's pretty freaked by it.)

Quote: "All in all, though, I'd say this is a fairly decent first effort, and I certainly wouldn't mind reading more of your work in the future."

Thank you. I'll try to work on the sequel soon. (I actually have an older MLP vore story I've been meaning to work on as well, so with any luck, that might also be posted at some point in the future.)

 No.4288

>>4282
Ah, that answers those questions then. As for the detail, think more along the lines of Car Fight and Susan. Both had in depth detail, but weren't bloody. Or, even better, think of the Apple Bloom story with its detail.

 No.4295

>>4287

No problem! Also as a possible suggestion, how about someone only getting half-dissected as a slightly less harsh punishment, possibly because they show signs of regret and possible reform? I.e they "only" have all their limbs cut off, or skinned or something, and then let free.

 No.4296

Not bad for a first time. Just one "little" problem, dissection is conducted on a corpse not a living creature/anthro human pony. So this would technically be the vivisection(on still living creatures)of Starlight Glimmer.

 No.4298

For a first story, that was pretty good. Your writing is smooth and easy to read.

I agree with the rest that it was a bit too mechanical since there was barely any reaction from the victim. A look at her thoughts as it was happening would have went a long way. Maybe a scene at the start of the story as Starlight was delivered to Twilight (and before she got paralyzed) would have at least given the reader an idea of how the criminal was taking this situation.

But don't let us nitpicking your story discourage you. You obviously have talent and I'll look forward to read your next story.

 No.4299

>>4296 Was not aware of that particular definition (and the dictionary I use doesn't differentiate it)... it was a last-minute addition.

>>4298 Thanks for the compliments. (But one error: this is just my first real guro story, and the first involving dissection/vivisection, not the first thing I've ever written period. I have had some experience writing non-guro fics.)

Quote: "I agree with the rest that it was a bit too mechanical since there was barely any reaction from the victim. A look at her thoughts as it was happening would have went a long way. Maybe a scene at the start of the story as Starlight was delivered to Twilight (and before she got paralyzed) would have at least given the reader an idea of how the criminal was taking this situation."

Eh... it was kind of a first/second draft (the first being the version I wrote up by hand; the second being the version that came about as it was typed up, which added or altered some stuff - the "saving her organs for transplant" and the ritual for the eyes, were both added in that stage; it also confirmed the idea of Liza becoming Twilight's apprentice and permanent assistant, rather than just a potential harvest waiting to happen, which was hinted at in the first draft). I think I'll start working on a third draft next, to try and improve this one.

Quote: "But don't let us nitpicking your story discourage you. You obviously have talent and I'll look forward to read your next story."

Nitpicking, nothing. This is helpful advice. It tells me what I have to fix when I do the next draft and future works.

 No.4301

The Vivisection of Starlight Glimmer; by The Bizarre One.
- AKA the third draft of what was "The Dissection of Starlight Glimmer"; a sequel to "Sweetie Belle's Gift" and "Apple Bloom Lends a Hand, and Other Limbs".
- Tags: Female/Female; snuff; vivisection (AKA "dissection of the still-living"); cannibalism; non-consensual.

This version has taken into account the advice given after my first draft was posted, including victim reactions both before and during the process. (And keep in mind, this is still the first story I've written involving guro of this type.)
~*~

Twilight hummed contentedly to herself as she moved around the laboratory of her castle, setting up the equipment she'd need. After all, this was a very special day for her. Once everything was in place, she started into the room next door, which she had recently and officially dubbed "The Brain Room". For it was here that the still living brains of Equestrians who had, for whatever reason, allowed their bodies to be taken apart after a special spell was cast, enabling their brains to survive regardless of the condition of their bodies.

The top shelf held two very special brains: those of Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, the younger sisters of Twilight's friends Rarity and Applejack, who had both consented to letting their older sisters cut them up and use their parts for other purposes. Sweetie Belle had become the basis for Rarity's new line of leather goods, while Apple Bloom's family had used her parts for a variety of purposes, including turning her bones into farm tools. Next to them sat an empty jar labeled with the name "Scootaloo", reserved for the last living member of the original Cutie Mark Crusaders, whom Twilight expected would be joining her friends any day now. And on the same shelf, but some distance away, sat two empty jars reserved for Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, two bullying fillies from Ponyville whose parents had quietly confessed to Twilight that they planned to sell them to Rarity for parts if they didn't shape up soon, and that she was more than welcome to their brains once they were harvested.

That led to another shelf, which had yet to be occupied, but that would change in just a few hours. Soon after Sweetie Belle's brain had come to stay with her, Twilight had approached her fellow princesses with a proposal. Crime was rare in Equestria, and crimes truly worthy of the death penalty even rarer, to the point where even when it happened, the ones who committed them were merely thrown in prison.

But months ago, a criminal had surfaced who was simply too dangerous to be imprisoned by normal means. Starlight Glimmer, an extremely talented unicorn, had been found running a village occupied entirely by ponies with the same Cutie Mark. Twilight and her friends had discovered that Starlight was using a spell (though she had at first claimed it was a magical artifact she was using) to strip the residents of their original marks, some of them against their will, and replace them with a new one that suppressed all individual talents and personality traits. She had even stolen the marks of Twilight and her friends after luring them into the cave where she kept the removed marks.

Once Twilight and the others had publicly exposed her lies to the villagers, they had rebelled, recovering their original marks. Four had then pursued Starlight, who had fled the village with the six marks of Twilight and her own circle of friends in retaliation for their exposing her. While the quartet had successfully retrieved the last of the stolen marks, Starlight herself had evaded capture and fled to parts unknown. And after returning to Ponyville, Twilight had alerted the royal guard, informing them of Starlight and her actions, as her theft of Twilight's own mark amounted to treason against the crown. The guards had made her capture their number one priority, and eventually brought her in.

Because of her crimes, the two senior princesses had reluctantly agreed to Twilight's proposed plan: harvest Starlight and reduce her to a brain in a jar. Without a living body, she would be unable to access her magic, and could never hurt anypony ever again like she had before. Furthermore, when Twilight had suggested that she could also harvest other ponies guilty of heinous crimes, using her castle as a sort of prison for them once they were just brains in jars, Luna and Celestia had agreed to that as well. And now, Starlight was due to be delivered to her castle for harvesting that very morning, while at least two more would arrive by the end of the week.

"Miss Twilight?"

Twilight blinked as she was startled out of her introspections, and turned to the younger girl at the door. "Yes, Liza?"

"They're here."

"Ah, good. Thank you, Liza." Twilight watched the younger girl go with a smile. A week or so before, an ill and aging unicorn couple who didn't have long for the world had come to the castle with their daughter, Liza Doolots. Not wanting their only child to fall prey to unscrupulous ponies who would take advantage of her (and there had in fact been a few who would, and unfortunately had; they were currently being interrogated elsewhere and would be scheduled for vivisection once the guards had learned everything they could about any potential accomplices), and knowing that Twilight would take good care of a growing child, they had asked her to take Liza and raise her as she saw fit.

Upon hearing their reasons for giving up their daughter, Twilight had consented, and named Liza her new primary assistant. (Spike, who normally held the position, had recently moved to the Crystal Empire to help Cadance and Shining Armor take care of their own newborn daughter, and Owlowiscious‎, useful as he was, had his own limitations that kept him from taking over for Spike full-time.) The unicorn girl had done a wonderful job so far, but today would be her biggest test yet: seeing how she handled herself during the vivisection of another living being. If she did well enough, Twilight had promised to take her as her official apprentice and begin teaching her more skills.

But first, she had to accept delivery. Making one last check of the room, she reassured herself that all was set, and left for the castle's entrance hall.

~*~

The guards, along with the heavily restrained (including a special one on her horn, to prevent any magical discharges), magically gagged, and fiercely glaring Starlight, were waiting just inside the door, while Liza watched from a distance. "Princess Twilight," one of them greeted her. "Your prisoner."

"Thank you," Twilight told him. "I'll take her from here."

"Your highness, this prisoner is exceptionally dangerous! We can't just let you take her without proper precautions!"

Twilight raised an eyebrow. "Let me, guardsman? Let me?"

The guardsman realized his mistake. "Ah, no offense, your highness. I..."

"I'll let it slide. This time," Twilight warned him. "But I gave an order, and I expect it to be obeyed. Now, I'll take her from here."

"Y-yes, your highness." The two guardsmen stepped back, allowing Twilight to look at her prisoner. A glow of magic later, and the other unicorn-woman was moving along behind her, while Liza silently brought up the rear of the line. Together, the three entered the laboratory, where Twilight turned to face Starlight.

"You know, it didn't have to go this far," she told her prisoner. "You could have tried making friends the normal way. But no, you had to resort to brainwashing. That was bad enough. But to commit treason by trying it against one of Equestria's princesses... well, that was it for you."

Starlight glared again, and Twilight briefly removed her gag. Once it was gone, the other unicorn-woman began to speak. "You think you're so smart! Do you really, really think you can do anything that would hurt me? You're too nice to try!"

"Nice, am I?" Twilight gave her a look. "Take a look around. What do you think those cutting tools are for?"

"Intimidation," Starlight huffed. "Even when the guards brought me in, they never did anything to hurt me. And I can't believe you would either."

"Oh, really?" Twilight gave her a look. "Liza, show her."

"Yes, ma'am." Liza hurried into the other room, then returned. With a brain in a jar.

"This belonged to an Earth Pony mare," Twilight told her. "Her husband sold her to my friend Rarity for parts a while back. We personally cut her up while she was still alive, and we made her daughter watch us while we did it, so she'd know what would happen to her if she didn't shape up. And she's mostly behaved herself since then, but we're pretty sure she's going to end up in my collection anyway, right alongside her mother." She looked at Liza. "You can put it away now, Liza."

"Mm-hmm." Liza shyly left the room, still carrying the jar.

Watching her go, Twilight turned back to Starlight. "Now, do you have anything else to say?"

Starlight's eyes narrowed. "You're bluffing."

"Oh, am I?" In a flurry of magic, Twilight had the other mare on the table, stark naked and gagged again. "We'll see." As Liza returned to her side, the jar containing Apple Bloom's brain re-shelved (for it had in fact been hers, and not Spoiled Rich's as Twilight had claimed - the other mare, unpleasant as she was, had yet to truly earn the fate of being harvested, and had certainly never volunteered for it; Twilight had made up the story with the idea that it would have the desired effect of showing Starlight how serious she was about this), Twilight cast the next two spells she'd prepared: one that would utterly paralyze Starlight so she couldn't move as they cut into her, and the preservation spell that would keep Starlight's brain alive no matter what happened to her body.

With everything ready, Twilight turned to Liza. "To start off, we're going to remove her horn first, and here's how we're going to do it." Selecting a scalpel and holding it over Starlight's forehead, she continued talking as she began the work. "You have to gently press the blade against the skin, and sort of roll it along around the outer edge, so you don't accidentally do any damage to the horn itself, understand?"

Liza nodded as Twilight continued cutting. "Once you have the incision made all the way around, you cut just a little deeper until you get to the skull, and then... out it all comes!" She extracted the horn and carbuncle (a small jewel just inside its base) from the hole she had made. Placing the items into the jar Liza had ready for her, and gesturing for it to be set aside, she continued. "Now, we apply the sealing spell so she doesn't bleed out."

Liza watched, fascinated, as Twilight did so. "The effect will spread over her whole body as we make more cuts. Now, we'll flip her over so we can start skinning her." Starlight's eyes widened (in spite of the spell on her), to Twilight's satisfaction. "We need to be careful here too, because Rarity wants her skin for her shop, and it has to be perfect."

She examined Starlight's body, running a hand over the bare flesh, and pointed to a spot along the base of the spine. "We'll start the cut... here!" She sliced gently into the skin, and as she continued cutting, pointed out key spots where they would cut again, in such a way that the skin would ultimately come off in one piece. She even let Liza have a go at it in some of them, watching proudly as the younger girl's hand moved steadily, never wavering and allowing her to make the cuts without a single mistake. Between them, they soon had the entire skin off, and placed under a separate preservation spell so Rarity could treat it properly after she got it back to her shop.

"This is really wonderful," she remarked to Liza. "In fact, if Rarity wanted, she could just have it stuffed, and it would look exactly like the original pony. She won't do it for this one, I'm sure, but maybe another time."

With the skin removed, the two now moved on to the next stage, opening up the body, with Twilight instructing Liza as she cut through the layers of muscle on Starlight's torso, slicing it into steaks and setting it aside. "That's our dinner tonight," she told Liza (and Starlight). "Your first real meal of meat from a woman you personally cut up. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

"Yes!" Liza burst out, then looked embarrassed. "I... er..."

"It's okay, Liza. You don't have to be afraid to show a little enthusiasm about your work." Twilight looked at the girl with a smile. "It's a sure sign that you're doing it right, after all. Now, you'll be taking out the organs, and putting them in these jars."

She watched as Liza removed Starlight's internals, explaining what would happen to each of them. "These will go to Fluttershy," Twilight pointed out as they took out the stomach, esophagus and entrails. "The liver, kidneys and pancreas are all suitable for transplant into those who need them, and the heart and lungs too, once we get those out."

Next to come were the ovaries and uterus, and Twilight watched as Liza gently cut them out. "Rarity's getting the womb," she told Liza. "The flesh is tough, so Rarity uses it for making boot soles. But the ovaries are for my collection, and I have something special in mind for them."

"What are you going to do with them?" Liza asked.

"That..." Twilight grinned mischievously, "Is a secret!" She gave an evil laugh, and was satisfied as Starlight's pupils dilated in response.

Finally, only the heart, lungs and windpipe remained in the torso, but Twilight asked Liza to leave them alone for now. "Those are actually the last of her organs to come out, after her brain. But what else is there?"

"Um, her eyes?"

If it had been possible, said eyes would have widened further in horror as Twilight smiled. "Absolutely correct. Now, they can be damaged very easily, and I have a very specific ritual that has to be done during this part of the operation, so it has to be done absolutely perfect. This is one of the most critical moments here, understand?"

Once Liza nodded, Twilight continued her lecture. "First, for this to work properly, her own reflection has to be the last thing she sees." She pointed to the hand mirror nearby, and a jar of a green moss-like substance. "I'll be holding that mirror up to her face while you take out the eyes. Once they're out, we pack them in myrrh, cassia bark and aloes, and I have a spell I have to say once they're in it. Then we'll set them aside for forty days while they sort of... crystalize. Once they're all done, they can be used for a special project I read about a while back. Are you ready to do this?"

Liza nodded, and taking the scalpel Twilight handed her, slowly, carefully worked her way in behind the left eye before severing the nerve holding it into the socket. She set the eye in the jar, then took out the other one with the same care. Twilight, setting the mirror aside once the second eye was out, quickly packed the two orbs in the jar's mossy contents, muttering a spell under her breath before sealing the jar. "There. Now, for the piéce de résistance. We're going to take out her brain."

She pointed to Starlight's neck. "For this, we're going to start by cutting the rest of the muscle tissue off her head, and setting it aside."

Liza followed her teacher's directions, gently slicing the rest of the meat off of Starlight's skull, before they began opening up the skull itself. Once a tiny hole had been made, Twilight held up a jar. "We need to save the cerebrospinal fluid," she told Liza. "I'm going to use a siphoning spell to get it in here." When that was done, the two cut around the rest of the bone, lifting the top of the skull off to expose the pink-gray mass of flesh beneath.

"We're going to take the brain stem too," Twilight told her. "Just cut it loose from the spinal cord, then the entire brain should come out." Liza did so, and very shortly, they had the brain out and back in its own cerebrospinal fluid, Twilight sealing the jar. She could almost hear Starlight screaming, and frowned. "We'll need to keep an eye on her," she muttered. "Not everypony has accepted losing their bodies like this. Sweetie and Apple Bloom were prepared, but if you aren't ready, you could go insane and die like that one stallion did in Fillydelphia, and that's the last thing we want. I'd better get her into the brain room." She turned to Liza. "You can take out the last of her organs while I'm gone, okay?"

Liza did as she was told, and by the time Twilight was back, all of Starlight's remaining organs lay in their jars, and Liza was taking the rest of the meat off her bones. Watching her work, Twilight smiled as she turned to the jars they'd filled, and began putting them into their designated storage units. After that, she started wrapping up the meat Liza had set aside into separate bundles, preparing them for storage in her kitchen's freezer. These should be tasty, Twilight thought to herself. There's lots of good meals waiting to happen here.

Finally, once all the meat was off, Liza looked to Twilight as she pointed to the bones. "We're saving these too?"

"Absolutely," Twilight told her. "They'll be part of the same project as her eyes. So clean and disinfect them, okay?"

Liza nodded, and got to work.

~*~

A few hours later, as Twilight checked the Starlight steaks she had put on to grill, she looked at Liza, who was standing nearby. "You did a wonderful job today, Liza."

"Th-thank you, Miss Twilight."

"In fact, you did such a wonderful job..." Twilight smiled. "You passed my test. You're my new apprentice, Liza."

The younger girl looked happy. "Really?"

"Really." Twilight pulled her into a hug. "I can't imagine anypony I'd rather have at my side for this job. And I'm sure you're going to do just as well on the next few ponies who come in for us."

Liza smiled. "So, what are they in for?"

"Well, there's one named Suri Polomare. She's been involved in some... fraudulent business practices, and she's been caught at it too many times, with no signs of remorse. They're sending her from Manehatten in just a few days. The other is a mare from Cloudsdale, and she's the big one."

"Oh?"

Twilight nodded. "Lightning Dust is guilty of reckless flying that caused severe injuries to other ponies, putting them in the hospital. One of them was the daughter of the mayor of Cloudsdale, which is why he pushed for her to be sent to me for harvesting. She'll be here in a week."

"Ouch."

"Very ouch. And now... can you set the table? The other girls will be here soon, and I need everything to be ready when they arrive."

"Okay!" Liza ran off.

Twilight smiled as she watched the younger girl go. Ah, to be that young again... She turned back to the steaks, and flipped them. Taking her in was the best decision I ever made. Maybe I'll get really lucky, and she'll wind up an alicorn like me. Then we can keep doing this for a very, very long time.

THE END

***

Any thoughts on this version?

For the record, I already have half-formed thoughts about a sequel, which will reveal what the ovaries, eyes and bones are being used for. (The eyes and bones are all part of something inspired by a book I read a long time ago. The ovaries are for something else, and I'm still debating over exactly what it will be.) Also, we will see more of how Starlight copes with being a brain in a jar. (Inspiration for that was drawn from a different source.)

 No.4303

>>4287 I had another read through it to check for mistakes. Aside from spit/spot, the only typos I could find are that "crystalize" in paragraph 16 should be "crystallize" and that "piéce" in paragraph 17 should be "pièce".

Aside from that, there were only a couple of very minor grammatical issues, mostly regarding punctuation. It's nitpicking, really; I'm just a bit of a grammar Nazi. If you're interested, here's the list:

Paragraph 4: There shouldn't be a comma after "ago".

Paragraph 9:
>assistant. (Spike, who ... full-time.) She
should be
>assistant (Spike, who ... full-time). She

Paragraph 12: The comma after "stage" should be a colon.

Paragraph 15: "Is" shouldn't be capitalized, since the comma indicates it is a continuation of "That..."

Paragraph 16: The "If it had been possible" bit shouldn't be in parentheses, or it should be a continuation of the previous sentence.

Paragraph 19: There shouldn't be a comma after "do".

Paragraph 21: While I'm not entirely sure if "Liza finished the last of the cleaning of the bones themselves" is wrong, it sounds rather awkward. I'd suggest "Liza finished cleaning the bones themselves" or "Liza finished cleaning the last of the bones" instead.

Paragraph 26: I'd say it should be either "the next few who come in" or "the next ones who come in", not both.

 No.4306

>>4303
Quote: "I had another read through it to check for mistakes. Aside from spit/spot, the only typos I could find are that "crystalize" in paragraph 16 should be "crystallize" and that "piéce" in paragraph 17 should be "pièce"."

Have fixed both of those errors in the master copy (since I didn't catch them before posting my new draft). In both cases, they got through my spell-check somehow... and the second one is really embarrassing, because I had actually looked up the phrase on Wikipedia to get the correct accentuation for "résistance", but didn't catch that I had written the other part wrong. My hat's off to you for catching that.

Quote: "Aside from that, there were only a couple of very minor grammatical issues, mostly regarding punctuation. It's nitpicking, really; I'm just a bit of a grammar Nazi. If you're interested, here's the list:"

Except for about three of those (4, 9 and 15), I think I fixed all of them in the third draft, in some cases because the sentences themselves were altered. (And 15 has now been fixed in the master copy.) For the other two, altering them from their current state just looked wrong, so they're still the same for now.

I do vastly appreciate the feedback (and admit to being something of a grammar Nazi myself, though I'm by no means perfect), and have implemented (or eliminated the need for) the majority of the changes as needed. Thank you very much for the help.

 No.4320

Much better! Your willingness to listen to constructive criticism-and more importantly, to apply that criticism to your work-is super impressive.

One quick observation: Your work doesn't see overtly sexual. Are you going to crank that up with any potential sequels/new stories? Also fun fact, I was thinking myself before the first draft even came up about Twilight having a "Brain Room" where she stockpiles harvested brains, so it was nice to see someone else had that idea too :)

Also, I wonder if either you or someone else will ever get round to poor Scootaloo, who must be feeling rather lonesome. I entertained the idea when doing my story, but I like the idea of parts getting used for a specific purporse-Rarity had fashion, Appolejack had farm stuff...would Dash use her for training gear? I couldn't figure out anything good myself...

 No.4322

>>4320
Quote: "Much better! Your willingness to listen to constructive criticism-and more importantly, to apply that criticism to your work-is super impressive."

Thank you. I do try, both here and elsewhere, so I can improve as a writer.

Quote: "One quick observation: Your work doesn't seem overtly sexual. Are you going to crank that up with any potential sequels/new stories?"

Oh, definitely. (Perhaps I could have made one bit a little more obvious... when Twilight's running her hand over Starlight before they start skinning her, she's effectively fondling her victim's ass. But that's the closest it came this time around, since this was primarily based around Twilight teaching Liza about vivisection.)

Quote: "Also fun fact, I was thinking myself before the first draft even came up about Twilight having a "Brain Room" where she stockpiles harvested brains, so it was nice to see someone else had that idea too :)"

Indeed. :D

Quote: "Also, I wonder if either you or someone else will ever get round to poor Scootaloo, who must be feeling rather lonesome. I entertained the idea when doing my story, but I like the idea of parts getting used for a specific purpose-Rarity had fashion, Appolejack had farm stuff...would Dash use her for training gear? I couldn't figure out anything good myself..."

No direct plans or ideas for it myself at the moment, though I too am looking forward to seeing it done.

Speaking of which, here's a thought: Babs Seed, the fourth Crusader, finds out about all this at some point and volunteers to be harvested so she can join her cousin and friends in the Brain Room. And then, thanks to Twilight's experiments, we see all of them conversing mind-to-mind and wondering who might come to join them next.

 No.4337

Brain Transfer (tentative title); by The Bizarre One
- Set ten years after the previous story. Liza, who was about ten during those events, is now twenty.
- Tags: Masturbation. (And that's pretty much it. Seriously, there isn't actually any real guro in this part - it's more a set-up for what's to come, and references to events that have happened during the ten-year gap, including a couple of people who got harvested.)

***
It was another day in Twilight's castle, and the alicorn woman was walking the halls. "Liza?"

No answer came, and Twilight frowned. "Where could that girl be?" Continuing on her way, she finally heard a faint humming sound, along with moans of delight, coming from the Brain Room. At that, she smiled. "Of course. I should have known."

Peering through the slightly open door, she was treated to the sight of Liza Doolots, her apprentice of almost ten years now, wonderfully naked and splayed out in a beanbag chair as she pumped an object in and out of her cute little cunt. At one time, it had been the horn of the unicorn woman Starlight Glimmer, until Twilight herself had cut it from the other woman's head and, after charging it with magic, repurposed it as a vibrator, just as her friend Rarity had done with her own little sister Sweetie Belle's horn all those years ago.

Twilight still remembered, rather fondly, how she had presented the converted horn to Liza on her eighteenth birthday as a coming-of-age gift... and how Liza had asked her to be the first to use it, explaining exactly what she wanted. And so, at her student's request, Twilight had attached the horn to a belt and used it to personally take the girl's virginity. That night, a little over two years ago now, had been the first time she had ever made love to her apprentice... but definitely not the last. Even after finding a marefriend (who had actually been one of her childhood friends) of her own about a year later, Liza still occasionally shared her teacher's bed from time to time. (Luckily for all of them, Dinky Hooves didn't mind sharing Liza with Twilight, and had even joined them a few times.)

Now though, Liza was thrusting the horn in and out of her cunt all on her own, and if her soft little cries, the motions of her wings and the flashing green and blue lights on the jar wired to her neck were anything to go by, she was on the verge of climax. Still watching, Twilight's smile widened as a final joyous cry erupted from Liza's throat before she slumped, panting as she tried to catch her breath. Finally, when she had recovered, she looked up to see her teacher, who had entered the room and looked amused. "You two enjoying yourselves?"

Liza shot to her feet, blushing, while the jar's lights blinked. "Yes," its vocalizer said.

"Good. Now, clean up here and then take a shower, would you?" Twilight told her. "We've got a brain swap job today, and they'll be here in an hour, so I need you to be ready."

"Miss Derpy?"

"Has anypony else ordered one in the last six months?"

"Point." Liza smirked. "Just like this one." She held up the still wet horn.

"Very funny," Twlight told her.

"I try." Setting the horn down, Liza began disconnecting the wires from her neck. "See you later, Starlight."

"See you later, Liza," the jar told her as she set it back on its shelf.

Picking up the horn again, Liza passed her teacher as she headed for the door. "I'll be ready when you are, Miss Twilight."

"You know, after everything we've been through together, you really don't have to call me that," Twilight told her. "Just Twilight will do."

"Force of habit." Liza shrugged. "Besides, I think you like it when I call you that. Especially in the bedroom."

Twilight laughed and swatted her energetic apprentice's rear. "Get in the shower, you."

With a laugh of her own, Liza disappeared into the hall, leaving Twilight to look around the Brain Room, reflecting on the past once more. For almost ten years now, she had been storing disembodied brains in this room. The day she'd officially designated it for this purpose, there had only been two. Now, there were many, many more.

On the first and uppermost shelf, six jars housed the brains of the first four Cutie Mark Crusaders and the duo of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, their former rivals, all of their lights softly blinking green and blue: a good sign. In the first days after they were harvested, the two bullies had been utterly horrified by the experience, and the lights on their jars had glowed red as they screamed. That had changed when, to their astonishment, the three girls they used to torment had reached out to them and helped them adjust to their new lives as disembodied brains. Now, the five (and Babs Seed, the fourth Crusader who had, after learning of the sacrifices her friends had made, promptly offered up her own body so she could stay with them) were all the best of friends. Though the vocalizers that had been installed in their jars were silent, all of them were linked to instruments that measured brain activity. Judging by the results it was displaying, Twilight had little doubt that the six were happily chatting away via the mind-to-mind connection they'd all developed.

Below them sat several more shelves, occupied by the brains of other young ponies who had, like the Crusaders, willingly sacrificed their bodies so their parts could be used for other things, and had chosen to remain bodiless afterward. As with the first six jars, their vocalizers were all silent and the status lights glowed green and blue, signifying that they were calm and at peace with their condition. But based on the readouts she could see, they too were most likely all involved in the conversation that the Crusaders were holding.

The third set of shelves to be installed housed the brains of ponies who had fallen ill or been badly injured, and had chosen to be harvested, allowing them to live on in a reduced state until new bodies could be grown for them, a process that Twilight and Liza had perfected together. As a result, this section had the highest turnover rate, and currently sat empty. Twilight was torn between smiling and frowning at that: smiling because having nobody there was generally a good thing, frowning because it should have had at least one occupant after the accident that had taken their ability to walk almost six months ago. But despite the injuries she'd suffered, Derpy Hooves (a friend of Twilight's and the mother of Liza's lover Dinky) had chosen to remain in her original body after the accident, wanting to be transferred directly into its replacement, an event that would occur later that day.

The fourth set of shelves held the brains of grown ponies who had chosen to give up their bodies for a life free of the distractions of the flesh, allowing them to ponder the universe in solitude. Naturally, these were few and far between, but Twilight had been so intrigued by the idea, she had given them their own section. The readouts were at normal levels for these brains.

Turning, Twilight contemplated the final shelves. Actually the second area that she had set up, this section of the room housed the brains of certain criminals, such as Starlight Glimmer, Lightning Dust, Suri Polomare and the Siren duo of Adagio Dazzle and Aria Blaze, all of whom had been stripped of their bodies for their crimes. Due to Equestria's incredibly low crime rate, it had the lowest population; after nearly ten years, there were only twenty brains, and most of them had come in that first year, after which point the worst of Equestria's population got the hint and changed their ways.

As with the other shelves, the readouts were normal, which was very good. These were the brains that required the most care, especially when they had first here: none of the residents had given up their bodies willingly, and as with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, many of them had been horrified by the loss and suffered from panic attacks that could have eventually caused them to go insane and die. While she and Liza had personally cut into these individuals to remove their brains, neither wanted the ponies they'd operated on to die, and had taken great steps to prevent this from happening. They had spent hours talking to the brains, hoping to calm them and get them used to their new condition; they'd also searched through hundreds of books for spells that, when adapted, allowed the disembodied brains to experience limited physical sensations once more. Between the spells and their conversations, they had kept the brains sane and alive.

Later on, Liza had begun experimenting, hoping to take what she'd learned about these spells even further. Finally, she had developed a method that would allow one individual to feel the very same physical sensations as another. (She'd also made sure the connection would only go one way, to prevent potentially hostile beings from using the connection against the pony they were connected to.) When she'd finally shown it off to Twilight, she'd wired her nervous system to a jar with the brain of a girl who had volunteered for harvesting, and had begun masturbating. To her great joy, it worked perfectly: the brain began experiencing the same type of pleasure as she did, including her climax... and that moment of joyful delirium had resulted in something wonderful.

As Twilight later explained it, at some point when she was still living with her parents, Liza had earned her flower Cutie Mark for her boundless energy and the potential it presented (though she was quite sure it symbolized her physical energy in general, not just sexual energy, since that was something she'd never even thought about at the time). Now, her creativity had allowed another to experience that same energy as it was released. Coupled with the Cosmic Spectrum she'd made the connectors out of (because of its ability to amplify energy and emotions), this seemingly impossible feat involving her special talent had been enough to trigger her transformation into an alicorn-girl, something that had made Twilight very happy, since it meant her apprentice was now as immortal as she was.

Having succeeded in her proof-of-concept, Liza had, with Twilight's approval, added the system to all of the other jars. Now, with the aid of willing volunteers, the brains within were given the chance to experience physical sensations, including the pleasures of the flesh, at least once or twice a week. (Liza was especially fond of the "masturbation method", as was Starlight after the first time she'd experienced it.)

Some time after that event, the two had developed a way to take Liza's system to the next level: allowing the confined brains to experience true movement under their own control. Modifying the system so its connections went both ways, they could link the preservation jars to small, golem-like bodies. By melding their thoughts with these bodies, the brains could remotely control them, experiencing each movement as if they were truly walking again. This gave the brains more freedom, even if their range was somewhat limited. (After all, most of the brains who used it were still criminals. Twilight, despite wanting to keep them alive and sane, had no desire to let them take advantage of her generosity to cause harm to others.)

Shaking herself out of her recollections, Twilight let her eyes sweep over the room one last time before leaving. Dinky and her mother would arrive soon, and she had to make sure the laboratory where they would perform the transfer was all ready.

***
Upcoming events: Twilight and Liza greet Derpy (whose spinal cord was severed in the accident six months ago) and Dinky, we see the brain-transfer surgery, Derpy's old body gets harvested, and it's mentioned that Sunset Shimmer and Sonata Dusk (the last of the three Sirens) are a couple (hence why Sonata's not in the Brain Room with the other two).

Any thoughts? (And no, I still haven't forgotten about Starlight's eyes, bones and ovaries - they'll be included in something taking place not long after my previous entry.)

 No.4339

Well, I certainly didn't expect you to go all in with the whole brain thing, but to the surprise of no-one who reads my stuff-I'm delighted!

Your actual writing is at a very high standard, and it's a pleasure to read, and you're updating at a very high pace. You seem to have a clear idea of what you're doing and where the story is going, too. I'm really looking forward to the next chapter now that you spent the time to set the scene.

Incidentally: If you like MLP brains in jars, check out Airship-King's Brainy Twilight tumblr! Remember: If you can think of it, there is probably a tumbr for it.

 No.4342

>>4339
Quote: "Well, I certainly didn't expect you to go all in with the whole brain thing, but to the surprise of no-one who reads my stuff-I'm delighted!"

Honestly? Neither did I. Then I re-read the anthology "Star Wars: Tales From Jabba's Palace", and it inspired me. The book includes a lot of scenes with the B'omarr monks, a monastic order that built the palace before criminals, and ultimately the gangster Jabba the Hutt himself, usurped control of it. (The monks still live there, but mostly just hang around on the lowermost levels.)

These monks have a practice where, once one of them has achieved a certain level of enlightenment, the others will remove that monk's brain and store it in a nutrient-filled jar, allowing the disembodied monk to contemplate the universe without being distracted by physical sensations. These monks also have access to "brain walkers", spider-like droids that their brain jars can be attached to, allowing them to wander about even after they've lost their original bodies. ("Brain walkers" are actually seen in "Return of the Jedi"; they weren't made up for the book.) I drew both from the B'omarr order's practices, and from the reactions of some of the people whose brains they removed without their permission (one as part of a plan to ensure he would survive his planned execution at Jabba's hands, another because the monks were taking back control of the palace after Jabba's death), for this story.

Quote: "Your actual writing is at a very high standard, and it's a pleasure to read, and you're updating at a very high pace."

Thank you.

Quote: "You seem to have a clear idea of what you're doing and where the story is going, too."

Well... actually, when I started this part, all I had in mind was "Twilight and Liza working together again, and there's a more sexual edge to it". The various aspects just came together over the course of about three drafts (one in my notebook and two as I was typing it up). Of course, now I have at least some idea of what will happen in the next part.

Incidentally, one really big change? It was initially supposed to start not long after part 1. The "ten years later" part came about during the second and third drafts. (Which means there's now a confirmed time period in which Scootaloo, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon and Babs were all harvested, though the exact details of how it happened, and what they did with the parts, are still up in the air.) Also, Liza's ascension. I made mention of Twilight wishing for it in the first part, but I didn't quite figure out how to work it in here until I was going through this one about the third time or so.

Quote: "I'm really looking forward to the next chapter now that you spent the time to set the scene."

Glad to hear it. (Now I just need to write it. With any luck, it'll be out in the next couple of days, though I make no guarantees.)

Quote: "Incidentally: If you like MLP brains in jars, check out Airship-King's Brainy Twilight tumblr! Remember: If you can think of it, there is probably a tumbr for it."

Will give it a look.

 No.4346

very nice story :)

 No.4359

The Brain Transfer, part 2; by The Bizarre One
- Tags: Sex, incest, cannibalism, minor guro. (For something that was meant to focus heavily on a brain being moved from one body to another, it somehow wound up with less focus on the guro and more on character interaction and worldbuilding. Including Twilight's sex life.) All characters are of age.

***
About an hour later, three mares stood in the laboratory, looking at the two stainless steel chairs, their occupants magically strapped down (Twilight having decanted Derpy's new clone body and washed it off, then strapping it into the chair while she was waiting for the other woman to arrive). "This is going to be a relatively simple procedure," Twilight told Derpy. "We'll open both of your heads, then move your brain from one to the other. Are you ready?"

"Absolutely," the wall-eyed pegasus woman replied. "I can't wait to feel my legs again!" She glanced in her daughter's direction. "Dinky, you don't have to watch if you don't want to."

The blonde unicorn girl shook her head. "I'm staying with you, Momma."

Liza, standing next to her, squeezed her marefriend's hand, then walked over to Twilight. "It's time."

"All right." Derpy closed her eyes. "I'm ready."

Twilight nodded, and cast the spell that would keep Derpy's brain alive while it was out of her body, then selected a scalpel. "Normally, I would skin my patients entirely before I take them apart," she told her. "But we're doing it a little differently today." Finding a spot, she began cutting. "We still want to keep the skin of your head as intact as possible, so... a little slice here, and another around here..." Working carefully, she peeled the outer layer of skin off Derpy's head, and set it into the jar she'd prepared. "Then I need your eyes out. Liza, could you help me with this?"

Liza nodded, and held up the mirror and jar she'd gotten ready earlier. "Right here."

"Excellent." Working carefully, as Liza held the mirror up to Derpy's face, Twilight gently cut the eyes free of their sockets, then packed them into the jar's contents, muttered a spell over them, and sealed the jar. "That's done. Now, we can take the rest of the meat off your head..."

While Liza went back to the second body and slit the skin about two inches from the top of the head, then carefully peeled the flesh away to expose the bone, Twilight looked at Derpy's skull and began carefully cutting into it, removing the upper dome. Finally, lifting it away, she revealed Derpy's bare brain, and looked to see that Liza had gotten the other skull open, revealing the empty space inside - all of the clones Twilight grew were genetically tweaked so they didn't have full brains of their own, just the stem. This made transplants easier. "Good timing. Now, for the transfer."

Ever so gently, the two removed the brain from the skull, and positioned it within the second body. Checking to make sure all the connections between the brain and its new brainstem were set, Twilight sent a slight jolt of magic into the body to stimulate them. "Derpy, you okay in there?"

Slowly, the eyes opened, and moments later, there was a big smile. "It worked... it worked! I can feel everything, Twilight! My legs... I'm whole again!" Had she been able to move any further, Derpy would have thrown her head back as she laughed in delight.

In the far corner of the room, Dinky had no such restrictions. It is just as well that nobody was looking directly at her, because the beaming smile on her face probably would have blinded them. (On the other hand, had they been looking, they would have realized that she was just barely restraining herself from throwing herself forward to hug her mother out of joy, or her marefriend or Twilight out of gratitude for their actions.)

Back in the center of the room, Twilight's own smile was wide. "Good for you, Derpy," she told the other woman. "Now we just need to close up this skull, put the flesh back over it and seal it, and you'll be all done."

"Thank you, Twilight. Thank you so much."

"It was my pleasure," Twilight told her with a grin.

"Mine too," Liza chimed in.

Within minutes, the two alicorns had Derpy's head back together and wiped clean, and undid the spell keeping her from moving. "Be careful," Twilight cautioned her. "We don't want you to fall and injure yourself from moving too quickly, especially since this is a new body."

Derpy nodded, and carefully, slowly, rose from her chair. "I... I think I'm good." Stretching out, she cautiously stepped forward. "I've got it!"

Seconds later, she almost fell back into her chair as Dinky glomped her, but managed to keep her balance with a laugh. "Easy there, muffin!"

"I'm just happy you're well again, Momma," the smaller girl told her.

"So am I, muffin. So am I." Leaning forward, Derpy gave her daughter a gentle kiss, which Dinky happily returned.

Twilight and Liza stepped back, watching the two with a smile. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's robbing her own cradle around here," Twilight whispered to her apprentice. "Did you know about this?"

Liza nodded. "I kind of fell in on them when I misaimed a teleport during practice one day. Dinky and I weren't actually dating yet, so it's not like she was cheating on me. And they weren't hurting anyone, so I promised not to tell. Never did, until they blew their own cover just now."

Derpy, having finally set her daughter down, looked embarrassed. "And I appreciate that. Listen, Twilight..."

"Your secret is safe with me," Twilight told her. "Besides, it's not like you're the only one around here who's sleeping with her own daughter. Even if she isn't exactly mine by blood."

Liza, looking up at Twilight, smiled and squeezed her teacher's hand.

"You too, huh?" Derpy looked at the pair. "I thought there was something funny going on. And Dinky knows and doesn't mind?"

The younger girl nodded. "Liza told me when we started dating. Since you and I are also... you know, involved, it wasn't that weird for me."

"Oh. Good. Well... we should probably get out of your way, so you can deal with that." Derpy gestured to her old body, still in its chair.

"Actually, I was hoping you could stay for dinner," Twilight told her. "You know, just to celebrate your new body?"

Derpy hesitated, then shrugged. "Oh, why not. But first, I need some clothes on. No offense, but these floors are like ice!"

"None taken."

With one thing and another, it took them a while before Twilight and Liza could get back to the lab and Derpy's empty-headed body, which the spells had kept alive. Together, the two transferred it from the chair to a table, where they set to work, carefully cutting into the flesh so it could be removed.

"So... have you ever been... involved with Derpy?" Twilight asked as they worked.

"Nope. Just you and Dinky. And the brains next door."

"Of course." Twilight finished the cut she was making. "You know, if you ever want to be with her, as long as she and Dinky are both okay with it, I won't object."

"I'll think about it, but I think she's more interested in you."

"Really?"

"Really. The only reason she hasn't said anything is because she didn't know how you'd react."

Twilight laughed. "Liza, I've bedded several women since you came to live with me, and you know it. If Derpy ever wants to a go at me, I won't mind in the slightest."

"Of course." Liza examined the place where she was working. "Right, we're almost done with this... and, got it."

After spreading out the skin on another table, the two women returned to the body and began cutting it open. Finally, Twilight spoke. "So, you want her rump roast tonight?"

"Her butt does look tasty," Liza agreed.

"I thought so too. Careful with those ovaries now, I need them for my other work."

"Eeyup."

~*~

Once Derpy's former body had been fully harvested and its parts stored, Twilight carried the portions they'd be cooking that night out to the kitchen, then set off for the parlor where they'd sent Derpy and Dinky. Entering, Twilight found the two kissing again, and smiled. "So, how's it going?"

Embarrassed, the pair jumped apart, before Derpy coughed. "It's going fine. And I know I said it before, but... thank you Twilight. Thank you for giving me my legs back."

"Trust me, it's the least I could do for one of my friends," Twilight told her with a grin. "So. Just how long have you two been seeing one another, anyway?"

"Since I turned eighteen," Dinky spoke up. "I know it's kind of strange, but I kind of had a crush on Momma for a long time before that, and since she was lonely... well, I wanted to help her. She was a little weirded out at first, but in the end, she decided she liked it."

Twilight nodded. "Liza was about the same way. I knew she liked me as more than a parent and teacher, so when she finally got old enough and asked to be my lover... how could I say no?"

"Especially with as many women as you'd slept with before me," Liza commented from the doorway.

"Liza!" Dinky rushed to her marefriend, jumping into her arms and giving her a happy kiss. "Come on in!"

"I certainly will," Liza told her as she squeezed the other girl's rear. "After dinner."

Dinky pouted, and the others laughed. Liza then turned to Twilight. "Seriously, how many has it been? A hundred? Two hundred?"

"It's only been a dozen and a half, and you know it," Twilight replied with a laugh. "You little scamp."

"I learned from the best." Liza mock-bowed as she carried Dinky over to the couch.

The conversation soon moved to other things, and after a while, Twilight excused herself to start dinner, smiling as she set the rump meat on their grill. Humming as she watched it, she called for Liza to set the table, then went to work getting the rest of their meal ready.

Some time later, four women sat at the dining room table, clean plates in front of them. "Mmm," Derpy moaned as she rubbed her stomach. "That was good. Who knew I was so tasty?"

Twilight grinned. "We're all tasty, Derpy, and you know it. Haven't you ever gotten some of the specials from Barnyard Bargains?"

"The mare-meat they sell? A few times. It's a little pricey for me, since the demand is so high, but I've had it. And it was good."

Twilight nodded. "You know where he gets it?"

"From... mares who've been harvested?"

Twilight shook her head. "That would make it too expensive for most ponies. Plus, we really don't have enough ponies willing to be harvested to keep up with the demand for mare meat. For clothing and products like that, sure, since there isn't as high a demand for those. But there aren't enough willing ponies to feed everypony who wants their meat."

"So, where does he get it?"

"From me." Twilight had a satisfied, almost smug look on her face. "Back when Liza and I started our cloning operation to grow replacement bodies for ponies who needed them, one of the patients took me aside, and admitted that he wanted to eat his daughter, but he didn't want to lose her for good. So he asked me to make a clone of her that he could eat instead. That's when I realized a way to expand my business beyond the medical industry."

"Oh?"

Twilight nodded. "We've generally kept it quiet, but ever since then, we've had an option where our patients can sell us the rights to their tissue samples so that Liza and I can use them to start vat-grown meat that can be harvested and then sold at Mr. Rich's store. We've even bought tissue samples from some ponies who've never been otherwise harvested, or needed new bodies, just for the variety. My friends have all donated, and so have Liza and I. In fact, I'm one of their best sellers." Twilight looked smug at that. "It means I can actually eat myself whenever I want."

Derpy looked amused. "That's... that's quite something. Dinky? Did you know about this?"

Dinky nodded. "I haven't donated yet, but I was thinking about it."

"Really." Derpy looked at her daughter, then at Twilight. "Well... didn't you say something about making a clone that could be eaten?"

Twilight nodded. "Whole clones can be grown for cooking, but those have to be special-ordered, just like the ones we grow for ponies who need new bodies."

"So, if I ordered another clone of myself..."

"If you wanted, we could do it, and roast her whole."

"Sounds like fun." Derpy grinned. "Let's do it. One of me, and one of Dinky too."

"You've got a deal." Twilight stood up. "Come on, let's go down to the lab so I can get the samples from both of you. You'll need to sign the paperwork so we can legally sell your meat, but that shouldn't take too long."

"Famous last words," Derpy replied dryly.

"Actually, it's really not that complicated. We wanted to encourage ponies to donate, not discourage them. It's no worse than what you had to fill out when you ordered your new body."

"Really?"

"Really."

~*~

Once the paperwork was filled out, Liza and Dinky excused themselves. Twilight shook her head and smiled. "I'm glad those two found one another," she remarked. "Like Liza said earlier, I've had a lot of lovers in the past... but other than her, they've never lasted."

"You don't say." Derpy looked at her. "Seriously, I'm not the only one who's wondered about your habits, Twilight. I know your closest friends have shared your bed, and they're still alive, but the others... how many of them have you harvested?"

"Three," Twilight replied. "And all of them wanted it. Come on, I'll show you." Taking Derpy by the hand, she led her down one of the halls. "Here's Applejack, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash... and no, she was not anywhere near as fast in bed as she is in the sky. Pinkie was interesting. Ooh, and here's Sunset and Sonata!" She pointed to an amber unicorn-woman and the light blue woman she had her arms around. "Now they were fun, both to watch and to be with."

"Can't say I've ever met those two," Derpy commented.

"Oh, they live somewhere far, far away." Twilight smiled. "We still keep in touch though. I was actually Sunset's Best Mare at their wedding."

"I see."

Twilight scanned the walls. "Then there's a few more... Trixie, and Coco before she settled down with Rarity... oh, and Cheerilee. Now she was a wonderful lover."

"I don't doubt it." Derpy scanned the walls, and did a double-take. "Wait... is that Spitfire of the Wonderbolts?"

"Yes," Twilight replied. "We slept together. It was a one-time thing, but I still kept her picture."

"I see." Derpy kept looking. "Unicorn I don't know... nice glasses. Unicorn I don't know... pegasus I don't know... another pegasus I don't know... earth pony I don't know... Liza... Dinky?" She looked at Twilight. "You slept with my daughter?"

"I... okay, I did. Liza invited her, and when they both gave me that look, I didn't have the heart to turn her down. It was always the three of us, the few times it's happened."

"As long as it was fully consensual."

"It was."

"Good." Derpy looked, and realized they'd reached the end of the line of pictures. "Just eighteen?"

Twilight nodded, and pointed to the two unicorns and one of the pegasi Derpy hadn't recognized. "Those are the three who asked me to harvest them, by the way. All the rest are still alive and well, though both Cheerilee and Trixie let me clone them so we could eat the clones."

"Ah."

"So... you interested in becoming lover number nineteen?"

Derpy grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

Taking her hand, Twilight led the other woman to her room. As they stripped their clothes off, Derpy laid down on Twilight's bed, spreading her legs. "Go ahead, Twilight. I'm all yours."

Grinning, Twilight dove into the smooth little triangle of skin, and began lapping away. Derpy was soon happily moaning as she felt Twilight's tongue within her folds, and began fondling her own breasts in time with Twilight's licks until she came, crying out as she did so.

Smiling, Twilight lifted her face away, and crawled forward. Pointing to her cunt, she looked at Derpy. "Your turn."

The wall-eyed pegasus woman didn't have to be told twice. Lifting her head, she began lapping away at Twilight's cunt, and soon enough, Twilight's body was rocked by an orgasm just as powerful as the one she'd given Derpy. Panting, she soon caught her breath, and climbed off the bed.

Behind her, Derpy pouted. "That wasn't the end, was it?"

"Not at all," Twilight told her. Opening a drawer of her night table, she began rummaging through, finally pulling out a belt and strapping it on before taking out another object: the horn of a unicorn woman she'd harvested many years ago. Attaching it to the belt, she turned to Derpy. "You want this, don't you."

Derpy could only nod. "Oh yes. Take... take me, Twilight."

Climbing back onto Derpy, Twilight slid the horn into her lover's warm cunt, and was rewarded with a happy gasp of pleasure. Looking directly into the other woman's eyes, she began moving.

She didn't know how long she lay there, pushing into and pulling out of Derpy and listening to her moans of pleasure before the other woman came again, just as powerfully as before. Once her body had stopped moving, Twilight pulled out of her, giving her friend time to rest and recover.

Finally, after she had caught her breath, Derpy looked at Twilight, a happy smile on her face. "That... was wonderful." Looking at the belt Twilight still wore, she pointed to it. "Where did you get the horn?"

"This horn," Twilight told her, "belonged to a very special friend of mine. Her name was Moondancer, and she was madly in love with me. We even lived together for a while, and shared a bed. This bed." She sounded wistful. "Eventually though, we decided it wouldn't work out quite the way she wanted, so... she told me I could harvest her, use her parts for whatever I wanted. I did, and I still keep part of her in the Brain Room, if you ever want to meet her some time."

"I think I'd like that," Derpy replied. "If only to tell her how good her horn made me feel."

"She'll like that," Twilight grinned. "She certainly gets a kick out of it every time I go in there and use it while I'm hooked up to her jar. It makes both of us feel really good."

"It made me feel good too," Derpy told her with a smile.

"I'm glad to hear it." Stripping the belt off and setting it aside, Twilight pulled her friend in close. "Good night, Derpy."

"Good night, Twilight."

~*~

The next morning, four mares met in the castle's dining room.

"So," Twilight asked Liza as she passed her apprentice a plate of sausage (made from cloned Applejack meat), "did you enjoy your night?"

Liza and Dinky shared a glance, and broke out into giggles.

"I'll take that as a yes," Twilight replied dryly. "I set up a couple of new cloning vats last night, so I've got to check on them this morning, then make sure the other batches are coming along smoothly. After that, I'm free. You?"

"My ass is open for business anytime you're up for it," Liza told her.

"Mine too!" Dinky piped up. "Momma? You want a go?"

Derpy looked at her daughter, and smiled. "Of course, muffin."

Dinky grinned. "Yay!"

***

And then they all had lots of sex. :D

Seriously, I don't know how something that was meant to focus on a brain transfer wound up being mostly character-driven instead. (Though the fact that I didn't want to get too repetitive and thus mostly skimmed over the dissection of Derpy's old body may have something to do with it. Also, I suspect my sex scenes could use some improvement. Any advice would be greatly appreciated.)

If a direct followup is done, it'll involve less dissection and/or vivisection and more cannibalism... as they roast and eat a couple of clone bodies.

And somewhere along the line, we need to go back in time to show how Scootaloo, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, Babs, Moondancer and some others wound up in Twilight's Brain Room. (Plus whatever it is that she uses those ovaries and some other parts for.)

 No.4377

Another fine chapter, although obviously I would have preferred more focus on the guro side of things. Cannibalism is fine too, but from a selfish point of view I'd like to see more of the harvesting. If you're worried about being repetitive, just try to think of different approaches-think of new uses for different body parts, or as I suggested earlier, people being half-harvested, then being set free. It would also be fun to see the donated body parts being used, ala the dildo horn. Maybe Rarity can show up in a mare-leather dress, maybe with a purse to match.

I'd also suggest less use of the paralysis spell, especially if the subject is consenting to whatever operation is being performed on them, and again to focus more on the victim/subject.

Quick question-what is the skin from Derpy's old head being used for?

Sex scene was short but sweet. You could maybe push the guro parts of the story into the sex parts.


I'll enjoy whatever you decide to put out though, really enjoying this. I'm strongly considered putting out more MLP guro myself actually, this story's put me back in that mindset.

 No.4378

>>4377
Quote: "Another fine chapter, although obviously I would have preferred more focus on the guro side of things."

Yeah, I know... like the note at the start said, it was supposed to focus more on the brain transplant, but character development and world-building took over.

Quote: "Cannibalism is fine too, but from a selfish point of view I'd like to see more of the harvesting."

Duly noted. (Maybe I'll slip in a few flashbacks that involve it next arc.) But keep in mind: cooking, cannibalism and vore are my main guro fetishes. It's part of why I have Twilight cooking the non-skin, non-organ meat that she takes from their bodies.

Quote: "If you're worried about being repetitive, just try to think of different approaches-think of new uses for different body parts, or as I suggested earlier, people being half-harvested, then being set free. It would also be fun to see the donated body parts being used, ala the dildo horn. Maybe Rarity can show up in a mare-leather dress, maybe with a purse to match."

Will keep that in mind, though I don't know about the half-harvesting part. And Rarity will be there in the next segment - she's one of the guests at the dinner party (as a diner, not food) Twilight and Derpy are having. (As for what the parts are used for... Rainbow Dash has a hat with Scootaloo's wings mounted on it, and will be wearing it when she shows up. It's a tribute to the one Scootaloo wore that looked like her idol's mane.)

Quote: "I'd also suggest less use of the paralysis spell, especially if the subject is consenting to whatever operation is being performed on them, and again to focus more on the victim/subject."

Rarity used the paralysis spell (or at least one to restrict movements) on Sweetie Belle back when she was harvested, so the parts she wanted intact wouldn't be accidentally damaged if Sweetie started twitching involuntarily during the surgery. Twilight uses it on willing patients (be they voluntary doners or just having their brains moved into a new body, as Derpy was) for the same reason. (And especially for those who would struggle, like Starlight.)

Quote: "Quick question-what is the skin from Derpy's old head being used for?"

Hadn't quite figured that out, actually. Twilight probably gave it to Rarity, like she does with the rest of the skins she harvests.

Quote: "Sex scene was short but sweet. You could maybe push the guro parts of the story into the sex parts."

Not entirely sure how to do that... Twilight prefers her bedroom for the actual sex part, then takes them to the lab for harvesting if they ask for it.

Quote: "I'll enjoy whatever you decide to put out though, really enjoying this. I'm strongly considered putting out more MLP guro myself actually, this story's put me back in that mindset."

Glad to hear it. The world can always use more pony guro.

Next part, currently in the writing phase: A little over six months after Derpy gets her new body, she, Twilight and the others cook the two literally mindless clones she'd ordered (plus a few more that Twilight set up so they'd have enough to feed everypony), which have finally finished growing. They're then served at a dinner party for the couple (plus their daughters) and their friends. I currently have plans for three of the five clones they eat - one will be deep-fried in the style of a Thanksgiving turkey, one will be stuffed and roasted in an oven like a turkey, and one will be spit-roasted. Still debating how to cook the other two.

Also, we learn how the other Element-bearers and a few others are doing, and what they've been up to in the past ten years. (Short version: most of them have gotten married and started families of their own. For instance, I mentioned that Coco Pommel "settled down with Rarity" in the previous segment, and Sunset Shimmer is married to Sonata Dusk.)

 No.4409

Twilight's Dinner Party, part 1; by The Bizarre One
- Tags: Cooking; cannibalism.
- And here it is. Only took me about four days. I suspect this could use some improvement... once again, I'm using brainless clones who don't react much to what's happening to them, so they don't react much. Also, I may get a little overly technical in my descriptions.
- By the way, at least two of the six recipes in here are taken from an actual cooking show. (Where they were done with turkey and a large portion of beef, respectively.) Three more use methods that are relatively common in cannibalism fiction, and the last recipe is outright borrowed from another guro fic that I've read. (I have no way of reaching the author to ask for permission, but I doubt they'll mind.) I'll let the reader guess which is which.

***
"Mm..." Twilight's eyes fluttered as she awoke.

Hearing a soft yawn next to her, she smiled and looked to her left. "Good morning, Derpy."

The blonde pegasus woman looked back with a smile. "Good morning yourself, Twilight."

"Big day today," Twilight told her. "Ready to get cooking?"

"Absolutely," Derpy told her. "I can't wait to see the looks on our friends' faces when they find out what's on the menu."

"Neither can I." Snuggling closer to her lover, Twilight let her mind drift. Years ago, she and her apprentice, occasional lover (once she came of age) and, most recently, officially adopted daughter Liza Doolots had developed a way to create mindless clones of ponies, which the pair could then transplant the donor's still-living brain into, should their original body have become too sick or injured to function properly. Alternately, the clones could just be cooked and eaten, though this was rarer due to the monetary costs involved.

A little over a year ago, Twilight's friend Derpy had suffered an accident that had severed her spinal cord, leaving her paralyzed from the waist down. She had ordered a clone for herself, and six months later, once it was fully grown, Twilight and Liza had performed the transplant. After the surgery, Derpy had become Twilight's lover, and had placed an order for clones of herself and her youngest daughter (and sometimes lover) Dinky, for them to cook and eat. Soon after, Twilight had hit upon the idea of throwing a dinner party for their closest friends and family, and so had begun growing a few more clones. With a total of seven, she expected they'd have plenty for their meal.

Now, of course, it was time for the big day. Twilight had decanted the seven clones a few days ago, and she, Derpy and their daughters had begun prep work almost immediately. All of the internal organs (sans hearts and lungs, to keep the clones alive until they were actually cooking) had been harvested, two had been soaking in a brine for almost a day now, and all of the other ingredients they needed had been chopped, mixed and otherwise prepared as appropriate. This would allow the actual cooking to start that morning with no delays.

Reluctantly, Twilight pulled away from Derpy and climbed out of bed. "Come on," she told the other woman. "The kitchen awaits."

Derpy, climbing out after her, smirked and made a mock bow. "I await your command, my lady."

"Lady this," Twilight told her as she wiggled her rump at the other woman.

Derpy's laughter could be heard down the hall, and through a closed bedroom door, prompting the room's occupant to sigh.

"I love my mother dearly," Amethyst Star grumbled to herself as she rolled out of bed. "But why does she have to be such a morning pony?"

~*~

A little while later, as she headed into the kitchen, she could see Twilight and Derpy bustling around, wearing nothing but their aprons, and smiled despite herself. "Morning, Mom. Morning, Twilight."

"Sparkler!" Derpy grinned. "So nice to see you could finally join us."

"Very funny, Mom." Amethyst rolled her eyes. "So, you two need any help?"

"You're just in time, actually," Twilight told her. "I need to get these two into the water so they can simmer, and I need you to watch them until they're about ready to come off the bone. That'll be about an hour and a half." She pointed to a couple of bodies. "I'll take that one, you get the other."

Amethyst shrugged. "You're the princess."

Twilight winced. "Please, Amethyst. We're practically family. You really don't have to call me that."

"Sorry. Force of habit."

"Well... break it, please?" Hoisting up one clone over her shoulder, she left the room, leaving Amethyst to take up the clone of Twilight herself. In the next room over, she set the clone into the large pot as Twilight adjusted the other, raising an eyebrow as she finally looked at the face.

"Say, isn't that your old marefriend?"

"Moondancer?" Twilight straightened herself out. "Yes, actually. She agreed to donate for our cloning vats even before she asked me to harvest her, so I can make as many meatgirl clones of her as I want. I only do it on special occasions though, like this one." Casting a bubble-head charm over both clones, she turned on the heat. "I'll be back in a couple of hours, Amethyst."

"See you then."

Leaving her marefriend's elder daughter to watch the pot, Twilight returned to the main kitchen, where Derpy was busy with the next clone. "Need me to hold her still?"

"Absolutely," Derpy told her. "I've just gotten to the tricky part."

Twilight nodded, and lifted the clone's head, opening its mouth and sticking her hand in. "Lift a little higher... okay, you're good. Push." She watched as Derpy pushed the spit forward along the spine of the clone's body, so as to avoid the heart and lungs. Finally, guided by Twilight's hand, it came through the spot where her esophagus had, until recently, connected to the mouth. Angling the head, Twilight watched as the spit came out, nodding in approval. "There. A little further through, and we can put the stabilizers on the arms and legs so she can go in the oven."

Smiling, Derpy did as she was told. Once the clone was secured to the spit, she lifted one end of the metal pole, Twilight taking the other, and carried it over to their oversized rotisserie oven, where the clone would rotate for the next few hours as she cooked. Once the two ends of the spit were secured, Twilight reached in to fondle the clone's rear one last time, then shut the door and turned on the heat. "There, she's ready."

Watching her clone slowly turning, Derpy looked at Twilight with a smile. "Three down, four to go. Starlight next?"

"Yep." Walking over to where the blank-eyed clone of Starlight Glimmer lay, Twilight gestured to the pitcher and basting brushes next to her. "Oil first."

Derpy nodded, and took up one of the brushes. Dipping it into the oil, she began coating the clone's bare skin, paying special attention to certain parts. Twilight, seeing this, smiled at her lover's actions, then went back to her own work. Between them, they soon had Starlight thoroughly covered in the oil. Derpy them stepped back to let Twilight telekinetically lift the clone onto the kitchen's griddle, a large, flat panel of metal, careful to keep her head away from it.

"We'll sear her this way," Twilight told Derpy over the hissing of the meat. "Then we let her set and rest for a bit. While she's resting, you can roll out the dough, and I'll start stuffing Liza."

"Right." Derpy watched in fascination for the next several minutes as Twilight carefully monitored Starlight, making sure to get every inch of her body cooked sufficiently, before setting her onto a cooling rack. Turning away, she pulled out the packages of dough they'd prepared the other day: a mixture of flour, salt, herbs, pepper, egg whites and water. Rolling several of the packages out into a single large sheet, she eyed the resting clone. "I'm glad we made so much of this," she muttered to herself. "We're going to need it."

Meanwhile, Twilight was hard at work on her own project: stuffing the brined clone of her adoptive daughter. Smiling as she looked down at the naked clone, she thrust her fingers into the bare cunt, and began working them around, spreading the opening until she could shove the first wad of stuffing inside.

After several minutes of this, Twilight had a large bed of stuffing along the back of the empty cavity. Now came one of her own, personal touches to the recipe. Taking an oval-shaped piece of stone she'd previously enchanted and laid nearby, she gently pushed it through the clone's cunt and into the main cavity, resting it on the bed of stuffing. After an adjustment or two, she was satisfied with its position and went back to shoving the mixture of bread, onion, egg and other seasonings into the clone's body. Finally, she was done. Patting the rounded belly, she scooped up the meatgirl with her daughter's face and set it into the roasting pan, positioning it until it looked just right. One probe of her meat thermometer inserted, one bubble-head charm to protect the clone's head from heat damage, another spell to activate the heating stone she'd inserted (to help cook the stuffing from within) and one lid later, she slid the pan into the oven, closed the door and set the readout on her probe thermometer. "All set!" she announced as she walked over to the resting Starlight clone. "Derpy, is that dough ready?"

"And waiting," Derpy told her.

Twilight nodded in satisfaction, and lifted the clone onto the middle of the dough. Working carefully, the two women wrapped the excess around the clone's body, and then used the extra pieces Derpy had set aside to wrap the arms and legs as well. Once Starlight's clone was thoroughly sealed within the dough, Twilight lifted her into another pan and once again cast the bubble-head spell, before she and Derpy slid the pan into another oven.

"Now, we get to the complicated one," Twilight said as she pointed to the sixth clone. "We're going to spit her tight little butt, just like we did your clone. Except for this one, we're going to stuff her afterward and cook her over the coals for a while, then finish her in the steamer."

Derpy shook her head. "Where you came up with that recipe, I will never know," she told her lover. "But my little Sparkler should taste wonderful when she's done."

Twilight laughed. "She will, trust me. This isn't the first time I've used this method to cook a clone."

"Oh?"

Twilight nodded. "Trixie and I cooked one of her clones this way for her wedding reception, and everypony there agreed that she was absolutely delicious."

"I see." Derpy smiled. "Well, let's do it."

She walked over to the counter where the clone of Amethyst was waiting, and adjusted her until she was laying on her front, giving them access to her tight rear. Twilight took the spit and began pushing it in, moving as carefully as Derpy had when she'd spitted her own clone earlier. Derpy, for her part, held the clone's mouth open for the spit to come out, and then turned the clone over. "Let me do the stuffing this time, okay?"

"Okay." Twilight stepped back, giving Derpy ample room to work as she took handfuls of stuffing and shoved them in through the clone's cunt. Once it was all done, she tied the clone's arms and legs into position on the spit, brushed her with oil, and set her into the open rotisserie that Twilight had installed in the kitchen fireplace. Pressing a switch, she stood back, arm around her lover, as they watched the clone rotating.

"Think we should get Liza and Dinky in here to watch over things while we have a little fun?" Twilight asked.

"I wouldn't mind in the slightest." Derpy cocked her head. "Say, where are they, anyway?"

Twilight shrugged. "Knowing Liza, they're hooked up to a couple of the girls in the Brain Room."

"Of course."

~*~

About forty-five minutes later, Twilight and Derpy returned to the kitchen, satisfied smiles on their faces.

"Momma!" Dinky jumped up from where she'd been sitting, and laughed as she glomped the older woman. "Just in time!"

Twilight smiled as the two embraced, then turned to her own daughter. "And how are you doing?"

"Both of me are doing good," Liza told her with a grin. "I have a lovely marefriend, a wonderful mother, and my clone's temperature is right where it should be, both inside and out."

"That's very good," Twilight told her. "So... you want to help me with the next stage of cooking?"

Liza grinned. "You got it. The pan's right here."

"Then we're all set." Twilight checked the clone rotating in the fireplace, her meat at just the right shade. "Perfect. Help me get her onto the counter."

Extinguishing the fire, they concentrated together to lift the clone into position. Twilight then watched as Liza focused, telekinetically pulling the spit from the clone's body and setting it aside. Grabbing the container of stuffing, she shoved the last of it into the open hole, then flipped the clone onto its back in the pan and positioned the arms and legs. Satisfied that her daughter knew what she was doing, Twilight went to check the other roasts. All were doing well, so she returned to Liza's side. The clone had been re-oiled and an apple stuffed in her mouth, to Twilight's amusement.

"Ready?"

Liza nodded. "Ready."

Lifting the pan up, they carried it over to the large, oven-sized steamer, and set it inside. Shutting the door and turning it on, Twilight looked at her daughter. "Now there's just one left to do. Did you dry off Dinky's clone like I told you?"

"We did. And we got her into the frying rig too," Liza reported, pointing to a service cart where a large metal... contraption sat. All in all, the rig resembled a large, round birdcage with five bars and a hanging loop at the top, and a bottom made of mesh. The clone, her wrists bound, sat cross-legged inside it. Looking more carefully, one could see a stabilizer that ran through her bottom, and a second into her cunt, keeping her in one place.

Twilight nodded in approval. "Is everything else set?"

Liza nodded. "The derrick is all assembled, we triple-checked the burner and the propane tank... all we need is to get the oil in the pot, and then the meat in the oil."

Twilight grinned, rubbing her hands together. "Excellent. Time to deep-fry."

"You are having way too much fun with this," Derpy told her, an amused smile on her face as she kept cuddling her younger daughter.

"I don't get to cook out like this very often," Twilight replied. "Indulge me."

Derpy raised her eyebrows with a smirk. "I thought I did that before we came in here."

"Touché."

Liza, watching the back-and-forth, smiled. Ah, I love it when they get this way... "I hate to interrupt, but we've got cooking to do."

"Right." Twilight moved to the cart and pointed it at the door. "I'll take the meat, you get the oil."

Liza nodded, and snagged up the jug, following her mother and the clone of her marefriend outside.

Just outside the castle, there was a small, flat and grassy closed-off area. Liza and Dinky had set a very large burner on the ground, a closed pot on top of it, and a very tall ladder with a hanging swivel pulley and a couple of other attachments sat nearby. There was also a chair, about ten feet away from the burner, and they set the cart next to this. Moving over to the pot and taking its lid off, Liza poured the oil in, then set the jug aside and moved the ladder over the pot. "Hook her up, Mom."

Twilight inspected the ladder, and nodded before lifting the rig with Dinky's clone into place. Attaching its hanging loop to the swivel pulley in the middle, she tested it one more time before turning on the heat, and set the bubble-head charm over the clone's head.

In just a few minutes, the oil was up to temperature, and Twilight carefully untied the cord from the side of the ladder. Holding tightly, she gradually lowered the frying rig into the hot oil. Once the rig was just off the bottom, yet still completely submerged, she tied it off again. "Now, you need to stay here and watch this," she told Liza. "Keep an eye on the temperature. When it gets hot enough, you know what to do, right?"

"And everything else afterward. See you in an hour, Mom."

"Good girl." Twilight patted her rear, then headed back inside. Liza watched her go, then turned to the pot. "Looks like it's just you and me," she told it. "And..." Walking over to her chair and taking something from a lower level of the cart, she held it up. "My book."

Settling in to read, she waited for the pot's attached thermometer and its timer to beep.

~*~

Back in the kitchen, Twilight smiled at Derpy and Dinky. "Meat's in the pot," she told them. "And I think it's about time to check the other one. Dinky and I will handle that. Derpy, you and Amethyst can bring in the other ingredients."

"Will do!" Derpy saluted, then turned to the fridge. "Now, where did I put that container..."

While she was looking, Twilight and Dinky went into the next room, where Amethyst was waiting. "Good timing," she told them. "I think the meat's ready."

"Thank you, Amethyst," Twilight told her. "We'll take it from here, but you can help your mother bring in the other ingredients."

"Gotcha." Amethyst walked out, leaving Twilight and Dinky to check the pot.

"They look done to me," Twilight told the smaller girl. "Let's get those heads off first." Concentrating on the bubble-head spell, she triggered its secondary function. With a loud snap, the first bubble lifted away from the pot, leaving the body to sink into the water. A second snap, and the second bubble did the same. Gesturing, Twilight sent the two bubbles to rest on a table, then turned back to the pot.

Using their telekinesis, Twilight and Dinky spent the next several minutes separating the bones and meat. The long simmer had softened the meat considerably, making this an easy task, and the two finished right about the time Derpy and Amethyst came in, lugging two large containers. Pouring the chopped vegetables and seasonings from the first into the pot, the four stood back to watch it come to a simmer again, Twilight stirring occasionally. Finally, she looked satisfied. "Perfect timing. In ten minutes we'll add the noodles," she told them. "Fifteen minutes after that, we can turn off the heat and put on the preserver spell so this will stay at just the right temperature to serve. Then we can start getting everything else out of the ovens so it can rest for a bit. Then we have half an hour to clean up before the our friends arrive and we can start serving."

The others nodded, and went to work.

***
To be continued...

Next time around: The guests arrive, the meal is served (complete with the preserved heads as centerpieces), and the resulting dinner conversation includes a few in-universe explanations, such as when Derpy and her daughters moved in with Twilight, and just why Amethyst is sometimes referred to as "Sparker".

 No.4431

I'm remarkably impressed with this. You've added depth and as much as I'd like to have seen more torture and suffering. Mainly I like the fear the victims show..but anyway..as much as I like that..this has achieved what I hope to with my new story series: a sense of depth. I could totally watch this. :p maybe it can come on showtime instead of discovery family n.n Tara does all sorts of voice work both saw and nsfw. ;)

 No.4432

I'm remarkably impressed with this. You've added depth and as much as I'd like to have seen more torture and suffering. Mainly I like the fear the victims show..but anyway..as much as I like that..this has achieved what I hope to with my new story series: a sense of depth. I could totally watch this. :p maybe it can come on showtime instead of discovery family n.n Tara does all sorts of voice work both saw and nsfw. ;)

 No.4480

Still working on the next installment... but recently, I was hit with a bout of inspiration for a whole series of stories to fill in the ten-year gap. Consequently, I've developed the following list:

~*~Existing stories: ~*~

"Sweetie Belle's Gift"; by Dokariss
- Sweetie Belle volunteers to be harvested by her sister.

"Applebloom Lends A Hand, and Other Limbs"; by Anonymous
- Apple Bloom volunteers to be harvested by her family.

"The Vivisection of Starlight Glimmer"; by The Bizarre One
- Twilight and her new apprentice Liza Doolots harvest condemned criminal Starlight Glimmer.

"The Brain Transfer"; by The Bizarre One
- Ten years after Starlight was harvested, Twilight and her apprentice/part-time lover Liza transfer Derpy Hooves' brain from her old, injured body into a new one. Afterward, Twilight takes Derpy as her lover.

"Twilight's Dinner Party, part 1: Cannibals in the Kitchen"; by The Bizarre One
- Six months after Derpy's brain transplant, she, Twilight, Twilight's apprentice/lover/recently adopted daughter Liza and Derpy's daughters (Dinky Hooves and Amethyst Star) are turning seven mindless clones into food for a big dinner party.

~*~Forthcoming - direct sequel: ~*~

"Twilight's Dinner Party, part 2: Feasting on Clones"; by The Bizarre One
- Twilight, her housemates and their guests (the two senior princesses; her parents; Shining Armor, Cadance, their two daughters and Spike; five couples and their children; and one undecided guest) enjoy their dinner. (I've upped it from 28 people present to 30 total.)

~*~Forthcoming - midquels, set during the ten-year timeskip: ~*~

"Scootaloo's Sacrifice"
- A few weeks after Starlight's harvesting, Scootaloo asks to be harvested as well, gifting her parts to Rainbow Dash. (Items made from her include a hawk-billed cap with her wings mounted on it.)

"Diamond in the Lab"
- Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon's parents sell them to Twilight for harvesting, and the two find unexpected friendships after being reduced to disembodied brains.

"The Silence of the Sirens"
- The three Sirens have been caught and sentenced to harvesting, and it's up to Twilight and Liza to do so.
- After Adagio and Aria are harvested, Sonata Dusk is ultimately pardoned and becomes Twilight's lover for a time, but later moves back to the other world to live with Sunset Shimmer, her eventual wife.

"Crusaders United"
- Babs Seed learns what's happened to her favorite cousin and her friends, and volunteers to join them in Twilight's Brain Room.

"Sugar In Your Castle"
- Twilight's surprised when an Earth Pony girl named Sugarcoat asks to be harvested, having chosen to give up her body so she can contemplate the universe in peace.

"Gift of the Moondancer"
- Twilight's been dating her old friend Moondancer for a while, but the other girl finally realizes their relationship won't last, and asks Twilight and a visiting Spike to harvest her.

"The Wedding Feast"
- Trixie Lulamoon and Pinkie Pie are getting married, and Twilight's been asked to cook a mindless clone of Trixie for the reception.

"Happy Birthday, Liza"
- It's Liza's eighteenth birthday, but she's the one with a present to give Twilight. (Very little guro planned.)

"Liza's Little Life-Changer"
- Liza develops the technique that triggers her ascension into an alicorn: orgasming while linked to one of the disembodied brains in Twilight's Brain Room.

~*~
Anyone who wants to write these nine midquels (or any others you can think of - just run them by me first, so they don't conflict with anything I've written or have plans for) is welcome to do so.

 No.4511

>>4480
looking forward to Scootaloo's Sacrifice and Diamond in the Lab.

 No.4513

>>4480
>>4511

Agreed! As I mentioned before, I never could think of proper uses for Scootaloo, would be really great if you had something planned out for her parts!

 No.4516

>>4511
Quote: "looking forward to Scootaloo's Sacrifice and Diamond in the Lab."

Glad to hear it, and I'll keep working on them. (Well, the first one. I haven't done anything on Diamond beyond her mention in "The Brain Transfer" and that title and description I put up. Barring inspiration on "Feasting on Clones", Diamond's part will be the next one I do after "Scootaloo's Sacrifice".)

>>4513
Quote: "Agreed! As I mentioned before, I never could think of proper uses for Scootaloo, would be really great if you had something planned out for her parts!"

All I have in mind so far is the hat, and an idea for her skull (and it might involve the rest of her bones too) - I could use some more ideas myself for what to do with the rest of her.

Of actual writing, I have a first draft of her arrival at the castle to talk to Twilight about being harvested, but haven't typed it into my computer yet. Will keep moving forward though.

 No.4517

>>4516
Some quick ideas:

-Rainbow is an athlete, so maybe she could use her limbs as dumbell, or her inflated womb/stomach as a fitness ball/punching bag?
-Skull could be used as a cup, or if you're feeling very dirty, a toilet.
-Skin for clothes is the usual thing, but there are other uses. Why not have her use the whole hide as a rug, like a trophy? Or turn it into a sports bag for her gym equipment? Or as a windsock-she lives on a cloud, after all.
-The pussy, ass and/or tits could be preserved as sex toys.

 No.4519

>>4517
Quote: "-Rainbow is an athlete, so maybe she could use her limbs as dumbell, or her inflated womb/stomach as a fitness ball/punching bag?"

Her bones are spoken for (in fact, I already know what her entire skeleton gets turned into). I'll consider the other option. (Maybe Diamond Tiara's limbs could be made into dumbbells though - I don't have any real plans for what to do with her parts yet.)

Quote: "Skull could be used as a cup, or if you're feeling very dirty, a toilet."

... I actually had half a notion to use somepony's skull for a drinking cup (not Scootaloo's - hers is spoken for), even before this. The second option... no. (I don't do scat, or anything related to it.)

Quote: "Skin for clothes is the usual thing, but there are other uses. Why not have her use the whole hide as a rug, like a trophy? Or turn it into a sports bag for her gym equipment? Or as a windsock-she lives on a cloud, after all."

Interesting possibilities. I'll consider them.

Quote: "The pussy, ass and/or tits could be preserved as sex toys."

Eh... not quite sure how that would work. (Especially the last - she's a pre- or young teen, so I figure she's pretty flat-chested at the moment.)

 No.4521

>>4516
>>4519
As the guy who created the idea for Sweetie Belle's Gift (it was a trade), I have some suggestions.

For Scootaloo, one of her feathers could work as a Quill Pen (since Rainbow Dash likes reading) maybe an extra pen for Twilight for helping out. The rest could be the stuffing in a pillow or a jacket.

For her skin a Scootaloo Rug would work, but since he has a crush on Rainbbow Dash, maybe a Scootaloo Body Pillow or stuffed animal would work better. That way Rainbow has something nice to remember her by.

For Scootaloo's Internals, her Ovaries and Womb, maybe make the womb into a hot water bottle to help if Rainbow gets sick or has her period? The ovaries can be dipped in resin as paper weights, contact juggling balls, or earrings. The ovaries can also be dipped in chocolate (maybe while still attached?) as a nice romantic treat.

As for Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, It might be nice to make clothes out of them, give them to Rarity to play with since they mocked her sister for being a blank flank.

 No.4538

"Scootaloo's Sacrifice" (#4 chronologically, but #6 posted); first draft.
- A few weeks after Starlight's harvesting, Scootaloo asks to be harvested as well, gifting her parts to Rainbow Dash.
- Tags: Vivisection, cannibalism, cooking.

***
Ding-dong!

Twilight, in her study, looked up from her book. Now, who could that be? she wondered. She certainly wasn't expecting any deliveries, and her apprentice Liza Doolots wouldn't be back for hours - after the last couple of weeks, Twilight had felt she deserved a day off to spend with her friends, and had told her to go have fun. And her own friends, she knew, were busy with their usual work today. Rarity had let them know of her plans to spend the day creating with some of the newest material she'd gotten. Pinkie was busy at Sugarcube Corner, Applejack had orchards to harvest, and Fluttershy was watching over the animals at her cottage. Rainbow Dash wasn't even in town: she had practice with her fellow Wonderbolts Reserves that day, though she'd be back the next morning.

Sighing, she rose to her feet and headed for the door. If this is some salespony, I'll harvest him!, she silently muttered to herself, and instantly felt guilty. No. Bad Twilight. No harvesting those who haven't volunteered, or committed heinous crimes. And interrupting your reading is not a heinous crime. Taking somepony's brain for something that minor makes you no better than the ones you have harvested. Like those child-stealers from Manehatten. She sighed as she reached the door and opened it. Then, she smiled as she recognized the girl waiting for her.

"Scootaloo! Nice to see you. What's up?"

The orange pegasus girl smiled back. "Hey, Twilight. Can... can I come in?"

"Of course! Right this way." Leading Scootaloo to the parlor off the main hall, she found a seat. "Now, what can I do for you?"

"It's... complicated." Scootaloo fidgeted. "You know how Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle got harvested a while back."

"Of course I know. I have their brains here, alive and well, if you want to talk to them."

"Maybe in a little while. But the thing is..." Scootaloo sighed. "I want to join them, Twilight. I want you to take my brain and put it in with theirs. And I want Rainbow Dash to have my parts."

Twilight looked at the younger girl. "That's a big decision, Scootaloo. Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." Scootaloo's hands clenched. "Sweetie Belle gave up her body so her sister could have a pretty handbag. Apple Bloom let her family turn her into things they needed for their farm. Rainbow Dash means the world to me. The least I can do is let her use me for whatever she wants." She looked up and smiled. "Besides, it's not like I'll be gone forever - I know you can keep me alive, even if I'm just a brain in a jar. And I know you've already got one reserved for me. It's time to put it to use."

Twilight smiled. "I understand. I'll talk to Rainbow Dash. But... you should probably talk to your parents too. You're underage, so you need their permission for this."

Scootaloo grimaced. "I don't have parents, Twilight. I have a parent. And he barely knows I exist half the time, let alone what I do. I gave him the papers to sign about a week ago, and he just glanced at them, signed them and told me to have fun. So legally, you can harvest me anytime you want." She pulled an envelope out of her pocket. "Here."

"Oh." Twilight took the papers, and studied them. "Well, it's legit. I'll... I'll let Rainbow Dash know, so we can decide what to do with you."

"Thank you." Scootaloo looked at her. "This means a lot to me, you know."

"I know." Twilight read over the papers again, then rose. "Come on. You want to see Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle now?"

"Sure!"

"Come on then. I'll take you to the Brain Room." Taking Scootaloo to the hand, she led her down the hall, and took two jars from the shelves. Setting them on the table in the middle of the room, she pressed a button on each jar. "Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle? You there?"

"Twilight!" two voices exclaimed. Then, Apple Bloom continued. "How're you doing?"

Twilight smiled. "I'm doing fine. And I brought you a visitor." She turned to Scootaloo. "I'll be in my study when you're done, okay?"

"Okay." Scootaloo looked at the jars. "Hey, girls."

Twilight smiled as the two brains squealed in joy, and slipped out. Heading for her study, her face turned pensive as she began wondering how Rainbow Dash would react to this.

~*~

Two days later, everything was all set, as Scootaloo lay face down and completely naked on the metal table in the middle of Twilight's lab, while Twilight was checking her tools. "Now, you're absolutely sure you're ready," she told the younger girl.

"Of course I'm sure," Scootaloo growled. "Come on, Twilight. Let's do this!"

"Right." Twilight selected a scalpel, then concentrated as she cast the paralysis spell on Scootaloo. "Liza, I need you now."

"Right here, Miss Twilight," Liza piped up as she dashed into the room. "What do we do first?"

"Well, you remember how we took Lightning Dust's wings a few weeks ago," Twilight told her apprentice. "We're going to do the same thing here. The only difference is, they're a lot smaller than Lightning Dust's were. They never fully developed, you know. That's why she couldn't fly like other pegasi her age." Her own wings shifted as she handed Liza the scalpel.

"Okay." Liza looked at Scootaloo, studying the other girl's back. Carefully, she pressed the scalpel against the skin, right at the edge of the joint, and began slicing into the bare flesh. Twilight watched with pride as Liza cast the sealing spell on the wound almost immediately, and then began cutting deeper until she'd reached the joint where the wing bone attached to the shoulder blade, and then selected a different scalpel to pry it loose. Once she'd gotten the wing out, she turned to the other one, and repeated the process. After both wings were out, she set them aside, and turned to Twilight. "Now what?"

"These wings need to be treated," Twilight told her. Glancing at Scootaloo, she ruffled the naked girl's hair. "While I'm doing that, you can skin Scootaloo. Keep the skin intact, just like we've been doing, okay?"

"Okay." Liza examined Scootaloo's back, and began slicing her open along the spine. Twilight watched for a minute, then carried the wings to another part of the room. Setting them on a layer of bandages set with herbs, she carefully wrapped them up, then muttered a spell. This was a variation on the spell she'd been using on the eyes she'd taken, but it took much less time to convert the flesh into its new form: a mere three days, rather than forty. Also, the altered wings would only be suitable for use as decorations now, not for the... other things Twilight had in mind for the converted eyes.

That reminds me, she thought to herself. Starlight's eyes should be ready in just a few days. She smiled. I can't wait to see how they work.

Turning back to Liza and Scootaloo, her smile grew. Her apprentice had been working much faster than she'd expected, and Scootaloo's skin (including from her head) was nearly off. In another minute, it was done, and Liza had it stretched out on its rack, just like she'd been taught.

Crossing the room, Twilight rejoined her apprentice. "Eyes next," she told Liza. "I'll hold the mirror."

Liza nodded, and set to work. Very shortly, she had the eyes out and in their jar. Another few minutes of work, and the brain was out and in its own jar, the lights blinking in green and blue. Twilight pressed a button on the jar. "You doing okay in there, Scootaloo?"

"I'm good," Scootaloo's voice replied. "It's... different, but not so bad. Stinks that I can't move, but I'll manage."

"That's good. I'm going to take you in with the others now, okay?" She glanced at Liza. "You can start harvesting her other organs now. Save the ovaries for me."

Liza nodded, then began cutting again, while Twilight carried her jar into the hall.

Out there, she found a worried and pacing Rainbow Dash, who stopped as she saw Twilight. "Is she okay?"

Twilight chuckled. "She was a real little trooper. Handled it even better than Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle did."

"Rainbow Dash!" Scootaloo's excited voice cried from the jar.

Rainbow Dash's eyes dropped to the jar. "Hey, squirt. How you doing in there?"

"I'm good." There was a sigh. "Thank you, Rainbow Dash. For supporting me. If you'd said no..."

"Ah..." Rainbow Dash blushed. "You're my number one fan, and the closest I have to a little sister. What kind of big sister would I be if I didn't support you?"

While Scootaloo no longer had a face, Twilight and Rainbow Dash could almost hear her smiling in response. Then, Twilight handed Rainbow Dash the jar. "Here. You can take her to the Brain Room, okay? I'll let you two have some time alone together."

"Right. Thanks, Twilight." Accepting the jar, Rainbow Dash headed down the hall, leaving Twilight to re-enter her lab.

About an hour later, the work was done. Scootaloo's organs were in their separate jars, her skin was being treated per Rarity's instructions, her meat had mostly been wrapped up and stored in the freezer, the appropriate DNA samples were in their own chambers, her bones had been wiped clean and were laid out on another table in the lab, and Twilight was in the kitchen. Having saved some of Scootaloo's meat for this, she'd wrapped the strips of muscle around a mixture of cheese and spices, then dredged the pieces and was currently pan-frying them.

"Hey, Twilight?"

Twilight looked up to see a familiar rainbow mane at the door. "Hey, Rainbow Dash. Dinner's just about ready."

"Smells good." Rainbow Dash looked at her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What's up?"

"Well... what do you use those eyes and ovaries for, anyway? Liza told me you were saving them from everypony you'd harvested."

Twilight smiled. "In a few days, I can show you what I'm doing with the eyes. The ovaries... well, I'm still keeping that one close to my vest right now."

"You store them in your bra?"

Twilight chuckled. "Very funny, Rainbow Dash. But seriously, I have plans for all that DNA." She turned to the pan. "We're almost done here. Hand me those plates, so I can take this up."

~*~

A short while later, the two women and Liza were sitting in the dining room, contentedly munching on their dinner.

"Mmm," Rainbow Dash moaned as she swallowed a bite. "This is really good. What'd you say it was called again?"

"Scootaloo cordon bleu," Twilight replied as she sliced a bite off her own serving. "Based on chicken cordon bleu. The Prench words mean "blue ribbon", because it's considered a prize-winning dish."

"Cool." Rainbow Dash looked at her serving, then shrugged and took another bite. "Seriously, Scootaloo is delicious. Kind of a shame we can't have her more often."

"Yes... a shame." Twilight's eyes gleamed.

Rainbow Dash looked at her oddly. "I know that look. You're planning something big, aren't you?"

"I am, but it'll be a while before Liza and I can get that part of the operation up and running." Twilight smiled mysteriously, before changing the subject. "So. We have everything set. Tomorrow, Liza and I will start converting Scootaloo's parts, and if all goes well, we should be done with everything by the end of the week. You can pick up your order then."

"Will do." Rainbow Dash finished the last of her dinner, then looked at Twilight. "Thanks again, Twilight. You made Scootaloo really happy when you agreed to harvest her."

"You're welcome, Rainbow Dash."

***
First draft done... any suggestions for improvements on it before I get into the next part? (That will be the big reveal for just what Twilight's making out of Scootaloo, plus one of her secret projects - specifically, the one for Starlight's eyes and bones.)

 No.4550

Same as before, really-really good for a first draft, hoping that you expand on/flesh out the dissection scene for the final version, eager to see what Twilight is doing with all those bones/eyes/ovaries.

 No.4557

>>4550
Quote: "Same as before, really-really good for a first draft, hoping that you expand on/flesh out the dissection scene for the final version, eager to see what Twilight is doing with all those bones/eyes/ovaries."

The thing is, I'm not sure quite sure how to expand the dissection part. Scootaloo's entirely willing, and she isn't afraid of what's happening to her (especially since she knows she'll survive the process). Other than detailing how she's cut up (which I've already done once with Starlight and don't want to overdo), I can't think of what else to expand it with.

And now, the big reveal... or at least, part of it:

***
A week later, five girls and three jars were waiting in the parlor.

"Ah'm kind of surprised Twilight invited all of us here for this," Applejack remarked. "Did she tell you why?"

Had she been looking at a whole person, they would have shook their head. "She's kept this one quiet," Scootaloo's voice game from her jar's speaker. "Hasn't told me a thing, which is kind of surprising since it's my old body she's been working with. I know a little bit that was my idea, but that's all."

"She hasn't told any of us brains what it is," Apple Bloom's voice piped up. "She must really want to keep this a surprise."

Applejack patted the jar with a smile. "Guess we'll jest have to wait and see."

"Not for much longer," Twilight said as she entered the room, Liza right behind her. "Sorry to keep you waiting, girls. But the big surprise is here." She glanced into the hall. "Okay, Starlight, you can bring her in."

"Starlight?!" everypony chorused.

Twilight nodded. "Starlight."

Just then, the sound of rhythmic squeaks filled the air. Moments later, Starlight Glimmer walked in, pushing a trolley with a tall, sheet-covered object on it.

Immediately, five girls jumped to their feet, one diving behind the couch. "She... she..." Rarity stammered.

Rainbow Dash whirled around to look at Twilight. "You told us you harvested her! We saw the skin in Rarity's shop! How is she still up and walking around?"

Twilight grinned. "That's part of my surprise. I found a spell that lets you create, and I quote, a statue that may work for you. I used Starlight's bones to create the frame, attached a layer of synthetic flesh, layered in some extra spells, and then added the final ingredient to activate it." She gestured to the woman with the trolley. "That's not really Starlight, it just looks like her."

The room grew quiet as they processed this.

"Whoo-ee," Applejack whistled. "That's... that's really something, Twilight."

"Indeed," Rarity commented as she approached the walking statue and began looking up and down its body. "If I hadn't been working with her skin myself, I'd swear this was the real thing. How did you make her so... life-like?"

Twilight grinned. "It's all in the eyes. Literally."

"The eyes?" Pinkie Pie looked at them. "They don't look too life-like. They look kind of glassy to me."

Twilight nodded. "Somehow, I'm not surprised you could see that, Pinkie. Behind the illusion, they are glassy. You all know that when I harvested Starlight, I took out her eyes. Just like I do with everypony else I harvest."

"Indeed," Rarity commented. "But I must admit, I found it a little... odd that they weren't among the parts you gave me."

"Especially since she could have used them," Sweetie Belle added from her jar. "She used my eyes to decorate her jewelry case, after all."

Twilight chuckled. "Sorry, Rarity. But I already had plans to use them for this." She looked at the group. "That special spell I found? The instructions said that if you take the eyes from a living being, pack them in certain herbs and cast the appropriate spell on them, they'll eventually become glassy. Then, you can put them in a statue and bring it to life."

"You mean... those really are Starlight's eyes in her head?" a soft voice whimpered from behind the couch. "That's... creepy."

"Weird too," Rainbow Dash added, glancing at her friend. "Then again, we are talking about using pieces of a formerly living pony for something, so... I guess we passed weird a while back anyway."

Twilight shrugged. "I thought it was kind of creepy too at first. But... you know me and experimenting with magic. Besides, it's perfectly safe. One of the spells I embedded into the frame means my statue literally can't do anything unless I specifically tell it. It's a precaution so it doesn't go out of control. So you can come out from behind there, Fluttershy."

Fluttershy's head peered out over the back of the couch. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." Twilight grinned. "Come on." She helped the other girl to her feet and into a chair, then glanced at the others. "And that wasn't the only change I made to the original plans. We found a note in with the rest of the spell, and it suggested an extra step for preparing the eyes that would improve the whole effect."

Rarity quirked her head. "Oh?"

Twilight nodded. "The writer hadn't confirmed it would work when they wrote the instructions down, but Liza and I tried it anyway, and it worked out perfectly. Liza, you want to tell them?"

The small unicorn girl nodded. "There's an old legend that when someone dies, their eyes reflect the last thing they ever saw. Miss Twilight held up a mirror to Starlight's face while I took her eyes, and when we put them in the statue, they turned it into a copy of her."

Rarity's own eyes widened. "Oh my."

Twilight nodded. "I wasn't entirely sure it would work like I wanted, since we'd taken her skin off first, but as you can see, that didn't have any effect on the illusion. And best of all, we can make her look like anypony we've harvested like this. All we have to do is swap out the eyes, once they're ready. I have several more sets that aren't done yet, but once they're ready..."

Rarity looked thoughtful. "That is something. Er... did you treat Suri's eyes like this?"

"I did. They won't be ready until next week though."

"Well, once they're ready... could you create another of these statues for me, and let me have Suri's eyes for it? She'd make such a wonderful model."

Twilight laughed. "I'll get right on it. But for now, I want to show you one of my other projects. Starlight, please remove the cover cloth from the items you brought in."

The ambulatory statue nodded. "As you wish." With a flourish, it did as commanded, revealing... a glittering skeleton.

Kneeling on a circular disc, Scootaloo's bones had been coated in a thin layer of orange-tinted coloring, exactly matching her skin's original shade. Her face looked upward, her mouth open in a happy smile, her arms spread wide in joy. Twilight had replicated the girl's hair atop the skull, and a pair of glass eyes sat in place of the originals. The whole form had been topped by a hawk-billed cap, which had Scootaloo's wings mounted on the sides.

Rainbow Dash's own mouth was wide with surprise as she studied the skeleton. "Twilight... this is..."

Twilight smiled. "There's a piping system that still needs to be installed, but once it's in and we put her on the base, your new rainbow fountain is all ready." She walked over and gently removed the hat, handing it to her friend. "And this is for you too. It was actually Scootaloo's idea, so you can thank her for it."

Taking the hat, Rainbow Dash put it on and smiled. "It's perfect. All of it." She patted the jar. "Thanks, little buddy."

"You're welcome," Scootaloo told her.

Watching them, Twilight smiled. "I have one more surprise for you, Rainbow Dash. Liza? Do you want to get this one?"

Liza nodded, then ran out the door. Moments later, she was back with another trolley.
***

And now you know why I had Twilight save all those eyes. (Insert evil grin here.) Can you guess what book inspired me? (Though unlike that book, this living statue won't go out of control and try to kill people. Twilight made sure of that.)

Still not positive on what to with Scootaloo's skin (which is what Liza just brought in), but the rest was ready, so... hope you all like it.

Oh, and one other thing - an idea for another story in this series came to mind the other night. Not sure where it'll go in the timeline yet, but here's the title and description:

"Meating Out Justice" (the spelling is intentional)
- Trixie Lulamoon returns to Ponyville, pursued by a corrupt sheriff from a town full of Earth Pony supremacists. Intent on bringing her in (for the "crime" of being a unicorn), he soon winds up arrested himself on various charges (including making false accusations and other, more serious crimes), and Twilight invites Trixie to join her in the lab as an observer while she harvests his organs and roasts the rest of him alive for their dinner.

AKA "The first one where we see a male being harvested". Directly inspired by some of the other cannibal art I've seen in the past, and by a certain non-guro MLP fanfic I happen to like. (Though I doubt I'll use the character's original name.)

 No.4575

>>4557
Yeah, more detail was basically what I was going for. There are many paragraphs describing the magic being used, the plans Twilight has, the conversations between the characters, backstory, worldbuilding ect, but I feel the guro parts are over very quickly. If you could add more guro and less exposition I think your story-which I'm still enjoying-could be even better.

 No.4576

>>4575
Quote: "Yeah, more detail was basically what I was going for. There are many paragraphs describing the magic being used, the plans Twilight has, the conversations between the characters, backstory, worldbuilding ect, but I feel the guro parts are over very quickly. If you could add more guro and less exposition I think your story-which I'm still enjoying-could be even better."

I'll see what I can do. But again, I don't want to be too repetitive when describing the details of the ponies being cut up. There are only so many ways you can describe somepony being skinned and having the organs cut from their body.

Have already done some slight revisions on "Scootaloo's Sacrifice", but I'm still trying to decide what to do with her skin.

What did you think of what I did with the mobile statue (animated by Starlight's eyes) and Scootaloo's bones, by the way?

 No.4579

>>4576

It's tricky to avoid repetition, yeah. Previously I suggested trying to add variations to the harvesting to avoid this, like what you did with Derpy. Try to think of different approaches and angles.

I didn't see the bone-golem coming, I'll say that. Interested to see what you do with it. Skele-fountain was pretty cool-will be popular during Nightmare Night I'd imagine : )

I'll leave what to do with the skin to you, as I've already made some suggestions. Hope you update soon! (Out of interest, have you read my other stuff?)

 No.4585

>>4579
Quote: "It's tricky to avoid repetition, yeah. Previously I suggested trying to add variations to the harvesting to avoid this, like what you did with Derpy. Try to think of different approaches and angles."

Will see what I can do.

Quote: "I didn't see the bone-golem coming, I'll say that. Interested to see what you do with it. Skele-fountain was pretty cool-will be popular during Nightmare Night I'd imagine : )"

Glad you like. (The inspiration for the "bone-golem" was a John Bellairs book, "The Eyes of the Killer Robot". But as said before, Twilight's taken precautions so her version won't go out of control like that one did.) The "Skele-fountain" is just something I thought of.

Quote: "I'll leave what to do with the skin to you, as I've already made some suggestions. Hope you update soon! (Out of interest, have you read my other stuff?)"

Updates will come as soon as I figure out what to do with the skin... and where might I find your other stuff, besides this thread?

 No.4586

MLP Guro series #4: "Scootaloo's Sacrifice"; by The Bizarre One
- A few weeks after Starlight's harvesting, Scootaloo asks to be harvested as well, gifting her parts to Rainbow Dash.
- Tags: Itemization, cannibalism, underage.
- Barring any fixes that need to be made, this is the final draft.

***
Ding-dong!

Twilight, in her study, looked up from her book. Now, who could that be? she wondered. She certainly wasn't expecting any deliveries, and her apprentice Liza Doolots wouldn't be back for hours - after the last couple of weeks, Twilight had felt she deserved a day off to spend with her friends, and had told her to go have fun. And her own friends, she knew, were busy with their usual work today. Rarity had let them know of her plans to spend the day creating with some of the newest material she'd gotten. Pinkie was busy at Sugarcube Corner, Applejack had orchards to harvest, and Fluttershy was watching over the animals at her cottage. Rainbow Dash wasn't even in town: she had practice with her fellow Wonderbolts Reserves that day, though she'd be back the next morning.

Sighing, she rose to her feet and headed for the door. If this is some salespony, I'll harvest him!, she silently muttered to herself, and instantly felt guilty. No. Bad Twilight. No harvesting those who haven't volunteered, or committed heinous crimes. And interrupting your reading is not a heinous crime. Taking somepony's brain for something that minor makes you no better than the ones you have harvested. Like those child-stealers from Manehatten. She sighed as she reached the door and opened it. Then, she smiled as she recognized the girl waiting for her.

"Scootaloo! Nice to see you. What's up?"

The orange pegasus girl smiled back. "Hey, Twilight. Can... can I come in?"

"Of course! Right this way." Leading Scootaloo to the parlor off the main hall, she found a seat. "Now, what can I do for you?"

"It's... complicated." Scootaloo fidgeted. "You know how Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle got harvested a while back."

"Of course I know. I have their brains here, alive and well, if you want to talk to them."

"Maybe in a little while. But the thing is..." Scootaloo sighed. "I want to join them, Twilight. I want you to take my brain and put it in with theirs. And I want Rainbow Dash to have my parts."

Twilight looked at the younger girl. "That's a big decision, Scootaloo. Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." Scootaloo's hands clenched. "Sweetie Belle gave up her body so her sister could have a pretty handbag. Apple Bloom let her family turn her into things they needed for their farm. Rainbow Dash means the world to me. The least I can do is let her use me for whatever she wants." She looked up and smiled. "Besides, it's not like I'll be gone forever - I know you can keep me alive, even if I'm just a brain in a jar. And I know you've already got one reserved for me. It's time to put it to use."

Twilight smiled. "I understand. I'll talk to Rainbow Dash. But... you should probably talk to your parents too. You're underage, so you need their permission for this."

Scootaloo grimaced. "I don't have parents, Twilight. I have a parent. And he barely knows I exist half the time, let alone what I do. I gave him the papers to sign about a week ago, and he just glanced at them, signed them and told me to have fun. So legally, you can harvest me anytime you want." She pulled an envelope out of her pocket. "Here."

"Oh." Twilight took the papers, and studied them. "Well, it's legit. I'll... I'll let Rainbow Dash know, so we can decide what to do with you."

"Thank you." Scootaloo looked at her. "This means a lot to me, you know."

"I know." Twilight read over the papers again, then rose. "Come on. You want to see Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle now?"

"Sure!"

"Come on then. I'll take you to the Brain Room." Taking Scootaloo to the hand, she led her down the hall, and took two jars from the shelves. Setting them on the table in the middle of the room, she pressed a button on each jar. "Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle? You there?"

"Twilight!" two voices exclaimed. Then, Apple Bloom continued. "How're you doing?"

Twilight smiled. "I'm doing fine. And I brought you a visitor." She turned to Scootaloo. "I'll be in my study when you're done, okay?"

"Okay." Scootaloo looked at the jars. "Hey, girls."

Twilight smiled as the two brains squealed in joy, and slipped out. Heading for her study, her face turned pensive as she began wondering how Rainbow Dash would react to this.

~*~

Two days later, everything was all set, as Scootaloo lay face down and completely naked on the metal table in the middle of Twilight's lab, while Twilight was checking her tools. "Now, you're absolutely sure you're ready," she told the younger girl. "I've already done the brain preservation spell, but you can still back out."

"Of course I'm sure," Scootaloo growled. "Come on, Twilight. Cut me open and turn me into... whatever it is you want to turn me into!"

"Right." Twilight selected a scalpel, then concentrated as she cast the paralysis spell on Scootaloo. "Liza, I need you now."

"Right here, Miss Twilight," Liza piped up as she dashed into the room. "What do we do first?"

"Well, you remember how we took Lightning Dust's wings a few weeks ago," Twilight told her apprentice. "We're going to do the same thing here. The only difference is, they're a lot smaller than Lightning Dust's were. They never fully developed, you know. That's why she couldn't fly like other pegasi her age." Her own wings shifted as she handed Liza the scalpel.

"Okay." Liza looked at Scootaloo, studying the other girl's back. Carefully, she pressed the scalpel against the skin, right at the edge of the joint, and began slicing into the bare flesh. Twilight watched with pride as Liza cast the sealing spell on the wound almost immediately, and then began cutting deeper until she'd reached the joint where the wing bone attached to the shoulder blade, and then selected a different scalpel to pry it loose. Once she'd gotten the wing out, she turned to the other one, and repeated the process. After both wings were out, she set them aside, and turned to Twilight. "Now what?"

"These wings need to be treated," Twilight told her. Glancing at Scootaloo, she ruffled the naked girl's hair. "While I'm doing that, you can skin Scootaloo. Keep the skin intact, just like we've been doing, okay?"

"Okay." Liza examined Scootaloo's back, and began slicing her open along the spine. Twilight watched for a minute, then carried the wings to another part of the room. Setting them on a layer of bandages set with herbs, she carefully wrapped them up, then muttered a spell. This was a variation on the spell she'd been using on the eyes she'd taken, but it took much less time to convert the flesh into its new form: a mere three days, rather than forty. Also, the altered wings would only be suitable for use as decorations now, not for the... other things Twilight had in mind for the converted eyes.

That reminds me, she thought to herself. Starlight's eyes should be ready in just a few days. She smiled. I can't wait to see how they work.

Turning back to Liza and Scootaloo, her smile grew. Her apprentice had been working much faster than she'd expected, and Scootaloo's skin (including from her head) was nearly off. In another minute, it was done, and Liza had it stretched out on its rack, just like she'd been taught.

Crossing the room, Twilight rejoined her apprentice. "Eyes next," she told Liza. "I'll hold the mirror."

Liza nodded, and set to work. Very shortly, she had the eyes out and in their jar. Another few minutes of work, and they'd stripped the flesh from her head, cut open the skull, and taken the brain out and set it in its own jar, the lights now blinking green and blue. Twilight pressed a button on the jar. "You doing okay in there, Scootaloo?"

"I'm good," Scootaloo's voice replied. "It's... different, but not so bad. Stinks that I can't move, but I'll manage."

"That's good. I'm going to take you in with the others now, okay?" She glanced at Liza. "You can start harvesting her other organs now. Save the ovaries for me."

Liza nodded, then began cutting again, while Twilight carried her jar into the hall.

Out there, she found a worried and pacing Rainbow Dash, who stopped as she saw Twilight. "Is she okay?"

Twilight chuckled. "She was a real little trooper. Handled it even better than Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle did."

"Rainbow Dash!" Scootaloo's excited voice cried from the jar.

Rainbow Dash's eyes dropped to the jar. "Hey, squirt. How you doing in there?"

"I'm good." There was a sigh. "Thank you, Rainbow Dash. For supporting me. If you'd said no..."

"Ah..." Rainbow Dash blushed. "You're my number one fan, and the closest I have to a little sister. What kind of big sister would I be if I didn't support you?"

While Scootaloo no longer had a face, Twilight and Rainbow Dash could almost hear her smiling in response. Then, Twilight handed Rainbow Dash the jar. "Here. You can take her to the Brain Room, okay? I'll let you two have some time alone together."

"Right. Thanks, Twilight." Accepting the jar, Rainbow Dash headed down the hall, leaving Twilight to re-enter her lab, where Liza had sliced open Scootaloo's belly and was examining the organs. Smiling, Twilight went to join her.

Liza glanced up as her teacher as she approached. "How are they?"

"Scootaloo's happy, and Rainbow Dash is too," Twilight replied as she studied the open body. "Pass me that liver, would you?"

Liza nodded, as she carefully extracted the large organ. "Here you go, Miss Twilight."

"Thank you, Liza."

About an hour later, the work was done. Scootaloo's organs were all in their separate jars, her skin was being treated per Rarity's instructions, her meat had mostly been wrapped up and stored in the freezer, the appropriate DNA samples were in their own chambers, her bones had been wiped clean and were laid out on another table in the lab, and Twilight was in the kitchen. Having saved some of Scootaloo's meat for this, she'd wrapped the strips of muscle around a mixture of cheese and spices, then dredged the pieces and was currently pan-frying them.

"Hey, Twilight?"

Twilight looked up to see a familiar rainbow mane at the door. "Hey, Rainbow Dash. Dinner's just about ready."

"Smells good." Rainbow Dash looked at her. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What's up?"

"Well... what do you use those eyes and ovaries for, anyway? Liza told me you were saving them from everypony you'd harvested."

Twilight smiled. "In a few days, I can show you what I'm doing with the eyes. The ovaries... well, I'm still keeping that one close to my vest right now."

"You store them in your bra?"

Twilight chuckled. "Very funny, Rainbow Dash. But seriously, I have plans for all that DNA." She turned to the pan. "We're almost done here. Hand me those plates, so I can take this up."

~*~

A short while later, the two women and Liza were sitting in the dining room, contentedly munching on their dinner.

"Mmm," Rainbow Dash moaned as she swallowed a bite. "This is really good. What'd you say it was called again?"

"Scootaloo cordon bleu," Twilight replied as she sliced a bite off her own serving. "Based on chicken cordon bleu. The Prench words mean "blue ribbon", because it's considered a prize-winning dish."

"Cool." Rainbow Dash looked at her serving, then shrugged and took another bite. "Seriously, Scootaloo is delicious. Kind of a shame we can't have her more often."

"Yes... a shame." Twilight's eyes gleamed.

Rainbow Dash looked at her oddly. "I know that look. You're planning something big, aren't you?"

"I am, but it'll be a while before Liza and I can get that part of the operation up and running." Twilight smiled mysteriously, before changing the subject. "So. We have everything set. Tomorrow, Liza and I will start converting Scootaloo's parts, and if all goes well, we should be done with everything by the end of the week. You can pick up your order then."

"Will do. You know, you never have told me just what you were going to make out of her," Rainbow Dash commented as she finished the last of her dinner.

"Oh, just a couple of things," Liza piped up. "I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."

Rainbow Dash nodded. "I'll take your word for it, kiddo. And... thanks again, Twilight. You made Scootaloo really happy when you agreed to harvest her."

"You're welcome, Rainbow Dash."

~*~

A week later, five girls and three jars were waiting in the parlor.

"Ah'm kind of surprised Twilight invited all of us here for this," Applejack remarked. "Did she tell you why?"

Had she been looking at a whole person, they would have shook their head. "She's kept this one quiet," Scootaloo's voice came from her jar's speaker. "Hasn't told me a thing, which is kind of surprising since it's my old body she's been working with. I know a little bit that was my idea, but that's all."

"She hasn't told any of us brains what it is," Apple Bloom's voice piped up. "She must really want to keep this a surprise."

Applejack patted the jar with a smile. "Guess we'll jest have to wait and see."

"Not for much longer," Twilight said as she entered the room, Liza right behind her. "Sorry to keep you waiting, girls. But the big surprise is here." She glanced into the hall. "Okay, Starlight, you can bring her in."

"Starlight?!" everypony chorused.

Twilight nodded. "Starlight."

Just then, the sound of rhythmic squeaks filled the air. Moments later, Starlight Glimmer walked in, pushing a metal trolley with a tall, sheet-covered object on it.

Immediately, five girls jumped to their feet, one diving behind the couch. "She... she..." Rarity stammered. "She's alive?"

Rainbow Dash whirled around to look at Twilight accusingly. "You told us you harvested her! We saw the skin in Rarity's shop! How is she still up and walking around?"

Twilight grinned. "That's part of my surprise. One of the books I found a while back had instructions for how to make, and I quote, a statue that may work for you. I used Starlight's bones to create the frame, attached a layer of synthetic flesh, layered in some extra spells and then added the final ingredient to activate it." She gestured to the woman with the trolley. "That's not really Starlight, it just looks like her."

The room grew quiet as they processed this.

"Whoo-ee," Applejack whistled. "That's... that's really something, Twilight."

"Indeed," Rarity commented as she approached the walking statue and began looking up and down its body. "If I hadn't been working with her skin myself, I'd swear this was the real thing. How did you make her so... life-like?"

Twilight grinned. "It's all in the eyes. Literally."

"The eyes?" Pinkie Pie looked at them. "They don't look too life-like. They look kind of glassy to me."

Twilight nodded. "Somehow, I'm not surprised you could see that, Pinkie. Behind the illusion, they are glassy. You all know that when I harvested Starlight, I took out her eyes. Just like I do with everypony else I harvest."

"Indeed," Rarity commented. "But I must admit, I found it a little... odd that they weren't among the parts you gave me."

"Especially since she could have used them," Sweetie Belle added from her jar. "She used my eyes to decorate her jewelry case, after all."

Twilight chuckled. "Sorry, Rarity. But I already had plans to use them for this." She looked at the group. "The instructions I found said that if you take the eyes from a living being, pack them in certain herbs and cast the appropriate spell on them, they'll eventually become glassy. Then, you can put them in a statue and bring it to life."

"You mean... those really are Starlight's eyes in her head?" Fluttershy's soft voice whimpered from behind the couch. "That's... creepy."

"Weird too," Rainbow Dash added, glancing at her friend. "Then again, we are talking about using pieces of a formerly living pony for something, so... I guess we passed weird a while back anyway."

Twilight shrugged. "I thought it was kind of creepy too at first. But... you know me and experimenting with magic. Besides, it's perfectly safe. One of the spells I embedded into the frame means the statue literally can't do anything unless I specifically tell it. It's a precaution so it doesn't go out of control. So you can come out from behind there, Fluttershy."

Fluttershy's head peered out over the back of the couch. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." Twilight grinned. "Come on." She helped the other girl to her feet and into a chair, then glanced at the others. "And that wasn't the only change I made to the original plans. We found a note in with the rest of the spell, and it suggested an extra step for preparing the eyes that would improve the whole effect."

Rarity quirked her head. "Oh?"

Twilight nodded. "The writer hadn't confirmed it would work when they wrote the instructions down, but Liza and I tried it anyway, and it worked out perfectly. Liza, you want to tell them?"

The small unicorn girl nodded. "There's an old legend that when someone dies, their eyes reflect the last thing they ever saw. Miss Twilight held up a mirror to Starlight's face while I took her eyes, and when we put them in the statue, they turned it into a copy of her."

Rarity's own eyes widened. "Oh my."

Twilight nodded. "I wasn't entirely sure it would work like I wanted, since we'd taken her skin off first, but as you can see, that didn't have any effect on the illusion. And best of all, we can make her look like anypony we've harvested like this. All we have to do is swap out the eyes. I have several more sets that aren't done yet, but once they're ready..."

Rarity looked thoughtful. "That is something. Er... did you treat Suri's eyes like this?"

"I did. They won't be done until next week though."

"Well, once they are... could you create another of these statues for me, and let me have Suri's eyes for it? She'd make such a wonderful model for my shop."

Twilight laughed. "I'll get right on it. But for now, I want to show you one of my other projects. Starlight, please remove the cover cloth from the items you brought in."

The ambulatory statue nodded. "As you wish." With a flourish, it did as commanded, revealing... a glittering skeleton.

Kneeling on a circular disc, Scootaloo's bones had been coated in a thin layer of orange-tinted coloring, exactly matching her skin's original shade. Her face looked upward, her mouth open in a happy smile, her arms spread wide in joy. Twilight had replicated the girl's hair atop the skull, and a pair of glass eyes sat in place of the originals. The whole form had been topped by a hawk-billed cap, which had Scootaloo's wings mounted on the sides.

Rainbow Dash's own mouth was wide with surprise as she studied the skeleton. "Twilight... this is..."

Twilight smiled. "There's a piping system that still needs to be installed, but once it's in and we put her on the base, your new rainbow fountain is all ready." She walked over and gently removed the hat, handing it to her friend. "And this is for you too. It was actually Scootaloo's idea, so you can thank her for it."

Taking the hat, Rainbow Dash put it on and smiled. "It's perfect. All of it." She patted the jar next to her. "Thanks, little buddy."

"You're welcome," Scootaloo told her.

Watching them, Twilight smiled. "I have one more surprise for you, Rainbow Dash. Liza? Do you want to get this one?"

Liza nodded, then ran out the door. Moments later, she was back with another trolley, which also had a sheet-covered object on it. This form was a lot shorter than the one Starlight had brought in though.

"We couldn't actually use all of her on just one thing," Twilight explained as she reached down to the bottom of the trolley. "Fortunately, we had enough left over that we could make a couple of gym bags." She presented the two bags to Rainbow Dash. "We used the skin from her arms and legs for these. I also worked a couple of durability and cleaning spells into the material so they'll last a very, very long time, and they'll never get dirty."

Rainbow Dash smiled as she took them. "Neat."

"And last but not least..." Twilight removed the sheet. "Voilà."

The item she'd revealed was recognizable as Scootaloo's naked body, minus the majority of its limbs. The girl's skin had been stuffed to the point where, had she not known otherwise, Rainbow Dash would have thought it was the real Scootaloo laying there. As she studied it, she saw that Twilight and Liza had sealed off the limbs in such a way that they now ended in little rounded stumps, and that her head was fully intact, save for the glass eyes Twilight had put in place of the originals.

"She's got the same durability and cleaning spells on her as your gym bags," Twilight explained. "You can use her as a pillow, as something to cuddle up with at night... or for a few other things." She winked.

Scooping up the Scootaloo pillow, Rainbow Dash hugged her. "Thank you, Twilight." Setting the pillow down, she hugged Twilight next. "All of this... it's awesome, and absolutely perfect."

"You're welcome." Twilight clapped her hands. "And now... Starlight? Cold one. For each of us."

The statue nodded. "As you wish." Reaching for her stomach, she pressed a little button, prompting the lower portion of her torso to open... revealing several bottles inside. Taking them out, she handed them to Twilight, who began passing them around.

"An extra feature I added," she explained. "Her main body cavity doubles as a mini-fridge."

"Cool." Rainbow Dash smirked as she accepted her bottle. "Literally."

When everypony present had their drinks, Twilight popped the lid off hers. "Ladies? A toast. To Scootaloo, and her sacrifice. Hear hear!"

"Hear hear!" came a chorus of voices (including from the three brain jars). Then seven bottles clinked, and seven girls drank deeply.

"Ahh..." Rainbow Dash sighed as she finished hers. "Fizzy apple cider, just the way I like it. Nice touch."

Twilight flashed her a smile. "Why, thank you."

~*~

Later that night, Rainbow Dash sat on the bed in her cloudiminium. She'd brought her new fountain home, and it currently sat in her foyer, just waiting to be installed. Her new hat and gym bags were in her closet, and the Scootaloo pillow rested in her arms. Nuzzling the pillow's face, she smiled.

"Twilight did a wonderful job with you," she told the pillow. "Now... let's try out that other use she and your original suggested."

Laying the pillow on the bed, she pulled a special belt from her night table drawer. As she snapped it into place around her waist, she smiled, fondling the small horn, once a part of Sweetie Belle, that was now attached to the outside of the belt.

And as she began sliding the horn in and out of the pillow's cunt, her moans of pleasure filled the room.

Meanwhile, back at Twilight's castle, Twilight was at the desk in her study when her ears pricked up.

"Miss Twilight?" Liza asked from where she was sitting and reading. "Is everything all right?"

"Everything's just fine, Liza," Twilight told her apprentice.

"Okay." Liza went back to her reading, and Twilight looked down at her own book with a smirk.

[i]Something tells me Rainbow Dash has just found out about that extra spell I put in her new pillow.

The one that makes it so[/i] she feels any pleasure the pillow would have, if it was a normal living being.

THE END

***
Your thoughts?

 No.4591

The Starlight Golem is taking a leaf out of Frankie from One Piece's book with the drink storage :p Another good chapter with a few nice edits. What will you be working on next? Also, have you thought about maybe doing another story? I'm fine with this one, just curious if you have any other projects in mind.

If you're interested in my stuff, I've listed them all in the Applebloom thread. If you like any of them feel free post in their respective threads-I already feel a bit bad about plugging my stuff in your thread.

 No.4593

>>4591
Quote: "The Starlight Golem is taking a leaf out of Frankie from One Piece's book with the drink storage :p"

Indeed... but also inspired by the works of one "Gairon" on deviantart. As I recall, in his "Happy to Serve You" comic series, Nemu Kurotsuchi is shown as having a mini-fridge in her stomach.

Quote: "Another good chapter with a few nice edits. What will you be working on next?"

Glad you like, and I've actually finished the next part already - "Diamond in the Lab" is coming up right after this.

Quote: "Also, have you thought about maybe doing another story? I'm fine with this one, just curious if you have any other projects in mind."

I have a partially written and plotted Equestria Girls vore story, with Sunset Shimmer as the protagonist, who enjoys eating and being eaten (she's got a permanent spell that revives those she eats). And her friends get in on the act when she admits the truth to them.

Quote: "If you're interested in my stuff, I've listed them all in the Applebloom thread. If you like any of them feel free post in their respective threads-I already feel a bit bad about plugging my stuff in your thread."

Will take a look.

And now, #5 (in in-universe chronological order):

MLP Guro series #5: "Diamond in the Lab"
- Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon's parents sell them to Twilight and Rarity for harvesting, and the two find unexpected friendships after being reduced to disembodied brains.

***
Rarity hummed contentedly as she moved around her shop. Oh, this day will be just perfect, she told herself. Perhaps not the kind of day of which I've dreamed since I was small... but still ever so exciting! She had to restrain herself from squealing in delight.

Just the other day, Filthy Rich had come into Carousel Boutique to discuss, quietly, how much he could get from her for his daughter's parts. "I really don't know what to do with her anymore," he'd confessed. "Since your sister and her friends were harvested, she's only gotten worse, and... well, I really don't think there's any chance of her changing for the better. So how much do you want for her?" Rarity had been taken aback, but had accepted his offer, and had made arrangements to accept delivery at Twilight's castle the next afternoon. Not long after, Silver Spoon's parents had come in with the same offer, but with the addition that Filthy Rich would be delivering her along with his own daughter, and Rarity had accepted this deal as well.

Checking the time, she snatched up the bag with her equipment. It was time to go harvest!

~*~

Meanwhile, over at her castle, Twilight was in the parlor, chatting rather lively with Filthy Rich.

"So you see, the spell I cast on the girls will keep their brains alive, even after it's been removed from their bodies, just like it did the others I've been harvesting," Twilight explained. "Once they're in their jars, you can come over anytime and talk to either of them if you want."

"That's very generous of you, Princess," the Earth pony man replied. "But given I'm the one who's sending Diamond here, I don't know if she'd be happy to hear from me."

"Well, that's your choice. Like I said, you're welcome to drop in any time." Twilight smiled. "Especially since you're helping support my other little project. The vats are doing well, and the first shipment should be ready for harvest and delivery within the week."

"I look forward to it, Princess." Filthy Rich bowed. "And I suspect my customers will as well. Barnyard Bargains brand Mare-Meat is sure to be a best-seller."

"Indeed it will." Twilight looked at him as he stood up. "Well, I suppose I should let you go."

"Indeed." Filthy Rich bowed. "Your highness, it has been an honor to do business with you and miss Rarity. I shall see you both again in a few days."

"Likewise." Twilight's head cocked. "Until then, Mr. Rich." She led him to the door, and watched him go.

Moments later, Rarity came rushing up. "Am I late, darling? Are they here?"

"They're here." Twilight smiled. "Let's get to work."

"Yes... let's." Rarity held up her bag. "Oh, I do hope I brought everything I need."

"I'm sure you did, Rarity. I'm sure you did." Twilight led her into the lab, where two naked, silenced girls lay on the steel tables, while Liza Doolots stood to one side, double-checking the tools and jars she'd set up. She looked up as her teacher and Rarity entered the room.

"Everything's ready, Miss Twilight!"

"Thank you, Liza." Twilight ruffled her apprentice's hair, then turned to the tables. "Well, here we are, girls."

Diamond Tiara glared at them from her table.

"Don't look at me like that," Twilight told the pink-skinned girl. "You knew your father was going to have you harvested someday. Now, it's time. And Rarity's going to be the one to cut you up, just like she did her sister."

Diamond's eyes widened before Twilight cast the paralysis spell on her, and looked at Rarity. "She's all yours. Liza and I will be in the next room over, so we don't disturb you."

"Thank you, Twilight." Rarity flashed her a smile. As Twilight and Liza rolled Silver Spoon's table out of the room, the fashionista turned back to Diamond. "Now... you're going to make a lovely pink leather jacket, my dear. And once that's ready... oh, the things I can do with the rest of you." She smiled, and then began to sing as she held up a scalpel:

"Slice by slice, cutting all around,
Making sure that every move's just right,
A little bit of magic keeps you from bleeding out,
Oh it's an absolutely wondrous sight."

The scalpel pressed into Diamond Tiara's bare flesh, and in an instant had cut a thin line down her breastbone, from collar to the bottom of her belly, and another quick slice around the top and bottom of her torso. As Rarity began cutting again, she continued to sing.

"Now we peel the skin off, and go back to the top,
To cut into the arms on either side,
Oh Diamond please don't cry, you'll soon see my dear,
The artwork I am making from your hide!"

While she couldn't make a sound anymore, on the inside, Diamond Tiara was screaming in terror.

~*~

Over in her secondary lab, Twilight was looking over her tools, then turned to Silver Spoon. Unlike her friend, she merely looked sad, and Twilight was almost hesitant to start cutting into her. Then she shook her head.

"I'm sorry about this, Silver Spoon. But a deal's a deal, and you're getting harvested." She cast the paralysis spell, then looked at Liza. "You know what to do."

Liza nodded. Setting the scalpel to Silver Spoon's arm, she cast the sealing spell and began carefully slicing the skin away. Down one side, and with careful cuts at each end, she removed the skin from the girl's arm, then did the same on the other side. Next, just like Rarity, she began slicing down Silver Spoon's breastbone, neatly bisecting her flesh. After making further cuts around her collarbone and waistline, she carefully peeled the skin away from the muscle, and set it aside. "We're making a coat out of her, just like Diamond Tiara, aren't we?" she asked Twilight.

Twilight nodded. "That's absolutely right. Now, we're going to cut around her little cunny and make a purse out of it, just like Rarity did with Sweetie Belle... and just like she's doing with Diamond Tiara right now," she added as she looked towards the other lab.

Had she been able to move, Silver Spoon's eyes would have widened in fear.

Stepping back, Twilight watched as Liza expertly cut into Silver Spoon's flesh again. Slice after careful slice, she removed the hide from the muscle, and soon had the outer layers unhooked from Silver Spoon's cervix. Holding it up in triumph, she handed the portion of flesh to Twilight, who smiled and took it over to one side of the room. "While I'm doing this, you can finish cutting the rest of the skin off her legs," she told her apprentice.

"Mm-hmm!" Liza nodded, and then began cutting once more, while Twilight began working with the skin she'd been given. While no expert seamstress like Rarity, she was more than capable of handling this particular task (especially when Rarity had shown her how to do so with another girl from Fillydelphia just a few days before). In a few minutes, she had the little purse ready, and took it over to Silver Spoon.

"See what we made from you?" she asked the younger girl. "It's lovely, isn't it? Your family's going to be so happy when they see what we've made of you." She glanced at Liza. "We need to get the rest of the skin off her head now."

Liza nodded, and the two set to work. A few minutes later, the last of the silver-skinned girl's outer flesh had been set aside, and the pair were approaching her once more, with a scalpel, a jar and a mirror in their hands.

When the second of her eyes came out, Silver Spoon inwardly sighed in relief. Now, she wouldn't have to see what they were doing to her anymore.

~*~

Back in the main lab, Rarity was busily working with the flesh she'd removed from Diamond Tiara's legs. "You know, it's ironic," she remarked. "After all the fun you had with those panties made from my sister's skin, you're going to get turned into a set as well. Two sets, actually. There's just enough here for it."

Diamond's eyes were still wide as she lay there, unable to move as Rarity continued her work.

"Now, I think we're just about done here. I've taken all of your skin, including your cute little cunny." Rarity held up the purse she'd made from Diamond's most intimate portion, and smiled. "You should be proud, you know. Not very many girls get the opportunity to become one of these, and now you and Silver Spoon are going to join their ranks. Just like my dear sister did."

Diamond said nothing.

"And now, I'm going to finish skinning you. Just imagine what it will look like, once your head is all stuffed and hanging on my wall. Your father told me I could keep it as a trophy, you know. And your little friend Silver Spoon too." She smiled. "It's too bad I can't use your eyes for something like I did Sweetie Belle's, but Twilight really, really likes using those herself. I'll let her take them once she's ready." Selecting a scalpel, she leaned down, and laid a gentle kiss on the smaller girl's lips. "Enjoy, dear." With that, she began cutting. And just as she'd pulled the last of the skin away from Diamond's head, Twilight returned, carrying a jar, mirror and scalpel.

"Hey, Rarity." Twilight gestured to Diamond's body. "Is she ready for me?"

"Very much so," Rarity told her. "See?" She held up the skin from Diamond Tiara's head.

"Good. Silver Spoon's eyes and brain are in their jars, and Liza's busy harvesting her organs, so she doesn't need any help for now." Twilight glanced at Diamond Tiara. "If you'll hold the mirror, I'll take her eyes."

"Certainly." Rarity accepted the small hand mirror from Twilight, holding it up to Diamond's face and watching, fascinated, as the other woman began carefully slipping her blade behind the first eyeball. When it was out and into its jar, she moved to the other side, and set to cutting the second eye from its socket. Once it was in the jar, Twilight set the scalpel down, held up the jar, and muttered her spell. A tiny flash of light later, and she had the lid on the jar.

"There, that's done. In forty days, we can use her eyes to animate a statue." She looked at Rarity. "Speaking of statues, how's the one of Suri I gave you doing?"

"Oh, she's a wonderful model," Rarity told her with a smile. "And she's extremely useful for fetching things when I need them."

"Good to hear it," Twilight told her. "Now, we can take Diamond's brain. We need to cut the extra flesh off her skull, and then we can cut the skull open." She pointed. "The jar's right there."

"So I see." Rarity looked down at the fleshless girl. "Do you want to cut, or shall I?"

"I'll let you do it," Twilight told her. "I'll do the skull and brain. Then we can start taking the rest of her organs. Do you want her womb?"

"Oh, absolutely." Rarity began cutting into the muscle around Diamond Tiara's head. "They make such wonderful soles."

"So I've heard." Twilight watched her friend work, and when she was done, accepted the scalpel. "I may have to try a pair made with it myself someday."

"If you ever do, you know where to get them," Rarity told her cheerfully.

A few minutes of work later, and Diamond Tiara's brain was out and in her jar, and all the lights were red. Twilight winced. "That's not good."

"Oh?"

Twilight nodded. "Her brain's screaming. She wasn't really ready for this..." She shook her head. "If she doesn't get better, she may go insane and die, like that one stallion did. Not one of mine," she added hastily at Rarity's horrified look. "It was in Fillydelphia, back before I started my operation. Starlight actually came close, but... we managed to save her. It was a close call though."

"Oh dear."

"Oh dear is right." She looked at the brain. "I've got to take care of this. Can you finish taking out the rest of her organs? And save the ovaries for me, I need the DNA for my research."

"Indeed." Rarity looked at the skinless body. "I presume you want her bones for your work too?"

"You know me well." Twilight smiled. "Liza can help you once she's finished with Silver Spoon. Her brain's doing a lot better than we expected, actually. Not up there with the Crusaders in accepting it, but she's not screaming either."

"That's good." Rarity turned to the body and began slicing the belly open. "I do hope Diamond gets better. I'm afraid I may have... gone a little far while I was cutting into her."

"I see. Well, I haven't lost a patient yet, and I'm not about to lose one now." She looked at the brain. "You hear me, Diamond Dazzle Tiara? I am not giving up on you!" With that, she marched out of the room, the brain jar in her arms, leaving Rarity and the skinless body behind.

Shaking her head, Rarity looked after them with a smile. "Oh, Twilight... you do have a way with ponies."

Then, reaching into the body cavity with a scalpel, she grimaced. "Of course, she had to leave me with this part."

~*~

Several hours later, Twilight returned to the lab. "Well, I think she's doing at least a little better," she reported. "How about you two?"

Liza gave her a thumbs-up. "Organs harvested, meat packed and in the freezer, and Miss Rarity's helping me clean the bones. We're just about done!"

"Good to hear it," Twilight told her with a smile. "Rarity?"

"Your apprentice is a wonderful little assistant," Rarity replied as she wiped down one of the smaller bones she was looking at. "If she weren't so loyal to you, I'd be tempted to steal her away for myself."

"Not a chance," Liza told her with a laugh. "I made a promise to Miss Twilight that I'd be hers forever, and I'm going to keep it."

Twilight's eyes glistened for a moment, then she shook her head. "I'm happy to hear that, Liza." She glanced past them. "And how are you doing, Silver Spoon?"

The brain jar on the counter, its lights glowing various shades of pink, hesitated before a scared-sounding voice came from its speakers. "I... I'm okay, I think." It hesitated. "Maybe you should let me talk to Diamond. I am her best friend, maybe I can help her."

Twilight shrugged. "It can't hurt. By the way, if I scared you while I was harvesting you, I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I deserved that." The jar was quiet. "And this. I really, really shouldn't have let Diamond talk me into... into some of the stuff I did. But she was my first and only real friend, I didn't want to lose her."

"I understand." Twilight picked up the jar. "Come on, I'll take you to her."

"Thank you," the jar told her.

"You're welcome."

~*~

Two days, and then two weeks, passed. During that time, Twilight spent a lot of time in her Brain Room, watching over the newest additions to her collection. Meanwhile, Rarity finished the jackets she'd started, and they and the other items she and Twilight had made from the two girls went on display in her shop. They sold quickly, much to her delight, and for a good price. She also re-sold the outfit made from Sweetie Belle - Filthy Rich had sold the entire set back to her the day after his daughter and Silver Spoon went under the knife.

And at the end of the second week, he finally returned to Twilight's castle.

"Mr. Rich!" Twilight happily greeted him. "Here for the next meat shipment? It's ready."

"That would be nice, especially since we sold out of our first order within hours." The Earth Pony man looked at her. "Your steaks were especially fast sellers. And thank you for setting a couple aside for my wife and I. They were delicious!"

"I'm glad you liked them," Twilight told him. "And... you're really here about Diamond Tiara, aren't you."

"I am." Filthy Rich hesitated. "Is... is she all right?"

Twilight smiled. "She's doing just wonderful. Let me show you."

As the two approached the brain room, she gestured toward the window, and pointed in. "At first, she... wasn't happy. At all. She was scared, and upset... but just look at those lights."

Filthy Rich looked through the window, at five jars sitting on the table, their lights all blinking green and blue. "I take it that's a good thing."

"Very much so." Twilight looked at them. "The jars monitor how the brains are doing, and the colors indicate how well they are. Green and blue are signs of happiness and contentment, which is the best possible thing for them."

"Oh good." Filthy Rich looked at the brains again. "Those jars... one of them has my daughter, I take it. Who are the others?"

"The Crusaders and Silver Spoon." Twilight smiled happily. "Those three... after all the times your daughter harassed them, you'd think they wouldn't want anything to do with her. But when they found out she'd been harvested, and that she wasn't taking it well, they reached out to her. They invited her to be their friend. It took a little while, but she accepted it. And now, she's happier than she's been in years." She sighed. "I know it was hard for you... but really, losing her body is the best thing that's ever happened to her."

"I see." Filthy Rich smiled. "Thank you for taking care of her, Twilight. She may have been... well, a pain, but she was still my only child, and I really didn't want to do this to her. But now that I have, and it's helped her so much... I can rest a little easier."

"I'm glad I could help," Twilight told him. "So. While you're here... can I interest you in dinner with Liza and I? I have a couple of Applejack steaks I can throw on the grill."

"That would be lovely, Princess. Thank you."

THE END.

***
At least part of this were inspired by one of TheVisitorBlack's posts in the Furry board's "Alteration Thread". (Specifically, the third post in it.) The original "Sweetie Belle's Gift" was also a direct inspiration for how to handle things.

Rarity's songs were inspired by a mix of "Art of the Dress" and "This Day Aria". (As were the lines at the start.)

I've tried to include a little more detail in the guro section, while still mixing it up somewhat this time around - hope I succeeded.

Also, this marks the in-universe debut of Twilight's vat-grown mare meat business: renewable sources of free-grown flesh, cloned from various ponies, that can be harvested and sold for everyday consumption. (The "whole clones" part is coming later.)

Next up - "The Silence of the Sirens", in which Adagio Dazzle and Aria Blaze get harvested, and Sonata Dusk has a much happier ending. (What can I say, I like her.)

 No.4594

>>4593
Arrrgh... Forgot to type my handle in before I hit submit last time. So in case there was any question - yes, that last post was me.

 No.4595

Well those are all nice stories. But they are... how to say it... dry? They don't have any real juicy parts and its just "cut this cut that" " eat meat kids!". Don't get me wrong it was enjoyable, but it lack something kinki in it. If i could change something in those stories then i would add more sex/y and stuff. Who wouldn't want to eat a juicy pussy/ass out of a grill? Get a stallion to make a mare death less painful by fucking her. Or who wouldn't wish to fuck himself or just check they own dead body? (like Derpy in her new body checking her old one). Those are just suggestions. But im going ahead of myself. 1st i should have asked you if you are writing just a stories fixed over one subject without aiming for making them into clopfics. OR are you trying to make a a grimdark clopfic or something mixed in between. (recommended reading headlessrainbow stories on fimfiction. or if we talk canibalism - https://aryion.com/g4/view/324782 )

 No.4596

>>4595
>headless_rainbow
...if you're into extreme sadism, newborn torture and snuff, *unborn* torture and stuff, and in general, at the risk of abusing the word, *evil*.

>"What about Princess Luna?" asked Twilight, "She's going to find out sooner or later. What would you do then?"

>
>"What do you think I'd do?" asked Celestia, "I'll give you three guesses."
>
>"But she's [your] sister..." said Twilight, "I thought you loved her."
>
>"Oh but I do, dear Twilight," said Celestia, "That's what would make murdering her such an intense experience."

(Admittedly, I haven't read all the stories in this set, but what I've seen they don't seem to be quite on the same level. Of course, maybe that's your complaint.)

 No.4597

>>4596
Oh no, no, no. This is a children's bedtime story in comparison with headlessrainbow stories. And i think i have lose myself in that last comment. All i was trying to say its that he gets very repetitive in those and adding a bit of sex and maybe soft necro would add something new to them. As of now i have read 3,5 of Bizarre stories and as much as they are good they lack any clop material. True maybe they are not supposed to BE clopfics but then what are they? And all the good parts (like cutting of SB pussy by Rarity) are made super short with very short descriptions and i think those moments are the culmination of the story so i would prefer to read more about that then about something else.

 No.4598

>>4595
>>4596
Let me just say this now:

I hate grimdark stuff. Bloody violence disturbs me; torture for the sake of torture (especially of the graphic kind that landed several films on the "Video Nasties" list - that is, a list of films which were banned from video distribution in certain parts of the world in the 70s, 80s and 90s, due to scenes of graphic violence) turns me off.

These facts are a big part of why my characters use spells to seal the wounds (something I am very glad Dokariss included in their Sweetie Belle story, as it inspired my use of the same thing) and why they keep talking like nothing's wrong during the scenes of vivisection. The contrast keeps things interesting. (Also, in-universe, it helps to keep the harvestee calm, at least somewhat. Unless they're harvesting someone as punishment - then they make some of their comments to get the idea that it is a punishment through the victim's head.)

The closest I will come to straight torture is when I get to Trixie's story and they take the guy who was trying to arrest her on trumped-up charges, and start cooking him alive. (Oh, the look on his face when they slap his dick on a hot grill while it's still attached to him... I think that will be the most painful scene I'll ever write.)

On the other end of the spectrum, I like reading about a girl's willing sacrifice. (Part of why I like several of TheVisitorBlack's fics, like "Hotaru's Greatest Gift", "Apple Roasted Rainbow" or "Mimi's Cooking Show Presents!".)

I like scenes that imply and/or confirm that the victim will survive the whole experience and, potentially, get to do it again at some point (and the second half of that aspect will play a larger role when I get around to doing my Sunset vore story).

I like reading and writing about creative use of human meat in cooking, from whole roasting to dishes made from the victim's flesh. (As long as it stays in the realm of fantasy. Though use of real cooking methods - roasting, grilling, boiling, etc. - is fine. There's a series called "Dolcett CA", and the related "The Society of Lilith", where they use creative methods of cooking women.)

I like my porn to have a plot. (No, not the unusual euphemism, though that is also a part of such works - wink wink, nudge nudge.) Mindless sex and violence aren't that entertaining. Hence the worldbuilding I've been doing.

I like fics with incest. It's a fetish of mine, which is part of why Twilight started sleeping with her adoptive daughter after Liza turned eighteen, and why Dinky was so eager to hop into her mother's bed when she came of age. And the Applejack/Big Macintosh pairing that was shown in Apple Bloom's story? That's going to be a factor in a later story.

I like same-sex (well, female same-sex) pairings. Which will also be involved in this series. (Twilight's never been with a man - all of her lovers are women. Of the rest of her closest friends, Applejack is the only one whose permanent lover is male. The rest prefer their own gender.)

And while there are some... slightly creepy aspects to the whole situation (which I actually lampshaded back when the Starlight golem was introduced), the idea that cutting someone up like this is a normal part of everyday life, and the contrast between that and life as we know it, makes for an interesting story.

All of these ideas are, and always have been, a major part of the guro and/or cannibalism writing I've done. They feature in a lot of what I prefer to read and view. And they will continue to be a part of this series (and any others) as long as I'm writing for them.

Now, I'm off to go write about Twilight and Liza harvesting Adagio Dazzle and Aria Blaze of the Sirens. I've already written the setup for the story - now we're into the actual guro scenes. Adagio's getting her wings/fins cut out! (Insert evil grin here.) And yes, I will try to include more details as to how they're carving her (and later Aria) up. (I'll admit, that's something of my weak point when it comes to writing these stories, though hopefully I'm improving.)

 No.4607

>>4598
Well thats a good explanation. And i'm ok with it. As i say, it was just suggestions. If they dont fit into your likings than it's ok. All i can say is that you should think about some new situations to put the girls in so it won't be so repetitive . Also i didn't say anything about making it into torture all i was interested is maybe a bit more focus on the victim/volonteri body. I just like necro and playing around wits bodies so i tried to suggest it. Like lets say - a mare transferred from her body to a new one wishing to play around with her old body before they harvest it for organs or meat. :P

 No.4611

>>4607
Quote: "I just like necro and playing around with bodies so i tried to suggest it."

Technically, there is some in one of the stories - specifically, Rainbow Dash having sex with the Scootaloo body-pillow. (And feeling the same sensations it would, were it alive.)

I am trying to remedy the whole "same thing every time" aspect... of the sixteen stories currently planned (including the two that others wrote before I started my own versions, and the five I've already completed here), nine are currently set to revolve around vivisection, while the other seven more will feature... other things. And there's always a chance that more ideas will come up that also fit in the second category. I just need to be inspired sufficiently to develop them.

 No.4619

Thought this was maybe my favourite chapter yet, with your every-increasing attention to detail. Well done, hope you keep on improving. And that was an interesting breakdown of your likes and dislikes-they largely mirror mine. Have you read JestInPieces stuff? He's pretty much the benchmark for detailed, non-fatal, non-painful guro.

I think your workrate and planning is insanely high, blown away by your ability to produce content as such a rate.

 No.4625

>>4619
Quote: "Thought this was maybe my favourite chapter yet, with your every-increasing attention to detail. Well done, hope you keep on improving."

Glad you like, and I too hope I keep improving. (Though given the next chapter will be my fourth straight - internal timeline-wise, at least - of vivisection, I'm having a little difficulty keeping it different enough from its predecessors, while still having an accurate description of how things go.)

Quote: "And that was an interesting breakdown of your likes and dislikes-they largely mirror mine."

Really? Wow. Glad I'm not the only one.

Quote: "Have you read JestInPieces stuff? He's pretty much the benchmark for detailed, non-fatal, non-painful guro."

Can't say I have off the top of my head, but I'll take a look at it. (I know he has a few things on the front page now.)

Quote: "I think your workrate and planning is insanely high, blown away by your ability to produce content as such a rate."

Outlines and planning are my specialty, but sometimes I get so caught up in them that I can't quite convert the idea into actual prose. I've been doing some actual, non-guro writing this past year under a different handle though, and that's helped.

As for this fic, I'm currently working on two separate chapters, and I have a third I need to fit in between them (just to do something different - still guro, but not outright vivisection), so hopefully I'll have the first of those up soon. It all depends on how the inspiration flows. Then there are six more planned stories (and maybe a couple more in between if I think of something), before we get back to the "Ten years later" era and Derpy's part in the story. I'm half-tempted to make the entire series (including the Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom chapters that preceded mine) 26 chapters long, just as most seasons of MLP itself were 26 episodes long, before wrapping it up and moving on to my Sunset vore story. But we shall see.

Off to write, and hopefully expand what I've got with Aria and Adagio's time in the lab...

 No.4675

#06: "The Silence of the Sirens"
- The Siren trio of Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk have finally been tracked down and arrested for their crimes. While a truly repentant Sonata is pardoned, the other two are sentenced to harvesting at the hands of Twilight and her apprentice.

***
Bzzz. Bzzz.

Princess Twilight Sparkle blinked as she looked up from the stack of reports she was reading. "Now who in the world would be dropping by at this hour?"

Casting her eyes around, she suddenly noticed a glowing book on the corner of her desk. Emblazoned with an emblem of the sun, it was the source of the noise, and her face brightened. "Of course! That's not the doorbell, it's Sunset!" Snatching up the book, she eagerly began to read her friend's latest letter.

Dear Princess Twilight,

Long time no write. It's been a quiet six months in this world since the Friendship Games last spring. No magical upheavals, no mysterious enemies popping out of the ether, no major friendship problems, and the other Twilight is doing great - she's really come out of her shell since she and the other Shadowbolts all transferred to CHS. And boy did that come as a surprise - I half-expected Twilight to switch schools, but those other five following her? That came out of nowhere! I guess that in their own way, they're just as loyal as Rainbow Dash.

Sci-Twi, as we've nicknamed her, has even gone on a couple of dates since she came here. (Not with Flash - he understands that she isn't you, and is content with just being one of her friends.) I'm kind of surprised that she and Sugarcoat hooked up like that, but you know what they say about it taking all kinds. Sugarcoat insists that it's not romantic - she's just spending time with a friend. I'm not sure if she's in denial, or what. Though I have seen her eyeing Big Macintosh. Make of that what you will.

Another of the Shadowbolts has also found a partner... or two. There are these two girls here, Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody, and everyone knows they're a couple even if they don't publicly admit it (kind of like Lyra and her "best friend Bon-Bon"). But lately, they've been inviting Lemon Zest, the one with the lime-green hair, to hang out with them. They actually make a cute trio, so I'm happy for them.

Romantic developments aside, there's one major thing you should know about: we finally managed to track down the Sirens again. They may not have their magic anymore, but in their own way, they're still dangerous... though not as dangerous as they'd like to think. Aria and Adagio got caught stirring up trouble at some nightclub, and the local police arrested them. They're down at the local station until someone bails them out. The third Siren, Sonata Dusk, actually came to me to ask if I could do something about it. She knows about you being from Equestria, and figured maybe you could help them. And I think she's right.

Twilight... can you please come here, and take Aria and Adagio home with you? Maybe once they're back in Equestria, you can do something to help them with their attitude problems. Even if it's the same kind of "help" you gave Starlight Glimmer. (I'm still kind of freaked out about that, by the way. I don't hold it against you though. I'm just glad I changed my ways in plenty of time to avoid it happening to me. No offense intended.)

Oh, and Sonata's already said she'd happily go back too, to face whatever punishment you might have in mind. But go easy on her, will you? Of these three, she's the only one who seems to genuinely regret the trouble they caused.

Your friend,
Sunset Shimmer

P.S.: I told the girls about Liza, and they can't wait to meet her (and neither can I, for that matter). Maybe you could bring her over to visit sometime. Pinkie's especially eager to throw her a "Hooray you're our friend's student slash daughter" party.

Twilight read over the letter again, and smiled. "I'll see what I can do for them, Sunset. I promise."

Setting the journal aside, she took up a fresh sheet of paper, and began writing a letter of her own... to Princess Celestia.

~*~

Two days later, Sunset Shimmer stood in front of Canterlot High School, waiting for Twilight and reflecting.

A long time had passed since she'd originally fled through the portal from Equestria, driven by a lust for the power she felt she was being denied. She'd been very lucky to wind up in a world where the locals were so similar to her own - aside from lacking horns and wings, they looked exactly the same as the pony-men and women of Equestria. The lack of magic, on the other hand... that had been the real shocker. But she'd worked past it.

Eventually, Sunset had briefly returned to Equestria... where she'd stolen a magical artifact belonging to that world's newest Alicorn princess, and had returned to the other side. Princess Twilight had followed her, eventually reclaiming her crown and showing Sunset the wonders of friendship, something that she'd disdained for so long. Then, a few months later, the reformed Unicorn girl and her six friends had called Princess Twilight back to the world of CHS to help them defeat the Sirens, three beings banished from Equestria long ago for their crimes. After losing their powers in battle with Twilight, Sunset and their friends, the trio of Adagio Dazzle, Aria Blaze and Sonata Dusk had fled from their intended victims, managing to escape into the crowds of humans that populated this world.

Most recently, just six months ago, another magical disaster had nearly overcome CHS again. This time, Twilight's human counterpart had been at the heart of events, driven by a desire to understand the magic that had leaked into their world the night of Sunset's transformation into a "raging she-demon". Manipulated by her school's principal, she'd accidentally absorbed a great deal of magic and been driven mad by the power, which changed her into a monstrous form. Seeing a dark reflection of herself in the other girl, Sunset had managed to talk her down and restored the damage she'd done to CHS and its grounds.

Shortly after that, Princess Twilight had passed through the portal to meet her counterpart, and had quietly told Sunset about the changes that had happened in Equestrian society since her last visit, including her new duties as a keeper of disembodied brains... many of which she'd personally taken from the skulls of condemned criminals, or from those who'd willingly surrendered their bodies, letting their skins, bones and organs be turned into clothing and other goods. Sunset had initially been horrified by the idea, but had since come to accept it. Especially since Twilight had promised that Sunset herself was in no danger of being harvested for her past crimes, due to her genuine repentance.

Yet here I am, about to deliver three girls to that very same fate, she thought to herself, looking over at Principal Celestia's car. The three Sirens were sitting in the back seat, their hands bound to prevent an attempted escape as they waited to be returned to their native world. Sunset turned from them back to the portal and sighed.

I just hope I'm really doing the right thing, she thought as she shook her head. And may my friends forgive me when they find out about it.

Just then, the portal glowed, and Princess Twilight stepped out, followed by a handful of tall, stern-looking men: royal guards from Equestria. "Hey, Sunset. How's it going?"

Sunset smiled sadly at her friend. "I've been better. Twilight... are you really sure this is the right thing to do?"

Twilight hugged her. "It'll be okay, Sunset. It's not like they're going to die or anything. They'll still be alive, just... reduced. And there's always a chance, if they earn it, that we could put them back in new bodies later. I've actually been working on a way to do just that."

"All right. Then... they're over there."

Twilight's eyes drifted over to the car. "Thank you. Guards!"

The men who'd followed her snapped to attention, and went over to the car. When they came back, each of them was leading one of the three girls. Adagio Dazzle, the bushy-haired and golden-skinned Siren, glared at Twilight and Sunset as she walked past them and into the portal. Aria Blaze, the short-tempered girl in violet, had the same look on her face, while the perky, blue-skinned Sonata Dusk just looked downcast. Twilight watched each of them step through the portal, then sighed. "I'd better get back. I'll see you again soon, Sunset."

"See you again soon, Twilight." Sunset watched as Twilight vanished through the portal, then walked over to Principal Celestia's car. As she got into the front seat, the tall, elegant woman looked at her.

"It'll be all right, Sunset. It'll be all right."

"I hope so." Sunset looked at the counterpart to her former mentor. "And... thank you."

"You're welcome."

~*~

Back in Equestria (and her castle's lab), Twilight had dismissed the guards and was now studying the three Sirens, their wrists still bound as they sat on three metal tables. "Now. Are you three absolutely sure there's no way I can persuade you to behave yourselves?"

Adagio glared. "Whatever it is you're going to do to us, Sparkle, get it over with. We're monsters, in case you've forgotten."

Twilight shook her head. "Nobody is a monster, Adagio. Nobody is beyond redemption. Even if they need a... time-out for a while." Her horn glowed. "And that's exactly what you're about to get."

Then, in a whirl of magic, she lifted Adagio into the air and telekinetically stripped the girl completely naked. Another spell, and she'd bound the Siren to the table, utterly paralyzed from the neck down.

"You know, you're not the first pony I've had in exactly this position," Twilight remarked as she stood over the nude girl. "Did they ever tell you what I did to Starlight Glimmer, or to Lightning Dust or Suri Polomare?"

Adagio glared. "Never heard of them. Don't care."

"Well, you should. I took those girls... and I butchered them." Her eyes gleamed. "My apprentice and I effectively flayed them alive. We harvested their organs. I watched as my apprentice cut the eyes from Starlight's face. I made her my prisoner, right here in this castle. She's just a brain in a jar now, still alive but unable to move, or do anything but sit there and think about what she'd done to deserve such a fate. And now, we're going to do the same thing to you. You and Aria both."

"Wha-what about me?" Sonata asked tearfully from where she was sitting.

Twilight turned to look at her. "Sunset vouched for you, Sonata. Swear to me that you'll behave yourself, and I'll let you go. Swear it and mean it. And the same goes for the two of you," she added as she looked at the other two Sirens. "If you truly intend to change for the better... you can keep your bodies."

Adagio's glare intensified. "Drop dead."

From her table, Aria nodded. "We're Sirens. Our kind used to fight horrors from the deep that were older than Celestia, and we never once surrendered to them. We're not about to give in to you now."

"Your choice." Twilight looked at the last Siren. "Sonata..."

Sonata sniffed, and held out her wrists. "I promise to behave, Princess. Pinkie promise, even. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."

Twilight looked at her strangely. "How did you..."

Sonata shrugged. "Word gets around. I know how sacred that kind of promise is to you. And I swear, I'll never break it. Never in-"

"FOREVER!" Pinkie Pie yelled as her head popped out of one of the cabinets.

Twilight raised an eyebrow. "Pinkie..."

"Sorry, Twilight." Pinkie pulled herself out of the cabinet, and pulled a confused Liza out behind her, the smaller girl racing to her mentor's side as Pinkie turned to her target. "Come on, Sunny-nota! I'll get you some cupcakes."

As she dragged Sonata out of the room, the blue Siren looked at Twilight and Liza as if to say Help me!

Twilight shrugged, and her horn glowed, releasing Sonata from her bonds. "Have fun, you two. And Pinkie?"

"Yes, Twilight?"

"Go easy on her."

"Okie-dokie-loki!" In a moment, the pink pony-girl and Sonata were gone, leaving Twilight to turn back to the remaining two Sirens. Selecting a scalpel from the tray of instruments, she approached Adagio.

"Now, where were we..."

Adagio, her eyes now wide, looked at her captor. "I don't know whether to be more scared for me, or Sonata."

"You," Liza told her as she cast the last binding spell on the older girl, and one on Aria, stripping her naked and forcing her into a face-down position (but still angled so she could see what was happening to her friend) for good measure. "Definitely you."

Aria could only watch in fascinated horror as Twilight flipped Adagio over and began to cut into the flesh on the other girl's back, carefully slicing around the base of the wing-like fin that grew from her left shoulder blade.

"You know," Twilight told them as she continued to cut into the flesh, "I've never had any of- ah, there we go- these to work with." She held up the now severed fin-wing. "Not quite sure what they'll be good for. Maybe my friend Rarity could turn them into something." Taking up the scalpel again and looking at the second fin-wing, she glanced at Liza. "You can start on Aria if you want, you know."

Liza nodded eagerly. Humming softly, she began cutting into the purple-skinned Siren's back (and quickly casting the sealing spell to avoid bleed-out) even as Twilight continued to do the same with Adagio. When all four wings were out, they flipped the girls back over.

"Now," Twilight mused as she looked at Adagio, "What should I cut off next?"

"How about the skin from their legs?" Liza piped up. "You could make some really good boots out of it."

Twilight looked at her apprentice with a smile. "You know, I could. I never did get to make boots out of Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon - Rarity wanted the skin off their legs for other things." She rubbed her hands together. "Thank you for the idea, Liza."

Liza grinned before she began doing as she'd suggested, with Twilight following suit. "You know, you are really going to be a hit with Rarity's customers," she told the paralyzed Siren. "She doesn't get to make too many pairs of boots for her shop, so she'll be delighted when I send yours to her. And those cunt-purses she creates sometimes... those are big hits too. I think we'll use you and Aria to make a couple of those. They'll be the only two Siren-skin cunt purses in existence, and they'll be worth a fortune."

Adagio couldn't say a word in response, but her eyes told Twilight exactly what she was thinking: GET ME OUTTA HERE! Twilight, however, just shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Adagio. You could have behaved yourself. You could have settled for human food, like Sonata did, but you insisted on trying to drain energy from people, and your greed got the better of you. And you never showed any sign of regret over it. Now, after all the trouble you caused..." Twilight smirked as she kneeled over her patient. "It's time to pay the piper."

Had she still been capable of it, Adagio would have screamed as the scalpel pierced her flesh.

On the far side of the room, Liza had finished slicing the skin off Aria's legs, and had laid it out to rest. Now, she was working on cutting away the outer layer around the Siren's cunt. "Your skin here is so soft," she told the older girl. "It's going to make a wonderful purse, you know. Ah, there it goes." She held up the freed skin, and set her scalpel aside as she snagged a needle and thread with her magic. "I'm no Rarity, but I can still make one of these. I watched Miss Twilight do it with Silver Spoon's, and I remember exactly how she did it." She fell silent as she concentrated on her sewing, and soon had it finished, holding it up for inspection. "See? It's lovely, isn't it? Especially because it was made from you."

Aria could see the purse from where she was still laying. It does look good, she had to admit to herself. Then, she mentally shook herself. What am I saying?! I'm complimenting something made by the girl who's slowly killing me!

"And now..." Liza lifted her scalpel. "Time to get the rest of this skin off you." The blade flashed as she began to cut into Aria again.

A few minutes passed as teacher and apprentice continued their work, and finally, Twilight looked down at the completely skinned Adagio. "There. You're all done. Liza, you finished yet?"

"Just about... there!" Liza held up the skin from Aria's head. "That's the last of it, Miss Twilight!"

"Good." Twilight looked down at Adagio. "Let's do their eyes now, and then I'll take these skins in the other room to start tanning. The jars are right over there."

Liza nodded, and grabbed one of the jars. "Adagio first?"

"Yep." Twilight held up the mirror. "You know the drill."

Liza grinned. "Or in this case, the knife."

Twilight chuckled as her apprentice began working the knife into Adagio's eye socket, and finally cut the eye loose. Another moment on the other side, and the two eyes were out and in their jar. Twilight muttered her spell over it, then walked over to Aria. "Your turn," she told the skinless Siren. "Ready, Liza?"

The smaller girl nodded, and set to work once more. She soon had Aria's eyes out, and set the jar aside. "You ever think we'll have too many of these for your golem?"

Twilight chuckled. "Liza, there will never be too many sets of eyes for my collection, especially once I've made a few more bodies to use them in. So, shall we take their brains next?"

Liza held up the scalpel. "I'll start cutting."

~*~

A few hours later, Twilight was contentedly humming as she treated the skins she and Liza had taken, and glanced over at the two newest brain jars on her shelves. The lights were a mix of pink and purple, signifying that while the two were still upset, they were working their way toward acceptance of their situation. They took this a lot better than I expected, she thought to herself. Finally, satisfied with her work, she returned to the lab. "How's it going, Liza?"

"Great!" her apprentice told her. "I'm almost done cleaning the bones. Everything else is done. So, what are we having for dinner?"

Twilight grinned mischievously. "In honor of our two newest guests, I was thinking soft-wrap fish tacos."

Liza looked up at her mentor, eyes wide, then the two began laughing.

"Seriously though, you did a wonderful job as always in there," Twilight told her as she pulled the smaller girl in for a hug. "I'm so proud of you, Liza."

Liza smiled up at her. "Thanks, Miss Twilight."

Twilight hugged her again, then glanced at the jars of organs and eyes still on the counter. "Meat all packaged up?"

"You know it."

"Good. I'll get started in the kitchen. Pinkie and Sonata are joining us too, so I'm making several servings."

"Is... is Sonata going to be happy, since we're eating her friends?" Liza asked hesitantly.

Twilight nodded. "I already checked with her. She said it was okay. I think she was kind of looking forward to having a taste, actually."

"All right." Liza turned back to the bones. "Be there as soon as I can!"

Twilight ruffled her apprentice's hair, then left, smiling.

~*~

Another hour later, three girls were sitting in the castle dining room.

"Dinner's ready!" Twilight announced as she entered, carrying a tray. "Two for each of us, one from each of our... newest residents."

"Yum yum," her guests and student said as she handed the plates around. As soon as she got hers, Sonata dug in with relish, moaning in delight.

"Mmm..." Her eyes widened. "WOW! I never knew we were so tasty! This is really good!"

Twilight laughed. "I'm glad you like it. There's a few more in there for each of us, if you want seconds."

"Absolutely!" Sonata grinned. "You know, you're a really good cook."

"Thank you." Twilight beamed. "I've really improved since Spike moved out. And it's a good thing too, otherwise I'd be eating out all the time, and you know what that would do to my waistline."

Pinkie glanced at her. "No, actually. What would it do?"

Twilight looked at her friend and sighed. "Oh, nothing important, Pinkie." She picked up her first taco and began munching contentedly. "Mm. You were right, Sonata. They are tasty."

Sonata grinned as she finished her first one. "Twilight? If we're having Aria and Adagio for dinner... why don't you have me for dessert?"

Twilight looked at her contemplatively. "You know, that sounds like a really good idea."

"Ooh! Can I have dessert too?" Pinkie asked, bouncing up and down in her seat.

Twilight laughed. "Why not?"

Liza looked at them. "Is this the kind of dessert I can't have until I'm eighteen?"

"Yes," Twilight replied. "Eight... well, it's almost seven years now. That's how long you still have to wait before you can have this kind of dessert."

Liza pouted. "Okay... but when the time comes, I want you there for it!"

"I will be," Twilight told her. "I promise."

Liza smiled shyly, then turned back to her plate as the conversation turned to other things.

~*~

After dinner, Twilight led Pinkie and Sonata to her bedroom, while Liza disappeared into her own room, clearly disappointed she couldn't join them. Hard to believe she's almost eleven, given she's already dreaming about having sex, Twilight thought to herself. How the time flies.

"Say, Twilight?" Sonata asked as she began stripping. "Just how many girls have you had in here?"

"Not many," Twilight commented. "Rarity and I... celebrated privately after we harvested Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. And Rainbow Dash has spent a few nights with me too. She's even brought her Scootaloo pillow a few times since I gave it to her. Now that was fun."

"Yeah!" Pinkie agreed. "Really fun!"

Twilight raised an eyebrow. "You too, huh?"

"Yup! Dashie invited me over to party with Scoota-pillow one night..." Pinkie's eyes brightened. "She's so soft and cuddly. Kind of makes me wish I had one."

"If I find a willing girl, I'll make one for you," Twilight told her as she finished stripping and climbed into the bed. "Now..." Eyeing Sonata, she smiled. "I want a taste of your little taco."

Sonata giggled, and then began moaning happily as Twilight plunged her face between the other girl's legs and started slurping away. Moments later, she found herself laying back as another pair of legs positioned themselves directly above her face, and eagerly buried her own tongue in the warm folds between them. And based on Pinkie's happy noises, she was doing it very well.

Some time later, the three girls were laying side by side, Twilight in the middle with Pinkie on her left and Sonata on her right. Smiling as the two cuddled up to her in their sleep, Twilight laid a gentle kiss on each of their foreheads, before closing her eyes. Sweet dreams, girls.

THE END
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So... here we go. A mix of world-building, guro, cannibalism and pure sex. Next time, we mix things up a bit, as Twilight and Sonata return to the other world to bring Sunset and Sonata back together... then, we have "Crusaders United" and the harvesting of Babs Seed.

This has actually been finished for a few days, but I was hoping to get another few chapters done before I put it up. Computer difficulties and a sudden burst of inspiration on another story altered those plans though. Chapters 7 ("Friends On the Other Side", which will have plenty of sex but no planned guro yet) and 8 ("Crusaders United", where Babs shows up and gets harvested) are partially done; chapter 9, "Meating Out Justice" (introducing Trixie Lulamoon into the story as an ally and recurring character), is actually finished at this point, but I want to get the other two done and posted before I put that one up.

 No.5019

After about a month of no real inspiration, I'm back. Story #7, "Friends on the Other Side", is... on hold for the moment. (It doesn't involve any real guro anyway, just sex.) The key plot developments in that story: Sonata's back in the world of CHS, living with Sunset Shimmer (now her girlfriend), and Applejack is about five weeks pregnant with her brother's baby.

(Timeline notes: there was about a week between #6 and #7; conception occurs the night before #7 starts; its outline ends about a month later with Twilight confirming Applejack is pregnant, and this story picks up a week after that.)

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#8: "Crusaders United"
- Babs Seed learns what's happened to her favorite cousin and her friends, and volunteers to join them in Twilight's Brain Room.
- Tags: Nothing that hasn't been seen in previous installments of this story.

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Knock knock

Applejack's ears twitched as she heard someone at the door. "Coming!" the tall mare called. Setting her rolling pin aside, she left the kitchen, heading for the front door. And there, she had quite a surprise.

"Babs? When'd you get into town?"

The young teen grinned. "Just this mornin'. I've been sending letters, but they never got answered. An' since Apple Bloom usually writes back right away, I got kinda worried and figured I'd come pay her a visit in person, see what's up. Where is she, anyway?"

Applejack felt her heart wrench. "Babs... why don't you come in an' sit down. There's something I gotta tell you."

A little while later, the two girls were in the living room, where Applejack heaved a sigh. "Babs... have you heard about these fillies who get... harvested, havin' their parts made into clothes and such?"

"Well... yeah." Babs cocked her head. "One of my classmates got volunteered for it. We got to watch 'em skin her alive, then they cut out her brain and cooked the rest of her right in front of us. She was tasty too."

"Er... good. Babs... about Apple Bloom..."

Babs looked at her older cousin. "She got harvested, didn't she?"

"I... yeah. She offered, and since we were havin' such a bad year with the farm, we couldn't exactly say no." Applejack pointed to a bowl on the table. "That's her skull, or at least part of it. Cut the top off her myself, and after her brain came out, we decided to use it for this."

Babs examined it. "Cool. Sorry she's gone, but... she's in a better place now, isn't she?"

Applejack let out a bark of laughter. "Better place? Yeah, you could say that. You know about Princess Twilight and her castle here, right?"

"Yeah... they said she'd get my classmate's brain after they cut it out. Said she had some way of keepin' brains alive." Babs blinked. "You sayin' she's got Apple Bloom's brain too?"

"Eeyup. An' so are Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, and those other fillies you met - Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. They're all alive an' well in there, an' they're all good friends now too."

"Really?" Babs blinked, then her face hardened. "I want to see them."

"You sure?"

"Absitively posilutely."

"All right... we'll go this afternoon. Jest let me finish up in the kitchen first."

"Sure thing."

As Applejack headed for the kitchen and the dough she'd been preparing (she was planning a shepherd's pie for dinner, ironically made with cloned Apple Bloom meat that Twilight had recently given the family - she'd managed to save enough of the girl that she could use in the cloning vats for her mare-meat business), she sighed, rubbing her stomach. I've a feeling I know where this is goin', she thought to herself.

~*~

An hour later, Babs stood in Twilight's Brain Room, awed. "So this is where you've been hiding," she told the second brain on the shelf.

If brains could blush, Apple Bloom's would have. "Yeah... sorry I didn't tell you sooner, Babs. I didn't exactly think about writing you before I volunteered."

Babs shrugged. "No biggie. I'm just glad you're all right in there. So, what was it like, bein' harvested?"

"Well..."

As the two cousins talked, Applejack and Twilight watched them with a smile. "I'm glad Babs is taking this well," Twilight told her friend. "Not everypony reacts well when they find out a relative's been harvested."

"No kiddin'. I remember that girl from Canterlot that came down here a while back - what was her name, Toola-Roola? She freaked when she found out you'd harvested her sister."

"Yeah..." Twilight sighed. "But Strawberry Surprise did volunteer, and she was a consenting adult." She gestured toward one shelf. "She was cute, you know."

"No kiddin'. I thought you two were on a date when I saw you together that night."

"Technically, we were. She wanted to have one last night of fun before getting harvested. I wish I'd had more than one night to really get to know her, if you know what I mean."

Applejack raised an eyebrow. "The same way you got to know me the night... this happened?" She glanced at her stomach.

"Exactly." Twilight smiled. "You're going to make a great mom, Applejack."

"I hope you're right, Twilight."

Just then, Babs came up to them. "Hey, cousin AJ? Princess Twilight?"

Twilight looked at her. "Yes, Babs?"

"Can you... er... harvest me?"

The two women exchanged looks. "We can..." Twilight said slowly. "But with your age, you'd need your parents' permission."

"Not a problem. I'd been thinkin' about volunteerin' for a couple of months anyway, an' finally asked 'em. They said yes. Part of why I came here was to let my favorite cousin know, so we could say goodbye." Babs shrugged. "Ironic the way that worked out, isn't it?"

"Yes. Yes, it is." Twilight looked at Applejack, then back at Babs. "Tell you what. Come over tomorrow morning, and Applejack and I will harvest you. That sound good?"

"Works for me." Babs looked at her cousin. "So, since I've got one night left, what's for dinner?"

Applejack smiled. "Oh, just a little Apple family surprise."

"Sounds tasty." Babs grinned.

"You have no idea, little cuz."

~*~

The next morning, a naked Babs sat on the table in Twilight's lab, looking interested as Twilight checked over her tray of surgical instruments one more time. "So, that's what youse going to cut me up with?"

Twilight nodded. "I've got the process down to a science, you know. Just ask your friends in the other room. I personally worked on three of them, and that's not even counting the adult ponies I've harvested for breaking the law or because they volunteered like you did."

Babs grinned. "Sounds like fun. Let's do it. An' since you're taking my skin first, you want me on my front or back?"

"Face down, please," Twilight told her. As the filly did as directed, Twilight glanced at Applejack and gestured. "Scalpel."

Applejack handed her the tool, and watched as Twilight cut into the girl's skin (casting the anti-bleeding and paralysis spells as she did - she'd already cast the brain preservation spell when Babs first came in). Expertly slicing down the spine, then making a cut around the edge of Babs' neck, she began peeling the flesh away from the muscle.

As her friend worked, Applejack glanced around. "Say, Twi? Where's Liza, anyway? She's normally here for this kind of thing."

"Over at Sugarcube Corner," Twilight replied as she made another slice. "Somepony's having a big to-do, and ordered a fancy cake centerpiece and a lot of sheet cakes to be served. Pinkie needed an assistant to help her with them, and Liza was happy to lend a hand."

"Ah." Applejack nodded, and looked down as Twilight finished the last slice around Babs' upper leg, and began peeling the skin away from the girl's rear. "So, what're you going to do with my little cousin, anyway?"

"Well, Pinkie asked me a while back if she could have a pillow like the one we made from Scootaloo. I think Babs would do nicely for that, wouldn't you?"

"She sure would," Applejack nodded approvingly. "An' I suppose you'll be adding her eyes and ovaries to your collection."

"Absolutely. Plus her DNA for the meat vats. Filthy Rich is going to be thrilled."

"I'll bet he is. How many of those do you have running now?"

"With Babs, at least two dozen now. All six of us have donated, you know. Plus Sunset, Sonata... your sister and her friends too, and some of the ponies I've harvested. Plus a few I haven't. Did you know Maud came by last week to lend a sample?"

"I never knew she was in town then, actually," Applejack told her as she moved to help Twilight flip Babs back over so she could finish skinning the girl. Seeing the happy expression on her little cousin's face, she smiled, and stood back to watch as Twilight finished the job, setting the skin aside and beginning work on Babs' head.

"Oh, she was," Twilight told her as she worked. "Apparently, Pinkie told her about everything going on here and decided that if her favorite sister was going to sell her meat, she would too."

"Huh. Guess that makes sense."

Twilight nodded. "And speaking of Pinkie, she's going to be so happy with you," she told Babs as she finished stripping the skin off her skull, exposing the muscle tissue underneath. "Time to take your eyes. Applejack, I need the mirror."

Applejack held it up to Babs' face as Twilight carefully cut the optical nerves and popped the eyes out of the girls' head, then whispered her spell and set the now enchanted orbs into their jar. Mirror set aside, Applejack glanced back at the girls' face, and was surprised. "She's still smiling, you know."

Twilight smiled. "That's a good sign. Are you ready to help me with the brain?"

Applejack nodded. Working together, the two girls removed the flesh from the top of the skull, then carefully cut through the exposed bone. Extracting the brain, they set it in the jar, and Twilight, after making sure all the connections were set, pressed a button. "How are you doing in there, Babs?"

"Youse really know what you're doing," Babs' voice replied. "My old classmate, she was scared an' freakin' out when they did this to her. I barely felt a thing. That's the way it's supposed to be, right?"

"It is," Twilight told her. "You were willing, which really makes a difference. I guess your classmate wasn't?"

"Not entirely," Babs admitted. "Me, I wanted it. Ivy Drop had a choice: she could get skinned and cooked at school, or her parents would have her done for some party they were throwin'. She picked school, because at least then she wouldn't wind up on display for a bunch of people afterward."

Twilight's eyes narrowed. "I see." She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them. "Well. We still need to harvest the rest of your organs, then we'll take you to the Brain Room, all right?"

"Youse gots it." Babs' jar fell silent as Twilight turned back to her body, and finished skinning the arms and legs, then turned to Applejack. "Can you get the organs out? I need to contact somepony."

"Will do." Applejack set to work as Twilight left the room, and shook her head. She had a feeling the Brain Room was going to get a few more residents soon, and that they wouldn't be happy about it.

~*~

Several hours later, six ponies sat around the table in Twilight's dining room, contentedly munching on the steaks Twilight had cut from Babs' body and grilled.

"So, you'll get your pillow in about a week," Twilight told Pinkie. "She'll have all the same spells on her as Scootaloo."

Pinkie grinned. "Thanks, Twilight! I can't wait to try her out!"

"And the bones will all go to your family," Twilight told Granny Smith. "Applejack already turned her skull into a bowl to go with the one she made from Apple Bloom, as you can see." She gestured to the skull sitting on the table, which had been filled with fruit to serve as a centerpiece. "I'm sure she and Mac will find uses for the rest of her skeleton."

"Ah appreciate that," Granny replied. "An' we get the other pieces of her skin too, the ones you don't need for yer little stuffed pillow-doll?"

"Absolutely," Twilight told her. "The leather will be ready in just a day or so, then you can do whatever you want with it."

"Well, if'n Applejack don't mind, I'll turn it into somethin' for the youngin to use when they come along."

Applejack blushed. "Aww, Granny..."

"Mind you, I'm still not entirely happy with you gettin' knocked up like that," the older pony-woman told her. "But family sticks together, even in cases like this. Besides, how can I get mad at you an' Mac for makin' sure I get to see at least one of my great-grandchildren?"

The two siblings blushed, and Twilight smiled, then turned back to her dinner, tucking a forkful of Babs into her cheek. Next to her, she could tell Liza was enjoying the other girl's meat just as much.

Yum, Twilight thought to herself. I'll have to sent Babs' parents a thank-you letter for letting me be the one to harvest her.

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I have the feeling this could probably be improved, but I'm not entirely sure how.

Trivia: Toola-Roola and Strawberry Surprise, the two I name-dropped above, were a couple of G3 ponies sold in a promo two-pack.

Tweaks on this story (if anyone has any suggestions for improvements) will be next, and #9, "Meating Out Justice", is all but ready. After that, the next ones planned are "Sugar in Your Castle" and "Gift of the Moondancer".

 No.5201

#09: "Meating Out Justice" (the spelling is intentional)
- Trixie Lulamoon returns to Ponyville, pursued by a corrupt sheriff from a town full of Earth Pony supremacists. Intent on bringing her in (for the "crime" of being a unicorn), he soon discovers what happens when you get on the bad side of someone who's acquainted with an Alicorn Princess... you wind up on her menu!

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Sneak sneak

Sneak sneak

The blue unicorn woman frowned as she looked at the apple trees she was slipping past. Trixie was sure Ponyville was around these parts. Could she have possibly gotten that... lost... "Eep!"

The cause of her sudden exclamation was a hand on her shoulder, and she spun around to find herself facing a tall, Earth Pony man in a red coat and orange hair. He looked vaguely familiar to her.

"Pardon me, miss, but is there a reason you're sneaking around our farm?"

"Oh! I... erhem. Trixie apologizes, but she was trying to find Ponyville. Is that near here?"

Big McIntosh raised his eyebrows. "Eeyup. Sweet Apple Acres is on one end of Ponyville. The rest of the town's that way." He pointed.

"Thank you, kind sir. Trixie is very happy to know she's headed the right way. Now if only Princess Twilight would deign to speak with her..." she muttered under her breath.

"If'n you're looking for Princess Twilight," Mac told her, "She's up in the farmhouse with my sister. I'll take her there if you promise not to cause any trouble like the last time you came through."

"Oh, absolutely! Trixie has had quite enough of trouble, and would happily avoid it!" She blushed. "Unfortunately, trouble has not yet had enough of Trixie, and is looking for her as we speak. Which is why she desires to speak with Princess Twilight, so as to solve this problem."

Mac regarded her. "Then come on this way." Taking her hand, he led her out of the orchards, across some rather lengthy fields and toward a large house. "They're inside. I gotta get back to work." Leaving her on the porch, he headed back toward the orchards. After a moment, Trixie knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" a familiar voice called.

"Erm... if Princess Twilight is there, Trixie Lulamoon would like to see her, please."

The door practically flew open as the lavender Alicorn woman rushed through, pulling her into a hug. "Trixie! I'm so glad to see you again! It's been so long - since before I got these," she added, gesturing to her wings. "Come on in!"

"Trixie thanks you," Trixie told her with a smile. "So, may Trixie ask what brings you out here today?"

Twilight laughed as they entered the house. "Just checking up on one of my closest friends who lives here. She didn't feel like coming into town."

"Oh? Why... not..." Trixie stared as she saw the blonde Earth Pony woman sitting in a chair, one hand on her round belly. "I see."

"Howdy, Trixie." Applejack did not look amused. "So, what brings you back to Ponyville?"

"It is a... long story," Trixie sighed. "If I may ask... how long have you been expecting?"

"About three months. Six more to go. An' mah family expects me to spend most of that time sittin' around like some kind of invalid." Applejack fixed her with a look. "So... yer story?"

Trixie sighed, found a seat, and began to explain.

Apparently, after her second and most recent departure from Ponyville, she'd gone back on the road and continued her usual magic show. However, in the process, she'd run afoul of an Earth Pony village, where the locals were extremely prejudiced against unicorns and pegasi. They had been furious when Trixie had dared to set foot in their town, and even more furious when she had rescued a young unicorn foal - the daughter of a pegasus from another town nearby - from the nearby forest. Apparently, the filly had gotten lost there a few days earlier, and upon discovering that nopony from the village had done anything about it, Trixie had immediately gone after the child and had successfully brought them back, alive and unharmed.

"The sheriff, of course, promptly tried to have Trixie arrested on kidnapping charges, and a few other things. Trixie left town, returned the foal to her family, and has been on the run ever since," Trixie sighed. "He has a network of contacts around Equestria, and has been sending them messages to get the law on Trixie in pretty much every small town he can. Claiming she is a fugitive from justice, a thief, a con-artist and worse. Trixie is... quite tired of all this, and was hoping you could do something about it."

Twilight frowned. "Just how long has this been going on?"

"About a year."

At that, Twilight's eyes widened, and then she began to grin evilly. "In which case, he's broken a lot more laws than he's accusing you of... and that puts him under my special jurisdiction."

Trixie looked at her oddly. "What, exactly, do you mean?"

As Twilight began to explain, the expression on Trixie's face went from confused, to wide-eyed, to even more wide-eyed, to relief, and finally to satisfaction. "That... would suit Trixie just fine." She grinned. "Can Trixie watch?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

~*~

A few days later, Twilight Sparkle entered her lab, where a tall Earth Pony man, completely naked, lay on the metal table. "Hello, Sheriff."

Sheriff Green Cave looked up at her. "Your highness... why am I here? I've heard about this place, and what you do. It's for lawbreakers and volunteers. I'm neither, so why am I here?"

"You know why, Sheriff. You've been charged with dereliction of duty, for abandoning your post for most of a year. Libel. Slander. Swearing out false arrest warrants and filing false charges. Exercising your civil authority outside your jurisdiction. Harassment of a private citizen - somepony I consider a friend, no less. And child endangerment, for refusing to try and find a young foal who was lost in a nearby forest... all because she was just a unicorn." Twilight glared at him. "That last one alone is enough to get you on my bad side. And since you know what happens here, I'm sure you can guess what's about to happen to you."

The Earth Pony man looked at her in horror. "You... you wouldn't! I am an officer of the law-"

"Who broke that law, willfully and repeatedly, all for his own interests." Twilight began examining a scalpel. "It no longer protects you. Liza?"

Liza Doolots, Twilight's young apprentice, entered the room. "Yes, Miss Twilight?"

"We're going to do things a little differently with this one," Twilight told her. "No skinning him, no taking his eyes... I am going to put the protection spell on his brain, but that's so he'll live through what we're doing to him. And the sealing spell too. Oh, and we're going to have a visitor watching us. Trixie?"

Trixie stepped out of the darkened corner, a satisfied smirk on her face. "You rang?"

"I think you'd enjoy seeing what happens here, and afterward," Twilight told her. "And maybe you could hold a few jars for us."

"Trixie would be most happy to assist." Trixie crossed the room, and looked at the now terrified and former sheriff. "Hello, former Sheriff Cave."

The man's shout was cut off when Twilight magically silenced and paralyzed him, then looked at his lower abdomen. With a well-practiced slice, she slit him open, and began cutting to either side, revealing his organs. "Jars."

"Jars," Trixie and Liza told her simultaneously, each holding out one.

Twilight looked at them and grinned as she began removing organs from the man's body.

~*~

A little while later, the former sheriff was being wheeled into the kitchen.

"The grill's over here," Twilight told Trixie. "And we've got the holding rig all set up. Just need to bind him in place." A glimmer of magic, and she had Cave hanging from the ceiling, bound by his wrists and ankles.

"Now..." Twilight grinned. "We need somepony to get him... erect. I'm not going to do it, and I doubt you want to touch him that way, Trixie. Liza's underage, so she's not an option. That leaves just one pony." She clapped her hands. "Oh, Starlight!"

A moment later, an ambulatory statue in the form of a tall Unicorn woman entered the room. "Yes, mistress?"

"I need you to get his dick erect," Twilight told her. "Hands, mouth, whichever you choose."

"As you wish, mistress." Starlight bent down and began rubbing the man's penis, which swiftly grew into an erection. Satisfied, she began sucking him to full alertness, then looked at Twilight. "Is this good?"

"Perfect," Twilight told her. "Now... you see that grill?"

"Yes."

"Put it on there."

"Yes, mistress." With a swift motion, the automaton flung the erect dick and balls down against the hot metal. Had he been capable of it, Cave would have screamed in agony at the sudden pain. Twilight, her arm around Trixie, watched him cooking with a smirk.

"Keep it moving, so he broils evenly," she told Starlight. "We don't want him to burn."

"Yes, mistress." The automaton continued doing as she was told, and finally looked up. "He's ready."

"Good." Twilight levitated Cave off the grill, leaving Starlight to shut it off, then set him into a large roasting pan nearby. "Liza. Stuffing?"

"Ready!" the smaller girl announced, holding a large bowl.

"Trixie, would you care to help me with him?"

"Trixie would be very happy to help." The blue unicorn-woman looked down at the former sheriff with a grin. "Oh, he's going to be so tasty."

"I know." Twilight grinned. "Well, let's do it." Taking handfuls of stuffing, she set them into the open cavity, as Trixie joined in. After a few minutes, Twilight called for a break.

"Need to get this in there," she told Trixie, holding up a stone oval. "These stones are enchanted. They'll help him cook from the inside out, while the oven cooks from the outside in." Nestling it into the pile of stuffing, she nodded, satisfied. "Okay, let's get the rest in."

Within minutes, they had Cave fully stuffed, and Twilight began sewing him up. "Next, a little barbecue sauce..."

"A little barbecue sauce!" Liza piped up as she handed over the bowl. Twilight took it, and offered Trixie the brush, who took it with a grin and began slathering it all over Cave's body. When she was done, she looked at Twilight expectantly.

"Just the apple in the mouth, and he's ready to go," Twilight told her as she popped the fruit into Cave's mouth. "Now, into the oven with you," she told him, levitating the pan. "See you in a few hours."

Cave could say nothing as Twilight closed the oven door after him, then turned to Trixie. "Well, that was fun. We have a few hours to spare, so... care to join me for another kind of fun?"

Trixie blushed. "Trixie would be honored."

Grinning as she fondled the other woman's behind, Twilight led her toward her room, before looking back toward the kitchen. "Oh, Starlight, you can go back to your quarters now. And Liza, keep an eye on the oven, please."

"Okay!" Liza called as the automaton exited the room, leaving Liza and Cave alone.

Looking at the roasting man, the smaller girl shook her head. "You messed up big this time," she told him. "Miss Twilight hasn't cooked anypony alive since that one group of child-predators, not long after I got here. She really hates ponies like that."

Picking up her book, she settled in to read for a few hours.

~*~

"Mm-mm!" Trixie grinned in delight. "For a bigoted fool, he is delicious!"

Twilight smiled as she cut off a piece of her own serving. "He certainly is," she told the other woman. "Liza?"

Liza grinned as she forked up the last piece of grilled dick. "Yum. Thanks for letting me have some, Miss Twilight."

"You're welcome, Liza." Twilight looked at the roasted man on the table. After taking him out of the oven, she had personally cut his dick from his body and cut it into three sections. She had also cut out his testicles, and sliced each of them into three pieces, one for each of the trio who would be eating him. After that, she'd carved plenty of other meat from his body, and the girls had helped themselves.

And best of all, Cave was still alive, still watching them. The spell Twilight had put on his brain ensured that.

"So," Trixie asked as she finished the last of the meat on her plate. "What's for dessert?"

"Pinkie sent over a cake," Twilight told her. "And no, it's not one of the twins, or their parents. A regular cake. Shaped like Pinkie herself, but still a regular cake."

"Sounds yummy," Trixie told her with a grin. "I can't wait to get a taste of her."

"Trust me, she's wonderful," Twilight replied, with a smug grin of her own. "Just as sweet as her name."

Trixie looked surprised, then laughed. "Oh, I can't wait to hear this."

Twilight smiled, then began telling her story. Even as Liza carried Cave out of the room and began cutting into his head to remove and store his brain, she could still hear it.

"So," Twilight concluded, "Pinkie looked at me and pointed to Sonata, and said 'Waiter, there's a fish in this pie!'"

Trixie burst out laughing. "Oh, Twilight... you do bring such joy into Trixie's life."

"I'm glad to do it, Trixie. I'm glad to do it."

"And you're glad to do me as well."

"Oh, you!" The two girls kept laughing, as Liza stood in the doorway, watching them and smiling.

THE END
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And here we have it: the first male shown being harvested. Directly inspired by some of the other cannibal art I've seen in the past, and by a certain non-guro MLP fanfic I happen to like. (Character names and a couple of details have been changed - I didn't exactly ask the original author if I could use their work as a basis for mine, so I made it enough different to hopefully not cause any trouble.)

Also, I actually finished this one before its two immediate predecessors.

Next up: barring unforeseen inspiration, "Sugar in Your Castle". (Which, as of this posting, I have yet to do any writing for. Inspiration has been elsewhere.)

 No.5731

Bumping for preservation. And yes, one of these days I'll get back to this series.

 No.6848

Since the thread for "Sweetie Belle's Gift" by Dokariss has apparently vanished... and in order to keep this thread going (some one of these days, I AM going to get back to it), here's my backup copy of that story:

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"Sweetie Belle's Gift"; by Dokariss
Hey everyone! Here's my new story. MLP universe but the ponies are women with skin the color of their cartoon's counterparts. Unicorn girls have cute little horns and the Pegasus ones have wings. Now on to the fun!




Sweetie Belle woke up with a start. The young girl looked around in a panic as her sleep addled brain tried to figure out what had scared her. She was alone in her room and the soft morning light dispelled the remains of her fright. “Why did I...” The small beauty wondered before she heard it again.

“Booooohooooohooooo...” Gently floated up from downstairs.

Sweetie Bell chuckled to herself. The sound of her sister’s crying sounded just like a ghostly moan when you did not know what you were listening to. “Wait a minute! Sis is crying!” The unicorn exclaimed as she launched out of bed, not even bothering to change out of her PJs.

The young girl padded to the staircase to look for danger but just saw Rarity reclining on her favorite sofa, eating huge scoops of ice cream between long dejected moans. The little girl didn't know what to do. When her big sister got into one those moods, nothing short of a miracle could shake her out of it. That, or if someone could give the diva what she was whining about.

Sweetie Belle leaned on the stair’s railing to try to get an idea of what the problem was. For most people, it would have been impossible to decipher anything from the half phrases and sobs but this was not the young girl’s first rodeo. After a moment of concentration, the small unicorn understood that her big sister wanted a new purse. One of those vagina clutches that had become popular recently.

Sweetie Belle shuddered a little. She could not understand why those things were so popular. The young girl thought they looked weird and were so insanely expensive that almost nobody could get one. She knew she could never buy one for Rarity so, with no real way for her to help the sobbing diva, the unicorn walked back to her room, picking up a few magazines in passing since she would have to wait out the deluge going on downstairs.

The prepubescent girl flopped on her bed and started leafing through the pages. She was not as into fashion as her beloved sister but she still enjoyed looking at the pretty models showing off the latest haute couture.

As she was about to close this magazine and grab another, the little girl spotted one of those clutches. She stared at it for a while, trying to divine the attraction but still didn't get it. In the corner of the page, was a small photo of the girl who had provided the organ for the accessory. “She’s really pretty. I wonder why she gave up her cunny.” Sweetie Belle wondered aloud, giggling at saying the naughty word.

Her laughter slowly faded away as she stared first at the accessory then at the smiling girl’s small photo. “I wonder how much it hurts to get your... place... removed.” Sweetie Belle asked herself, not willing to use the naughty word again so soon. Rarity’s birthday was coming up and while the woman was always happy with her little sister’s gifts, she always seemed more happy with the thought than the actual present.

With a confusing heat building in her virgin pussy, the small girl imagined how happy her beloved sister would be if she gave her her puss to turn into a clutch. The child rubbed her legs together to try to scratch the itch that had developed between them but she did not seem to be able to quite get it.

The young girl got an idea and jumped off her bed before struggling out of all her clothes. Naked as the day she was born, she walked to her full length mirror and looked at herself. Her long flowing mane of purple and pink hair fell all the way to the middle of her back, the curls making her look cute as a button. She had no muscle tone at all, not like her two friends, but she was not fat either, just... Curvy? If she looked at herself from the right angle, she could see the little swells on her chest that she hoped would one day develop to be as big as her sister’s double Ds. She ran a hand on her bald pussy, examining it at length but she could not get a good view.

The prepubescent beauty lost her focus for a bit and struck a couple of posses, giggling again at her more risque ones before remembering what she wanted to do and walked to her dresser to pick up a hand held mirror. “When you live with Rarity, one thing you’ll never run out of is mirrors.” She remarked to herself as she set the small reflective item down and squatted over it.

Sweetie Belle could now get a good view at her nether region. She looked at the pink gash that stood out against her alabaster skin. “It’s just a line... What if I do this?” The little girl wondered as she reached down and spread herself with her fingers, exposing more pink flesh and her tight entrance. “It’s so tiny... What would you even be able to put in there?” The unicorn asked aloud as she touched the glistening pink flesh. “Then again, Rarity’s purses are usually only the size of her hand so this should be around the right size.” She remembered with a grin.

As she continued touching her pussy, thinking about her big sister’s happy face as she painfully took that part away, Sweetie Belle realized that there was liquid on her fingers. “Oh geeze! I peed!” The blushing young girl misunderstood as she rushed to the bathroom.

After using the facility, the little unicorn stepped into the hallway and once again clearly heard Rarity’s sobs. The sounds were like a knife in the young girl’s heart and she made her decision right there. After all, it would make her sister ecstatic and while it would no doubt be painful, it was not life threatening.

Sweetie Belle walked downstairs like she was on a mission, still completely naked, until she stood in front of the wailing diva. “Don’t cry sis. I know your birthday is still in a week but I have your present right here for you.” The cute girl said with a flourish. The gesture was meant to highlight the tiny girl’s prepubescent vagina but to the tear blinded woman, it seemed like her little sister had gestured to her whole body.

“What do you mean?” Rarity asked between sniffles, the thought of a gift lifting her spirit a little.

When it was time to say it, Sweetie Belle suddenly felt too shy and simply pointed at one of the strewn magazines. Rarity glanced over but inadvertently looked at the wrong one. The diva looked at the page advertising the wonders of girl leather and that everything on a woman could be turned into something beautiful. “You would do that for me?” The buxom woman exclaimed. “No! No... I cannot accept...” Rarity said in a tone that would let anybody know that she really, really wanted to say yes.

Sweetie Belle beamed. Her sister was beside herself with glee at her gift. “I will not accept no for an answer. I decided to give this to you and I mean it.” The little girl declared, squirming a little when a vivid image of Rarity cutting out her girl parts flashed through her head. Wondering why that image made her whole body feel warm, the young unicorn shook her head and looked the woman in front of her in the eyes to show she meant business.

Rarity searched her little sister’s eyes for any sign of weakness or regret, but when she could find none, she sprang out of the cushions and grabbed the little girl, twirling her around the room as they both laughed before bringing her close for a hug. “This is a great big sacrifice you are making for me. I will remember this gift forever.” The drop dead gorgeous woman vowed, kissing her little sister’s horn.

Sweetie Belle barely had time to enjoy the warmth of the hug before Rarity burst into a whirlwind of motions. Clothes and money were shoved in the young girl’s hands and she barely had time to dress before her big sister had dragged her out the house.

When they got to the spa, Rarity gave her a page of paper with all the treatments she would take before shoving the little unicorn in the building. Sweetie Belle heard her say something about getting a book from Twilight before she disappeared around a corner.

Shrugging her shoulders, the prepubescent girl smiled at the woman’s energy and went to the receptionist. What followed was a storm of weird activities. She was pummeled into paste by what was called a deep tissue massage, then thrown into a bathtub full of bubbling mud and left to simmer, she was then wrapped in seaweed and slathered with a bunch of nice smelling oils before getting shoved into a room full of steam, when she thought she was going to die from the heat, she was taken out and unwrapped to finally have one good thing happen, a nice and slow massage.

As she enjoyed the afterglow of her massage, Sweetie Belle, a big fluffy towel wrapped around her naked body, was languidly walking back to the locker room to redress when the spa’s door burst open and Rarity walked in, her nose buried into a book.

“Hey sis! I’ll be ready to go in just a minute.” The young girl greeted as she waved with the hand that was not busy holding the towel.

Sweetie Belle was a little perplexed when her big sister did not respond. Instead, Rarity’s horn glowed as she distractedly hovered a handful of gems to the spa girls, never looking up from the tome. The two girls thanked the fashionista for the huge tip but that too fell on deaf ears.

Sweetie Belle shook her head in amusement. When her sister got in the zone, everything else faded in the background. Still chucking, the small beauty started walking toward the locker room when her body was encased in Rarity’s magic.

“Ah there you are Sweetie Belle. Let us go. I have a lot of work to do before the day’s end.” The well dressed woman said as she exited the establishment, dragging the floating girl with her magic.

The young girl was so shocked at what was happening that she immediately lost her grip on the towel. As she was dragged out the door, she tried using her own magic to grab the piece of fluffy cloth but the doors slammed shut before she could get a grip.

Quickly huddling in the fetal position as she tried to hide as much as possible, Sweetie Belle squeaked, “Rarity! Stop! I’m naked!”

While the cry did not pierce her big sister’s trance, it did make sure that everyone in sound radius turned to look. The little girl could feel herself blushing deep crimson as all the eyes on the busy street bore into her. The young child did not know why, but she was growing hotter and hotter as her sister dragged her around. It felt like the stares were hands, caressing her body as they looked at it.

The confused prepubescent girl did not know what was going on but it was kind of the same feeling she had experienced when she had offered her cunny to her sister to be used as a purse. Thinking about the place between her legs made the little girl glance down at it, inadvertently opening her legs a little and giving some passersby a great view of her bald snatch, and thought that she had started to pee herself again when she noticed the few drops of moisture drip out.

The poor girl was knocked out of this latest shame when she heard a very familiar laugh. “Oh no...” Sweetie Belle sighed, slapping a hand on her face in dejection, exposing a cute puffy nipple to the leering crowd. “Not them...”

“What’s going on, Sweetie Belle? You wanted to make sure we all remembered that you were still a blank flank?” Diamond Tiara shouted, no doubt trying to get even more people to look.

“Maybe she wanted to show us that she’s blank there too!” Silver spoon added, pointing between the floating girl’s spread legs.

Sweetie Belle slammed her knees together and resumed her fetal position. The pink and purple headed girl tried to think of anything to say but knew it was hopeless. Giving up, the young girl decided to just bear it but the cruel laugh bore into her and seemed to stoke the fire that was building in there. That was something she had noticed before. Whenever those two girls made fun of her and her friends, the little girl’s cunny always felt warm. When she had asked her friends if they had had the same feeling, they had both looked at her like she was insane so she had never brought it up again.

Before long, Rarity’s long strides left the two cackling girls in the dust but the damage was done. Sweetie Belle slid a hand to her dripping gash to try to hide the mess and the other hand was hiding her red face, once again exposing her little developing tits to the happy crowd. A few minutes later, her hand covered with juices, Sweetie Belle finally spotted her sister’s shop. The young girl had never been so happy to see the cute boutique.

Rarity stepped in, the door opening and closing with her magic, before gently dropping her little sister on one of her big workbench. She placed the book down and finally looked up from it. The fashionista did a doubletake when she noticed her little sister huddling, naked, on her desk.

“Sweetie Belle! Where in Equestria are your clothes!” The diva exclaimed, bringing a hand to her mouth in shock.

“I tried to tell you! I did not have time to dress before you picked me up.” The young girl whined, tears starting to flow as the weight of the last few minutes crashed down on her.

“I am so sorry Sweetie!” Rarity exclaimed, wrapping the crying girl into a warm hug.

Sweetie Belle sobbed for a minute before the love she felt radiating from her big sister dried her tears. The little girl did not immediately let go though, enjoying being nestled between the woman’s big breasts. After a while, the young girl noticed that the heat in her loins was starting to dim and while she was still unsure what it was, she knew she wanted more of it and was starting to realize how to get it.

Pushing out of her sister’s embrace, the prepubescent child leaned back and opened her legs a little. “K. I am ready to give you my cunny now.” Sweetie Belle offered in a shy voice. The offer and the knowledge of the pain to follow worked wonders, making the heat in her belly turn to an inferno.

Rarity blushed at the innocent, yet sexy, display. She then noticed, with some shock, that her little sister’s pussy was dripping with arousal. The fashionista managed to recover quickly and gave the little girl a motherly smile. “Very well. Let us start then.”

Sweetie Belle expected knives to come out but was surprised when the beautiful woman started undressing. The little girl’s eyes were glued to her sister’s body as piece after piece of clothing were removed and stored. She had seen glimpses of Rarity’s body before of course but being allowed to stare at it was something different. The child looked on in envy as her sister’s large breasts bounced into view, the nice curve of her body, leading to her tiny waist before flaring again at her hips, and of course, the woman’s grown up puss which, to her amusement, had it’s pubes shaved into a gem shape.

When Rarity was done undressing, she gently pushed the little girl down and straddled her head in the 69 position. “I am going to do something that will feel really good but will hurt a little at at some point. If this small amount of pain is too much, you’ll still have the chance to change your mind before we do something that can’t be undone. You understand?” She asked in a reassuring tone.

When the little girl nodded, too busy staring at the mature sex hovering over her to speak, Rarity started gently caressing the virgin’s pussy. Smiling at the little gasps that this elicited from the young girl, the diva, knowing that there was no need for foreplay since her little sister was already drenched, started inserting her long fingers into the unspoiled gash.

Sweetie Belle could not help moaning when she felt something push inside her. She had never thought of doing something like that and cursed herself for it. The little girl opened her legs as wide as possible, giving her big sister as much space as she wanted. Looking up between moans, the child stared again at the woman’s puss. If she had to do a comparison, she would say that her’s was a bud while this one was a blooming flower. After another round of moans and shivers from her sis’ dextrous fingers, she decided that she should contribute.

Rarity let out a surprised moan when she felt a hand spread her pussy and tiny fingers enter her. The fashionista was a little ashamed when she realized how wet she had gotten from playing with her little sister. Deciding to up the ante, she brought her head down and started licking the little girl’s clit.

“What are you doing!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed. Then with a blush, she added, “I keep peeing myself. Don’t put your mouth there.”

Rarity quickly put two and two together when she remembered her own confusion when she was young and, suppressing a chuckle, reassured the little girl. “Don’t worry Sweetie, this is not pee. It’s lubrication because your body is ready for sex. It’s perfectly normal.”

Sweetie Belle let out a sigh of relief. Truth be told, she had been a little grossed out that her big sis had also seemed to have peed herself. The strange liquid identified, the young girl resumed plunging her fingers in the pretty puss above her.

Shaking her head in amusement, Rarity continued stimulating the prebubecent slit under her until she could hear the her little sister was almost at her limit. When Sweetie Belle started cumming, the diva rammed her long fingers home, tearing right through the young girl’s maidenhood.

Sweetie Belle felt really weird, the hot feeling was invading her whole body and she could not focus on anything, her fingers barely moving anymore. Then, when she felt teeth gently biting down on her little clitty, the heat exploded and she saw stars as she had her first orgasm. As she was writhing around, in what she thought was the highest pleasure to be had, she felt a sharp pain in her cunny that catapulted her into nirvana.

While her little sister recovered from her mind shattering orgasm, Rarity kept pumping her fingers, making sure to get every last piece of hymen and enjoying making the young girl spasm.

The fashionista got off the bench and went to wash her hands and face. She so hated dirtying her body but this time had been for a good cause. When she came back, Sweetie Belle was looking at her like a godess. “You’ve now experienced pleasure and some pain. Are you sure you still want to do this?” She asked, doing her best to hide her trepidation and failing miserably.

Sweetie Belle’s brain was still foggy from her first orgasm but tried to focus. She thought about the question for a bit. If she did this, she would never feel this pleasure again since she would lose the required equipment. She knew that it would crush her big sis if she backed out now but she could not deny that she wanted more of this pleasure. That’s when a queer thought entered her mind. The fact that she would give all that future happiness to give a gift to her big sister made the heat come back with a vengeance. Thinking that everyone else in Ponyville would get to have fun with their genitals, from her friends, all the way to Diamond Tiara, while she would never get to experience that pleasure again made the decision for her.

“I still want to go through with it,” the little girl declared, moaning a little at the flood of pleasure she got from submitting.

Rarity clapped her hands in glee and rushed to the book. “Very well. Now lie down and relax while I put a couple of spells on you to help,” she explained as her horn already started glowing.

When her little sister obeyed, the diva concentrated on the difficult spells, a little sweat beading on her brow. After the twin bursts of power, the woman slumped on a chair to regain her breath. “How Twilight manages to cast all those crazy spells without a care in the world, I’ll never know,” she complained.

Sweetie Belle was about to sit back up to ask what had been cast but found that her body felt like it weighed a ton. She could move her limbs if she tried really hard but they just inched forward at best. “Wawity?” she tried to ask, her mouth also hard to move. “Rarity?” the young girl tried again, finding that she could still talk well if she focused.

“I’m here Sweetie Belle,” Rarity said as she got up, her energy already back at the prospect of working. “I put a spell that will restrict your movements and another one to stop the bleeding,” the diva explained, glad that the mess would be minimised.

When Sweetie Belle gave a slow nod of acknowledgement, Rarity reached back into a drawer and pulled out a sharp looking knife. She spread her little sister’s legs and placed the blade at about mid thigh. “We’ll now be starting Sweetie Belle. This will hurt a lot but I know you can take it,” the diva encouraged as she pressed down.

The young girl gasped at the sudden pain in her leg. She had gotten hurt a bunch of times during various adventures and this was about on par right now but as her sister continued to cut, the compound pain started to build higher and higher. She could hear Rarity’s melodic voice explain things as she worked and latched onto it as a way to distract herself.

“Now the reason I am starting so far from your genitals is that I will need some skin to make the casing of the clutch and it’s always better if it’s all in one piece. You should see some of the inferior products where the designer did a butcher’s job, what a horrifying waste of a rare resource.” Rarity rattled off as she ran the knife from one leg, around the little girl’s mon, down the other leg, before passing right under the vagina and connecting with where she started.

“I am now flaying the skin off. This spell is so useful! No blood on the knife or my hands,” Rarity said in an enthusiastic tone as she peeled more and more hide from the young girl.

Sweetie Belle could not help the big teardrops streaking down her face when her sister started running the blade under her skin, separating it from her body. The pain was indescribable, yet she could feel her puss spasm at every knife pass. After a few moments, the little girl managed to say, “My cunny... My cunny is going to go!”

Rarity barely had time to get the knife clear before the young girl started weakly squirming around in pleasure. The fashionista was quite surprised that the little girl could cum while being filleted but went with it. The woman gently flicked the little girl’s overly sensitive clit and rubbed the knife’s handle on the engorged vulva to stimulate it until the prepubescent girl calmed down.

While she was glad that her little sister was feeling pleasure in her dreadful position, Rarity wanted to go back to work as fast as possible. She respread the little girl’s legs with her elbows and continued removing the skin with gusto.

The scrapping of the knife brought Sweetie Belle back from heaven. The pain and pleasure mixed together into an amorphous blob and, if she could move, would have been thrusting her hips to meet the blade.

Done with the first step, Rarity moved the flayed skin to one side and repositioned the knife. “I am now going to extract your little cunny. I want you to not move and if you feel like you’re going to cum again, give me lots of warning, this is a very delicate moment,” she said as she started pushing the knife in the prepubescent girl’s loins.

Sweetie Belle’s muscles clenched at the blade’s intrusion. She could feel it digging into her as her big sister started cutting around her recently devirginized hole. The little girl could not help moaning between sobs as she felt the organ slowly being cut from her body. She could feel the heat build again but it was not like before. It felt erratic. Every time that the knife moved, it removed more and more possibility of an orgasm.

When she was done cutting all around the pretty little pussy, Rarity pushed the whole thing to one side and, with her horn providing light, reached in with the knife. “This is the last step Sweetie Belle. I am going to unhook your cunny from your cervix. You’ve been a really good girl up till now. Just keep holding still,” the diva instructed.

The young girl could feel the heat drain from her body as her vagina was cut out. She tried to will one last orgasm but it was a losing battle. She felt her big sister’s hand plunge into the wound and with a final cut, remove all future possibility of that kind of pleasure. She should have felt sad but looking at Rarity’s ecstatic expression as she pulled out her cunny was making the little girl proud.

With a throbbing pain where her genitals used to be, Sweetie Belle watched as the fashionista rushed to another bench and in a flurry of actions and magic, turned her sex organ into the clutch that she so wanted. The young girl flinched when a pair of scissor, held by magic, came right at her face but they simply took a few locks of her hair before retreating.

When she completed her latest work of art, Rarity held it high and twirled in happiness. She hugged the clutch to her naked breasts for a bit before skipping over to show the result of her labor to her little sister. “Look! Look! Look! Oh I know you had to suffer horribly for it but you’ll have to agree that it was worth it!” the diva exclaimed, presenting the clutch for inspection.

Sweetie Belle looked over at what used to be a part of her. The skin that had been taken from her had been cut and sewed in a curving pattern that gave the purse some flare. There were a few gems for accents, one in particular was where her little clitty used to be. Her hair, which the little girl was a bit mad about since she had not been asked before it was taken, had been used as a fur trim. The young girl noticed that her pee hole would now be used to hold a pencil and her other hole already had a couple of bits in it and a lipstick tube.

Sweetie Belle smiled tiredly and said, “You did a great job sis. It looks wonderful.”

“Didn’t I! And since your skin color is the same as mine, it will go with any outfit I wear.” Rarity enthusiastically exclaimed, twirling once again.

The little girl giggled at the display and was about to ask for the weakness spell to be removed when the fashionista calmed down and picked up some other tools before moving back to her side. Sweetie Belle was about to will herself to talk again but Rarity spoke first.

“Your cute little nipples will look so good with these,” the diva said as she turned some water into ice with some magical effort. Rarity picked up the icecube and ran it around the rightmost little nub.

The prepubescent girl squealed at the cold but it was nothing compared to the ache in her loins. She managed to look down and wondered what her big sister was doing.

When the little nip was rock hard, Rarity picked up the piercing needle and ran it through the little bundle of nerve’s base in one smooth motion.

Sweetie Belle moaned at the unexpected pain. She glanced at her sister’s concentrating expression and, deciding that she trusted her, laid her head back down and let the woman do as she willed. The young girl felt something being shoved in her wounded nipple before the whole process was repeated on her left one. She could not help moaning at the sensation. While she could not feel the delicious heat anymore, it still felt really good to let go and let her big sister do as she willed with her body.

“Done! Look how beautiful they are,” Rarity said before realizing that the little girl could barely move her head. Levitating a cushion to her, the woman gently lifted the young girl’s head and placed the pillow under it. “There. Now you can look.”

Sweetie Belle looked down at her chest. She had never seen her nips so big before. The little bars that impaled them each had a pink and purple gem on each side. She was so absorbed with the sight that she did not notice that Rarity had picked up the wicked knife again.

The young girl was so shocked when her big sister pulled on one of her nippled and ran the blade under it, neatly severing it, the stud, and a little bit of her budding breast from her body that she did not even object when the diva did the same thing to the other one. Now looking down at the twin wounds on her chest, the young girl finally shook herself out of her trance but Rarity was away at another desk.

When the fashionista returned, Sweetie Belle was horrified and amazed that her breast tips had been turned into a beautiful pair of earrings. Rarity struck a couple of poses, displaying her latest creation, before she picked up the knife again. “This is so much fun. Thanks again for your great gift Sweetie Belle,” she gushed and she positioned the blade at the base of the young girl’s belly.

The prepubescent girl had been distracted by the twinkling studs on what was previously her nipples as her big sister moved around but was brought back to reality when she felt the knife pierced her body. The little girl groaned in pain and looked down as the knife started to travel towards her head, opening her belly as it went. She was about to scream her objection when Rarity once again beat her to the punch.

“Oh no! My cut veered to the left! I ruined the line!”, the diva exclaimed in horror, stumbling to her sofa and falling on it with a loud sob.

Sweetie Belle was about to summon the strength to talk when Rarity bounced back to her feet.

“No wait! Lines are a thing of the past. This is going to be girl leather so curvy lines would be so much better. I am a genius!” the fashionista announced, her tears forgotten, as she slid back into position beside the reclining child.

“Rarity, what are you doi... Gurk!” Sweetie Belle tried to say when the knife finished it’s trajectory and split her open. The pain, and the sight of her organs as her big sister opened her up, silencing the young girl. The child could only look on in wonder as the diva cut curvy lines all down her arms and legs. She tried to catch the woman’s eyes but Rarity was completely focused on her job, ignoring her.

Sweetie Belle opened her mouth to object but realized that she did not really want to. She did not want to die, of course, but being looked at like a piece of material by her beloved sister made her feel good inside. It was like the more she was demeaned and hurt, the better she felt.

Rarity, her main cuts done, reached in the little girl’s belly, causing Sweetie Belle to grunt in pain, and, with a flick of the sharp blade, pulled out the prepubescent girl’s womb. “This is where a baby would have grown if you had had time to become a woman,” the fashionista explained as she removed the ovaries from the sac. “Oh those are the cutest shade of pale yellow! I know just the thing to do with them,” she said as she once again moved away to another bench.

Sweetie Belle looked at her womb, left lying beside her. She would never know the joy of motherhood. For that matter, she would never know the joy of womanhood either. She would never get her cutie mark! The thoughts should have depressed her but the little girl was pretty sure that if she still had a cunny, she would have came at the realizations.

Rarity came back with a necklace around her neck. It was composed of three gems that looked exactly like her cutie mark and separating each priceless rock was one of her ovaries. The woman had been right and, on her white skin, the blue gems and pale yellow orbs looked great.

“My baby parts look awesome on you sis,” Sweetie Belle praised in a weak voice, a beatific smile on her face.

“Don’t they! Every parts of you is simply divine, dear,” Rarity returned the praise as she looked at her decorated naked body in a full length mirror.

When she was done preening, the beautiful woman returned to her sister and picked up the discarded womb. “Now what to do with this?” she wondered out loud as she tested the tough material with her fingers. “I know! This material is durable yet supple. I could use it to make boot soles,” the diva decided, snapping her fingers.

Sweetie Belle moaned at the news. Her proof of girlhood would be used to walk around. More moans escaped as she imagined her sister walking on ponyville’s dirt roads, using her womb to protect her feet.

Rarity smiled down at her squirming little sister. It was such a relief that the young girl seemed to enjoy herself. The fashionista picked up a cleaver and got the little girl’s attention. “I am going to finish harvesting you now. You are doing so good. Just a little bit more,” the woman cooed.

“Go ahead sis. Take all you want,” Sweetie Belle offered, surrendering completely. The prepubescent girl enjoyed the last fond look her big sister gave her before the woman’s blue eyes hardened as she concentrated on her work.

The cleaver went up and down four times, severing the little girl’s hands and feet. Sweetie Belle looked at the stumps in wonder before her attention was brought back to the diva as she started flaying the rest of her skin off.

“I am sorry Sweetie. I wish it was not so but the book was clear that everything is better quality if taken from a live girl. Just hang on for a bit longer,” Rarity explained when the little girl started crying in pain as her skin was taken off.

Sweetie Belle barely heard her. The little girl was not even aware she was crying. The intense pain had transformed into euphoria in the delirious child’s mind. Each time the blade moved, it felt like when her big sister had plunged her fingers in her cunny. She was not sure how but Sweetie Belle could feel the same kind of sensation as when she had had an orgasm take over.

Rarity was a little concerned when her little sister started weakly spasming but the big goofy smile on the young girl’s face put her worries to rest.

Finally, the diva pulled out the one big piece of hide from the little girl. Examining her work, Rarity felt pride at the professional job. “Oh Sweetie Belle. I know you had such hopes of getting your cutie mark but I am so glad you were a late bloomer. Your pristine skin is now perfect to fully use,” she said as she caressed the material.

Sweetie Belle’s breathing was getting shallow as she looked at her hide in her sister’s hands. She weakly tried to reach up to it but remembered that she could not move much and only had a stump at the end of her arm anyway. The little girl simply smiled at the happiness she had given the jubilant woman.

“One last thing to get while you’re still alive and you can rest. There is this neat thing you can do if the harvested girl is a unicorn,” Rarity explained as she picked up the book. She once again concentrated as she willed her horn’s magic to do her bidding.

Sweetie Belle gasped as the weirdest feeling she had ever experienced took over her body. It felt like all her energy was being drained from her body and slowly being crammed in her little horn.

When Rarity was done with the spell, she pulled out a hand saw and quickly started sawing off the little girl’s glowing horn.

The young girl howled in pain. It felt like her sister was ripping out her life force through her head. Sweetie Belle had one last full body tremor as another ghostly orgasm ripped through her at the torturous debasement she was being subjected to, before she fell still. Sweetie Belle could feel the last of her strength leaving her. As far as she could guess, she had only lasted this long because her magic had sustained her devastated body but now that Rarity had syphoned it out, she felt hollow. The dying girl tried to get her big sister’s attention but she was too tired to move or talk. She managed to get a wheezing croak out but the fashionista was not paying attention, too focused on the object in her hand. And so, with no one to offer her comfort or even witness her passing, the little girl gave one last shudder and died, a small smile on her lips at the last indignity.

Rarity looked at the cute horn in her hand and whispered, “Vibrate.” The thing started to shake and vibrate in her hand, the disembodied young girl’s magic obeying the command, only stopping when the woman said, “Stop.”

Rarity looked down at her little sister to show her this new toy but realized that the child had died during the last harvesting. The diva, a little ashamed that she had not even noticed her passing, bent down to place a kiss on her still warm lips. “Thank you once again, Sweetie Belle. I will create an ensemble that will honor your memory forever,” she vowed.

-- Two days later, at the Sweet Apple Acres --

“Thank you kindly for the meat, Rarity. I just wish that it was from a different source. Are you sure it was worth it?” Applejack said as she basted some more apple sauce on the flank that was cooking on her BBQ.

Twilight Sparkle nodded, trying not to drool at the delicious aroma. “I am also really thankful for the heart and brain you gave me, they will be great ingredients for research, but I am with Applejack. When I lent you that book, I thought you just wanted to study the technique, not use it on little Sweetie Belle. This was quite a big sacrifice,” the purple skinned girl said with concern.

Rarity flipped her hair with the hand holding her new clutch, perfectly displaying the earrings and necklace made from her young sister, and replied, “Oh darlings! It was so worth it. I am not saying that I would ever have forced her to do it, of course, but it would have been a crime to refuse her marvelous offer.”

“Well, if you’re sure... Your new accessories do look mighty fine,” Applejack conceded as she flipped the large piece of meat.

Twilight nodded along with the compliment, also mollified for the moment by the diva’s certainty.

A burst of confetti announced Pinkie Pie's arrival. “LOOK! LOOK! LOOK GUYS!” she shouted as she waved the long stick from where a little girl’s skeleton was hanging, making it dance. “THIS WILL BE THE BEST NIGHTMARE NIGHT DECORATION... EVER!!!” the bundle of energy screamed.

“I’m glad you got over your initial reluctance Pinky. Sweetie Belle loved nightmare night so I am sure she’s quite happy to now be a permanent part of it.” Rarity said, after she got her hearing back from the auditory assault.

Rainbow Dash, who had been flying around as usual, landed beside the fashionista and turned her away from the crowd. Opening her wings as much as possible to block the group’s vision and hearing, she whispered with a blush, “Look... I know I said I would not need it but I tried it yesterday... It was amazing!” Realizing she had shouted that last part, her blue cheeks turned deep purple.

Rarity chuckled at the embarrassed woman. “I am glad you’re enjoying Sweetie Belle’s horn, Rainbow. She was part of your fanclub so I am sure she’s overjoyed to bring you pleasure.”

The blue skinned girl nodded, finding something for her bravado to latch on. “Yeah! As a fan, it’s the least she could do. Thanks Rarity,” she exclaimed as she took off again.

“Thank you again for the entrails, Rarity. It was such a treat for my carnivorous friends.” Fluttershy said in a low voice from the back of the group.

“No problem, Fluttershy. I just wish my gift to you didn’t have to be so goopy and messy.” Rarity almost apologised, smiling at the only girl who had never had a problem with where the product came from since the pale yellow woman was a firm believer in the cycle of life.

“Oh... That was no problem. The only thing is that they seemed to have liked it a bit too much. If you even do it again, I would appreciate whatever pieces you can spare.” The shy girl asked, flinching at her own demand.

“That might happen faster than you think. With the amount of money I made from Filthy Rich, here, I am currently in negotiations with two girls from Manehattan to get their materials,” the white skinned woman said with great enthusiasm, putting a fond hand on the man in question’s arm.

“It’s not like I had much choice,” Filthy Rich said with a chuckle. “When my little girl heard who the material was from, she just HAD to have it. As the years go by, her tastes become more and more expensive. Maybe I’ll eventually have to sell her to you,” he finished, sharing a laugh with the group.

Away from the adults, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom were miserable.

“...And of course, the gloves.” Diamond Tiara finished with a flourish.

The cruel girl was doing a little fashion show for the two glum girls. Displaying the new thigh high boots, skirt, vest, panties and gloves made from their friend. The pink skinned child had initially wanted the outfit to humiliate the rest of the cutie mark crusaders but that had now become just a fringe benefit as she had actually fallen in love with the outfit itself.

The vest’s collar, boots and glove’ rim were fur trimmed with the donor's pink and purple hair, making it match the spoiled child’s color tone. The boots were not only stylish but the most comfortable things that have ever graced her feet. The fingerless gloves made her feel badass, like she could kick somebody’s ass is she wanted. The skirt was short, just on the right side of proper, the curvy lines of the cut were fresh and bold. The cute little jewel decorated pockets on her vest, right where her future breasts would one day be, really brought the whole ensemble together. And the leather panties rubbed her just the right way as she walked around, leaving her in a near constant state of arousal. The fact that Sweetie Belle had to die just to clothe her was the cherry on top.

“Maybe I’ll get daddy to buy you guys from your families and then I’ll have a full wardrobe. And with no cutie marks to mar the design, you’ll be perfect material,” the rich girl taunted as she laughed her ass off.

Scootaloo surged forward, intent on physically shutting up the little bitch, but Apple Bloom held her back.

“We can’t start a fight at my sis’ big cookout. Plus you might damage what’s left of Sweetie Belle,” the red haired girl said.

Seeing Scootaloo deflate, Diamond Tiara’s laughter redoubled. “That’s right! You wouldn’t want to rip this. Plus if you did, your families would definitely have to sell you to pay for the damage,” the young girl taunted once again.

She was about to say something else but then stepped in something squishy. Looking down in horror, she lifted her new boot out of the animal droppings. “Fuck! My shoe!” the rich girl screeched as she tried to scrape the mess from her sole.

Diamond Tiara then realized what she had shouted and that a silence had descended on the farm. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw all the adults looking at her in shock and her dad walking toward her with a dark frown.

“Young lady. That language is inexcusable,” he said as he roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her over his knee. Without another word, he flipped her short skirt and started spanking his wayward child.

The two remaining cutie mark crusaders shared a smile at the turn of events before realizing that, in a way, Sweetie Belle was also receiving the punishment since the panties still graced the little brat’s rear.

-- That same night --

Rarity sat on her bed and stretched, enjoying the feel of the silken nighty sliding on her body, before falling backward on the poofy mattress. This had been a great day and a lot more were to come if she could break into the girl leather market.

“All thanks to you my dear,” the diva said as she reached for a small jewelry case on her nightstand. The box’s cover was made of beautiful white leather and imbedded in it were her young sister’s beautiful green eyes. “You’ve made all this possible and my future's looking bright,” she finished as she placed a kiss on the box before putting it away and closing the lights, her dreams full of future parties and designs.
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 No.7213

Since both of its threads have vanished, here's a repost of the second story in this continuity:

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"Applebloom Lends A Hand, and Other Limbs"; by Anonymous (author of Cunning Plan, Berty's Watch and the Interview)
- Authorized sequel to "Sweetie Belle's Gift".
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“Did... did I hear you right, Applebloom?”

Dinner at Sweet Apple Acres had been subdued when Applebloom finally spoke up. The family was in trouble. Big trouble. The crop of apples this year just weren’t selling like they used to, and coupled with the unprecedented amount of repairs they had been forced into, their finances were at an all time low. Applejack was a proud woman, but with the need for tools and repair materials so high, she would soon she would be forced to beg for help from either Twilight or Rarity, who was beginning to make good money from her new products, made from only the best little fillys. It broke Applebloom’s heart to see her big sister looking so down. She knew that it wasn’t her fault, but she was taking things very personal. So now, just after a modest dinner, she decided to do something about it.

“You sure did, Applejack. You should sell me off.” The little girl stood up, as if to display herself, although she was still clothed in her shirt and overalls. She was big for her age, given her life on the farm. “Rarity’s making a ton of bits making all sorts of stuff outta lil’ fillies.”

“Now that there’s the craziest thing you ever said, young missy.” Said Applejack, shaking her head. “I ain’t letting Rarity make you into a purse, or a coat, or whatever. What’s gotten into you?”

“But Applejack, it’s nearly time for Winter Wrap Up! We don’t even have enough shovels to clear the snow away! We need the bits, don’t we?”

“We don’t need ‘em that badly...right, Big Mac?” asked Applejack. The male of the family shifted in his seat, looking anywhere but his sister’s gaze.

“...”

“You’re supposed to go “Ayyyyup”, Big Mac. Now say it!”

“...Nnnnnope.”

“See? Big Mac’s always right about this stuff.” Said Applebloom. She smiled up at her brother, who chuckled uneasily. Looking around for an ally, Applejack played her trump card.

“Well, Granny Smith thinks you’re both wrong, now don’tcha, Granny?”

“Darn right you’re crazy!” said the elder pony, with feeling.

“See?” said Applejack triumphantly, as she reached for her glass.

“Now, that settles it-“

“We should be using her parts round the farm, I say! ‘Keep it in the family’, that’s the Apple family way! Riiiiight?” cried Granny Smith, winking. Applejack sprayed her drink over a nearby wall, as Big Mac turned red and took a sudden interest in the floor. Applebloom simply chuckled along, innocently.

“Oh, don’t think I don’t know what goes on in mah own house! Ye can’t fool Ol’ Granny Smith that easy!” The old pony practically hooted in delight as the elder sister wiped her mouth, choosing to ignore this subject in favour of the matter at hand.

“G-Granny Smith, not you too! I thought you’d know better than to buy into all this new stuff that’s been going on. You’re too...old to think like that.”

“I’m young at hear, lil’ missy! And I didn’t hear you complain none when you had that Bar-Bee-Quu the other week, did I?”

Applejack was silent. True, she had never had a big moral objection to this before now. She had ate that meat with the rest of the girls. Hell, she had browsed some of Rarity’s new leather clothes-not that she could afford it. But this...

“This is different. This is family!” she said, and she felt the sting of tears in her eyes as she said it. There was a long silence. Applejack looked around the table. Big Mac looked at her sadly, and even Granny Smith’s infamous glare had softened up. And to her right, still standing, was Applebloom. She was still just a girl, but she had a look on her face that was as brave as the farmpony had ever seen. No tears, no quivering lips. She walked over to Applejack and hugged her.

“I know it’s hard.” She said, quietly. “But... Sweetie Belle helped her sister so much. Can’t you let me me help you? Help all of us?” As she spoke, Applejack’s resistance broke. The tears gently stopped, and she looked her sister in the eye.

“I mean...if you’re careful, ah can still be around, right? Long as you take the right parts?”

“...”

“Well?”

“...ah suppose...well...if we need...anything, I’ll uh...I’ll let you know.” Applebloom beamed and hugged her sister hard. Applejack almost wanted to kiss her beautiful little sister, but restrained herself, electing to simply pat her sibling on the head, stoking her flowing red hair.

“Ye won’t regret it, Sis! Whatever you need, I can do it! Or...be it.”
Soon, the whole family was sharing a warm, group hug. They were all aware that they might not get the chance again.
--

It was early in the morning when Applebloom got the call. She had just woken up, and at first was wondering if she was going to be needed to tend to the pigs, or to maybe help out in the house. Then she remembered. She was going to be recycled. It was a big thing to process, now that it was going to happen-she felt her heart hammering in her chest. But she wasn’t one to back down, not now. She was a big pony. Still in her pajamas, Appleboom walked down the stairs and out into the barn.

Inside, Applejack had brought a table from the house out, and layed what little tools they had out. There were also a few potion bottles.

“What are those?” asked Appleboom, pointing to the sparkling liquids.

“I went to see Zecora, told her about, uh you know...and she said this’ll all help. No bleeding, less pain, all that stuff.” Replied Applejack, nervously. She rubbed the back of her head awkwardly as she talked.

“What did she say?”

“Said it was happening more and more now, so she had a few spare potions on hand. We’re living in some mighty interesting times, all right. Now, as for what we need...well, we’ve got more wood than we could ever use, but we need something for the tips, something better than wood. Something like...bone. So...I might havta take yer legs off.”

“Oh.” Said Applebloom. “Makes sense, ah guess.”

“So, if you’d like to...get those PJ’s off, I can start...”

“Ok.” The schoolgirl quickly peeled off her bottoms, exposing her nude lower half. Applejack tried not to stare at her sisters hairless yellow slit as she hopped on to the table, swinging her legs around for the last time. She drank the potions her sister gave her, screwing up her face at the bitter taste. Applejack picked up the saw that she had used to shape many a plank. At times like these, she wished there was a unicorn in the family. It would have made this a lot easier.

“Last chance to back out, Applebloom. After this, you’ll just be a big collection of walking parts.”

“I’m ready, sis. I want this” replied the younger sibling, which was greeted with a solemn nod of the head. Applejack laid her sister out so that she was lying flat on the table, and stood beside the left leg that she was about to harvest.

“Ok, now this might feel awfully funny, but I need you to be a big girl, ok?”

“I know, Appejack. Let’s just get it done already.”

“Right, right...” the orange-coloured pony took a deep breath.

“Here we go...” Placing the saw as close to the hip bone as possible, she started to slowly drag the saw back and forth across the leg, placing her free hand on the lower part of the leg. She was expecting her sister to react in some significant way, but while Applebloom squirmed a little, she made no sound.

“Just tell me if it hurts, now.”

“It doesn’t hurt that much. Just feels...weird, is all. Feels cold, and tickly, and warm, all at once.” Applebloom watched in wonder as the saw passed through her leg. Her sister was a strong woman, and soon she was speeding through the process of sawing her sisters leg off. About halfway through, the saw met with resistance-the femur. Applejack grunted a little as she sawed through the It wasn’t long at all before she lost all sensation in her leg. Applejack grabbed the now detached limb and pulled it down the table, away from the stump. They both stared at it for a few moments, before Applejack moved around to the other side of the table.

“Well...guess that weren’t so hard, was it? Hardly any blood, either...” She repeated the process for the other limb, this time going even quicker, having gotten used to the feeling of sawing through flesh and bone rather than wood. Soon the right leg was also cut free from Appleblooms body.

“Alright, that’s you done.” Said Applejack, patting her sister on the head. “You were a brave girl there, so why don’t you go take a break or something while I process these big ol’ legs of yours.”

“Uh...sis, you kinda just cut my legs off. I ain’t going anywhere anytime soon.” Replied the younger sister, sitting up now. She rubbed the raw stumps of her legs-they were tingly to the touch. Without her legs, her pussy was exposed to anyone who seen her now-Applejack bit her lip as she watched her sister move her newly modified body around.

“Well, you could always try walking on your hands or something. Like this.” Applejack picked her sister up beneath her arms and placed her on the ground, so that she was using her hands to hold herself up. She took a few tentative “steps” forward, and found it surprisingly easy to do-she was strong for her age, though, and was now pretty light without her legs. She walked around in circles, giggling at the thought of how she must look. Applejack couldn’t help but laugh a little too.

“Alright, now scoot. I’ll come looking for you if I need anything else...well, speaking of scooting, look who’s here!”

“Hey, Applebloom! What gives?” said a voice. Applebloom gasped, and fell backwards. Sitting herself up with her arms, she looked over to the source of the voice. Yup, there was Scootaloo, bounding across to see her, eyes wide.

“Oh...huh, hey there Scoots...”

“Howdy there, Scootaloo!” said Applejack, cheerfully waving, before realising that she was holding Applebloom’s leg in her hand. Scootaloo stared at it, causing the older girl to sheepishly hide the lib behind her back. Applebloom cleared her throat.

“Scootaloo...remember I was telling you about how we weren’t doing so great down here at the farm? Well...I’ve decided to help. Ah’m gonna donate myself to the farm, just like Sweetie Belle did for Rarity.”

“Oh...well, I understand...hey, if you want, you can use me for parts too-“

“No way!” said Applebloom, and Applejack shook her head firmly. “That’s mighty kind of you, Scoots, but this is a family matter. ‘Sides, if you really wanna go down that path, I think there’s another gal you should go talk to...” she muttered. Scootaloo nodded.

“Well...are you gonna die today?”

“Maybe not today, but... I’m learning to walk on my hands right now. Look!” She demonstrated her new-found technique, moving with surprising speed. She finished off with an acrobatic handstand, inadvertently giving her audience the perfect view of her pussy.

“Pretty cool, huh?” she said chirpily. Her sister was speechless, and thankful that she was wearing a thick shirt and bra today-she could feel her nipples hardening, and a certain aching further south. Scootaloo simply blushed, her orange skin turning a dark shade of red.

“Yeah...uh...Applebloom, you do know-“ As she spoke, Applebloom’s shirt gave in to gravity and fell down around her head, exposing her tender young nipples to the air. Yelping in surprise, she fell down again.

“Darn it, that was mighty silly of me...uh, little help girls?”

“Oh..sure, honey...” said Applejack. She yanked the shirt off her sister, who righted herself once more. She was blushing slightly, but didn’t seem to bothered by her nudity. Applejack sighed.
“Well, I was gonna get to worth on these legs now...” she said, gesturing with the severed limbs.

“I...I think I need to go talk to Rainbow about something. I’ll see you later...maybe.” said Scootaloo. She gave her friend a big hug, then ran back down the road to Ponyville. Applebloom watched her go sadly. Then she heard the heavy footsteps of Big Mac approaching from the fields. He was holding something. He looked at her impassively, then started talking to Applejack, all business.

“Need more rope, AJ” was all he said, and now Applebloom could see that he was holding some very old, frayed rope in his hand. She sighed, then nodded, before turning back to Applebloom. The legless girl was already heading towards the barn-she had a job to do now, providing for her family. The two sisters walked into the barn; Big Mac watched them go, before walking off.

“Poor guy. I asked if he wanted to come in, but he said he couldn’t handle watching it all happen. I swear, for a colt his size, he can be a right little filly sometimes...” said Applejack, as she helped her sister onto the table.

“So, how are you gonna make rope outta me, sis?”

“Well...I was gonna use your entrails. If we treat em right, they could prove pretty tough.”

“Oh...so, this is it then.”

Applejack rubbed her chin thoughtfully.

“Well...we loaded you up on those potions pretty well. You MIGHT hang on a bit without your intestines. Long enough we could...I dunno...go see if Twilight knows a spell to keep you around longer.”

“I thought we were keeping this in t’family!”

“Hey, why are you complaining? ‘Sides, not my fault we ain’t got any unicorns!” with that, Applejack produced a small kitchen knife, and without any ceremony, cut horizontally across her younger sister’s belly, just below the belly button. Then she reached a hand in and carefully spooled out the hot ropes of intestines laying just beneath the surface. The spilled out over the edges of the table. Applebloom gasped at the sensation of feeling very empty all of a sudden, but quickly motioned with her head for her sister to keep going. Applejack pulled as much of her sisters guts outside of her body as possible. Then, she cut away the big intestine from the rectum, before finally cutting away at the connection to the stomach. She rolled the organs up before placing them in a pre-prepared container, which she then sealed shut with a lid.

“It’ll take a day or so, but they should be good for using soon as. We’ll be lassoing cows with yer own guts in no time, Applebloom” said Applejack. The now gutted girl nodded sadly, wanting to believe that. She didn’t feel like she was dying or anything, but she now felt light as a feather. She went to lean up, only for Applejack to hold her down.

“Hold on just a minute, now. Since we gone and opened you up, might as well see what else we can use.”

“oh...well, ok, but try not to kill me.”

“I’ll do my best,lil’ sis.” Applejack said, smiling, before getting to work. Not being much of a doctor, she decided to just start cutting away the looser, smaller organs, figuring that if nothing else, they could feed them to the animals and save on feed. When she removed one particular organ Applebloom gasped once again.

“AJ, that’s-“

But AJ already knew what it was, judging from the urine tricking out of it.

“Well, guess you don’t need to worry about going to the little filly’s room no more.” She said, shrugging. She squeezed it with her now bloody hand-more liquid dropped out, which somehow embarrassed Applebloom even more.

“Huh. Kinda rubbery. We’ll keep a hold of this just for now...” she said, adding it to the pile of organs in the spare container she had. Then she removed the liver and, finally, the stomach itself, figuring that Applebloom wasn’t going to be eating much longer anyway. That left one organ that even Applejack knew the name of, and now she was hesitating.

“Am I empty now, sis?” asked Applebloom, who had spend the procedure staring up at the ceiling.

“Not...just yet, Applebloom...say, uh, this one might feel a little strange, so-"

“Are you gonna cut my pussy out?”

“N-Now where did you learn that word, young missy?”

“Are you?”

“...well, I’m gonna cut out yer uterus, and your vagina’s kinda attatched to that, so...”

“Oh. That’s ok...” said Applebloom.

“I’m sorry honey, but you’re not gonna get to use yours that much from now on anyway. ‘Sides...if we cut that out, I was gonna cut your hip-bone out. Could use all the bone we can get, I say.” She started to make the cut when Applebloom stopped her.

“Sis...do you think, before you do, that you could...that I can...come? Is that what it’s called?”

Applejack blushed, before looking down at her sister’s pussy, then her eyes, then back down to the pussy.

“I guess...I can help out...’keep it in the family’ and all that...” she replied. In truth, Applejack had started to have...urges...since this morning. Something about her precious little sister giving herself utterly to the family-to her-so willingly was pushing buttons she didn’t even know existed up until now. She put the knife down, and then started to softly stroke her sister’s lips. Soon she started adding pressure to her tiny clitoris with her thumb.

“Feel good, Applebloom?”

“Well...I’m kinda numb, to be honest...”. Applejack blinked, then remembered the potions she had gotten from Zecora.
“Oh, right. Uh, gimme a second here. You’ll feel this alright.”

Applejack pulled her sister roughly over to the edges of the table, then got down on her knees. With no legs, Applejack had fully access to her sister’s snatch, which she took full advantage of, using two hands to spread Applebloom’s lips wide. She looked at the sight before her, then she greedily started slurping away. This elicited a response from her sister, who gasped and moaned.

“Oh, w-what is that feeling? Is this...am I cumming now?”

“Oh, you will sweetheart, be patient” replied Applejack, muffled slightly by pussy. She worked a tongue inside her sister-it was unbelievably tight, reminding Applejack of better days at Camp Friendship, when she was just a little filly herself. Forgetting about the grievous state her sister found herself in, she tried to hold legs that were no longer there. She bit down hard on her sister’s clit, which earned a yelp. Her sister, overwhelmed by a combination of sensation and circumstance, started yelling, her hands massaging the tips of her breasts.

“Oh Applejack, yes! I love you!”

“Ah Love you two, Applebloom!”

“This is the best! I’m going to be...cumming!”

“Cum for me, sis! For the last time!”

Oh yes! Oh...Oh, high Twilight!”

“Yeah that’s ri-Wait what?!” Applejack almost broke her own neck spinning around. Sure enough, Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship, was standing by the barn door, eyes wide.

It seemed to Applebloom that Twilight thought something was wrong. It was probably her missing legs. Probably the gaping hole in her tummy, too. She decided to explain things.

“I’m helping, Twilight! Applejack’s making me into farm tools!”

Twilight put her hands on her hips and sighed.

“And she’s showing me what cumming is, too! It’s great!” added Applebloom. She spread her soaking labia with one hand, balancing herself with the other. Applejack giggled nervously and looked back and Twilight, shrugging.

“She, uh..wanted to know before I...you know...”

“No, I don’t know. What’s going on? Are you really harvesting her?” asked Twilight. The farmpony nodded. She explained the situation to Twilight-the poor harvest, the desperate finances, the pride the family took in keeping the farm running without outside help. Twilight listened patiently.

“I understand how much this farm means to you Applejack, but really, me and the girls would have been more than happy to help. Remember that time you tried to harvest every apple tree by yourself? You nearly went crazy, but even you accepted that it’s alright to ask your friends for help.”

“I know that Twi, and I appreciate it, but that’s exactly what happened. Applebloom wants to help the family, and that’s what she’s doing. We’ll have hoes, shovels, rope, leather and feed. All natural, all 100% Apple family. Ain’t that right sugarcube?” she said, smiling down at her mutilated sister. Applebloom grinned happily up, happy to hear how much of a help she was being. Twilight stared down at her, noting how glad she seemed at her sacrifice.

“Well...I guess it’s her choice. I’ll miss you, Applebloom. Just like I miss Sweetiebelle....” she said. “Looks like the Cutie Mark Crusaders are down to one member now.”

“Well, she did say something about Rainbow Dash, so maybe we’ll all be gone soon.” said Applebloom. “Actually, while you’re here, Twilight...do you know any spells that can make me, I dunno, live a little longer? I’d like to be around as long as I can” This made the alicorn pause, and stroke her chin with a thoughtful finger, before grinning.

“Well, actually...I’ve been studying Sweetie Belle’s brain-testing its reaction to raw magic, how it responds to certain spells, ways to potentially suspend brain activity in the absence of properly oxygenated-" She stopped, realising that all she was getting was blank stares. Oh yeah, she thought. Farmers.

“Long story short,” she said, coughing. “I think I know a way to have your brain sustain itself independently, regardless of oxygen and blood levels.” Applejack scrunched her face up.

“Come again?”

“Oh, just let me show you” groaned the purple princess. Her horn lit up, and Applebloom felt a funny feeling, like she was taking off a hat, even when she knew that she wasn’t wearing one. Twilight’s horn flashed again, and for a few moments it felt like someone had wrapped her head in foam. Then the feeling went away, and Applebloom felt her “hat” come back down. Applejack’s mouth gaped.

“What in tarnation was that, Twi?”

“I told you already!”

“Well try it again, cause it didn’t stick!” Twilight rolled her eyes, frustrated.

“Ok, the ultra short version: Applebloom won’t die unless you destroy her brain. Probably.”

“What do ya mean, ‘probably’?”

“I don’t exactly use this spell a lot, do I?!”

As the older two girls were talking, Applebloom decided to get back to trying to cum. She started to massage her slick folks with her fingers-slowly at first, before increasing her speed, until she was panting gently. Remember what her sisters tongue had been doing, she slid a finger inside herself, moaning at the sensation as she tickled her inner walls. Twilight was still trying to explain her magic to Applejack-she looked like she was now using an elaborate series of diagrams. Applebloom lay down on the table and used both of her hands to stimulate herself-one to rub that little nub near the front, and one to rub along inside herself. Inexperienced as she was, it wasn’t long before she rose to the heights she was feeling before Twilight arrived.

“So what you’re saying is...I can keep taking parts...and she won’t die?”

“Yes! As I’ve been saying, it’s all quite simple. Now, there may be other side effect-“

“Aaaaaah!”

The princess and the farm pony whipped their heads around to see Applebloom finally cum. The redhead sighed happily as she panted for breath., and she let her head collapse down onto the table. Her skullcap, which had been cut loose by Twilight before being set back on her head, slipped off and rolled off the edge of the table, landing with hollow clacking noise, and eventually settling down top side up.

“That...was real nice.” said the panting girl, oblivious. Twilight blushed heavily, although she was quietly fascinated. Applejack smiled at her sister’s happiness.

“Glad you got to feel something with your pussy before you lose it.” she said, picking up her knife again. “I appreciate your help Twi, but can you let me get to this?” Twilight nodded, and quietly left her friend to her work, happy that she was able to help at least.

Applejack circled round to the side and place her hands through the cut in Applebloom’s lower abdomen. She quickly cut through the vaginal passage right beneath the labia, then cut the rest of the uterus out too. She held it up in front of her face, and squeezed it experimentally a few times. Then she checked its flexibility by stetching the entrance out-it was surprisingly elastic.

“Useful little thing, this. Might keep it for storing seeds. Might even hold a couple apples, don’tcha think?” she asked her little sister, who was still a little out of sorts from her orgasm. Hearing no reply, Applejack set the womb down with the other organs before continuing. Picking up the saw, she began sawing away at the bit of spine connecting the pelvis to the rest of the body. After she was done cutting through that, she began the process of freeing the hip bone, prying it out with her bare hands and a lot of tugging. There was still a small amount of femur attached to it-she forcefully pushed it out of the joints of meat that amounted to was left of Applebloom’s legs. Triumphant, she held her prize in her hands-it was a lot of bone, alright. Between that, the legs and top of her sisters skull, she had enough raw material to make all kinds of repairs and improvements around the farm.

Finally, she removed the leftover meat from the hips, including the rump. She wasn’t sure if she was going to grill it, at least while Applebloom was alive, so she decided to keep it in storage right now.

Applejack looked down at what was left of Applebloom. Everything above the belly button was still in good shape, if you ignored the bright pink brain emerging from where her forehead should have been. Her naked chest rose softly with breath, and her ribcage now seemed to stick out now that there was no belly to contrast with it. Applejack wondered automatically if she could find a use for her sisters ribs, and then immediately felt a little guilty that she had that mindset now.

Beneath that, there was only loose skin, the anus and labia still in one piece, but with nothing to support it. There was still some spine left, but the bone was awfully rigged looking-she wasn’t sure how easy it would be to craft something useful out of it. She briefly considered making it into a saw, but the one she had been using all this time seemed pretty damn useful, so she decided to leave it for the time being.

“Well,reckon that will do us for now, little one. You’re free to go.” Said Applejack. She helped her sister onto the ground, and soon Applebloom was standing on her hands, looking up at the blonde farm pony.

“I hope my parts are useful, sis.” She said. Applejack nearly teared up, but she composed herself and gave the reduced filly a big hug, making sure to give her a kiss as well.

“You’re a true Apple; this farm will always owe you a debt. Now go on and enjoy yourself, and I’ll start crafting you into some grade-A equipment, ok? See you later, sugarcube.”

Applebloom kissed her sister back, on the cheek. Soon it turned into what she knew as a grown-up kiss, with Applejack sending a strong tongue into her mouth, dancing around inside. It felt a little weird, but she figured it was a sign that her sister was really happy with her, and that made her feel even more special. She smiled up at Applejack before trooping off back to the farmhouse, wondering what she was going to do with the rest of her day.

Night had come to Sweet Apple Acres, but sleep wouldn’t come to Applebloom. The day had passed her by in a blur. She remembered talking to Granny Smith about something-probably saying goodbye in a way-but the exact words eluded her. She remembered having dinner, and how strange the atmosphere had been. Before tonight, dinnertime had been strained. Today had big smiles from everyone, even herself, as they had chatted about things of little to no consequence. Or perhaps it had merely seemed that way to Applebloom. She might have felt wigged out, but she could still detect the odd stare at her exposed brain, or at her empty lower torso. Applebloom had tried to eat, but found that she had no appetite without any sort of digestive system. Besides, the chewed up food merely ended up going straight out of her holes, making a mess on the nice chairs. No one had asked her to get dressed again-it seemed pointless.

So she had spent the rest of the day lying about trying to read, or looking out the window. Applebloom had seen glimpse of her siblings using their shiny new tools, the white bone clear as day. She had watched as Applejack made a lasso out of the intestines that she had harvested, watched as she had twirled it in the air, a satisfied look on her face as she did so. Applebloom herself felt a certain sense of pride, too. She really was being helpful. And this was only a small part of her being used-there was still about half of her to go!

Soon, however, it had been time to rest, at her sister’s insistence-“You’ve had a hard day, sugarcube, and we might need you again tomorrow. Go get some shut eye.” But the fact was that Applebloom didn’t feel tired at all. Maybe it was the potions she had taken, maybe it was Twilights spell, or maybe it was just because of what had happened, because of what was happening-what was gonna happen. Whatever it was, Applebloom had tossed and turned in her bed to no avail, and eventually gave up.

Throwing the covers off of her reduced form, the farmgirl caught sight of her reflection in the dresser mirror on the other side of her bed. Applebloom hadn’t really sat down and had a good look at herself all day, but now she took in the sight of her legless body, with her lower torso deflated like a balloon, save for the bump that was her spine running along the middle. She rubbed it with her hand, stroking gently up and down as he evaluated herself. Her lack of hair was, in all honestly, the most off putting thing about her new appearance. If she squinted, she could maybe trick herself into thinking that her pink brain was just a new haircut. She noted for the first time that her trademark pink ribbon was missing; it had been attached to her hair when she had lost the top of her head. It was a good time to lose it, now that she had stopped being a real person, and was now simply parts waiting to be harvested. Maybe Applejack would keep it.

Her trailing fingers felt the edge of her spine, which ended just in front of what used to be her pussy, and what was now just one of three little holes at the bottom of her torso. Applebloom rubbed her folds-it didn’t feel anywhere near as good as before, but it was something. She slipped her hand inside the hole, feeling the skin stretch around her hand. Before yesterday she had never had anything bigger than a finger inside of herself-now she was shoving a hand inside with no problem. Of course, if she still had a vagina this would be different, but still.

Fishing around, she felt something cold and hard-her spine. It was still attached to the muscles on her back. She slid a hand in between the bone and her flesh, and started to try and force her way through. With some effort, she was able to start slowly easing her had up, until soon the skin and muscle on her back was hanging loosely from her shoulders.

Curious, Applebloom grabbed hold of her spine, wrapping her fingers around the bone. She felt a jolt travel up her body as she did so, although she didn’t quite understand why. She moved her hand upwards until it bumped into her ribs, then back down again, feeling the ridges against her palm. She wondered if she could see it through one of her holes. Given that it was the closest, Applebloom spread her butthole open with her free hand-it wasn’t as big as her other holes, but after a few minutes of stretching it with her fingers, she was able to keep it as wider as the span between her thumb and forefinger. Then she started pushing her skin upwards whilst guiding the bone through the hole, so that eventually she had a good six centimeters of bone protruding from her asshole.

Applebloom smiled to herself, shaking her torso around. Maybe this is what boys felt like, she thought. Then she felt something give down below, like a ripping sensation. Her face froze, and for a few moments she didn’t move, before slowly examining the strange feeling with her fingers. It seems she had been a little too enthusiastic in her stretching, and ripped the little bit of skin between her butthole and her pussy, creating one big hole where two smaller ones had previously been. She thought about this, then shrugged-it wasn’t like she needed either hole anymore. It made things easier in a way, as she was now able to pull her lower torso skin up all the way to below her ribcage, exposing her spine as she did so. She let go, and the skin stayed rolled up as she stood up on her hands, making her look even smaller now.

None of this made Applebloom feel ready for bed, of course. She pondered what she was going to do next, when she heard a faint noise coming from across the hallway. She paused, wondering what it was-no one else would be up this late, surely? There was silence for a while, and Applebloom started to relax, until she heard it again. It sounded like a voice. Listening harder, Applebloom heard another voice-unmistakable male, this time. Big Mac? Usually Applebloom wouldn’t be one for investigating, but usually she would be asleep by now. And besides, it’s not like she had anything to lose investigating, she told herself.

Climbing down from her bed, she quietly opened her door. She stood there, spine swaying gently in between her two hands, as she listened again for the noise. It was coming from Applejack’s room. Unable to resist her own curiosity as to, she hurried across, noticing that the light was on. As she reached for the handle, Granny Smith’s words from the other day came into her mind, and how her siblings and seemed embarrassed. As she turned the handle, she thought of the world of pleasure she had discovered this morning, if only for a moment, and how Applejack might want to feel that too. As she opened to door, she had an inkling of what the noise was-her sister, moaning.

Applebloom noticed a couple of things straight away after she opened the door. The first the smell-a strange sort of smell, like sweat, but not altogether unappealing. Then there was the fact that her siblings were naked. She had seen them naked before of course, but not like this. Applejack’s generous rack was heaving up and down, glistening with sweat, as she bent over her bedside. And Big Mac...Applebloom was no expert in male anatomy, but she figured that his penis must be bigger than the average, from what she could see of it as he hilted himself. Much bigger. She realised just how immense the frame of his body was as he loomed over Applejack, his red body practically glowing She also noticed that Big Mac was putting his penis inside of his sister’s butthole, rather than her pussy. Maybe that’s why she was moaning-he was doing it wrong, the silly big lump. Finally, there was the fact that they were staring at her, mouths gaping open.

No one said anything, as Applebloom slowly closed the door behind her. Her brother’s eyes were large and brimming with alarm, but her sister looked more concerned than anything, as she beckoned for her to come over, Big Mac still fully inside of her. Appebloom climbed onto the bed, lying beside the entwined couple.

“I couldn’t sleep, and...ah heard noises...” she whispered, by ways of explanation. Applejack went to stroke her sisters hair instinctively, pulling her hand back from the lump of grey matter at the last second, instead cupping her sisters cheek.

“Oh ‘Bloom, you near gave your brother and me a heart attack coming in here.” Big Mac chuckled nervously, still uncertain.

“Is this what Granny Smith was talking ‘bout the other day?”

“Oh, don’t pay her no mind, she was just making guesses. We only do this at night, and you know how deep a sleeper she is. Hell, we could do it in her room and she wouldn’t wake up. Not that we would...” Applebloom pulled a face, and the three of them shared a quiet laugh. Applejack stroked her sister face, and Applebloom started to relax at her touch.

“So...you ain’t, uh...weirded out or nothing, right? Folks wouldn’t much care for this sorta thing.”

“No offense sis, but I’ve kinda got other things on my mind at the moment.”

“’Course, ’course...”

“But uh...how come he’s putting it in yer butt? That don’t seem right to me.” Applejack scrunched her face up.

“Well...some folks like it different is all, and we don’t have to worry bout pregnancies and such-Oooh...” Applejack moaned into her hand as Big Mac finally withdrew himself. He hadn’t come yet, but the sudden and unexpected arrival of his dismembered sister and been something of a mood kill, and his massive member had went semi-flaccid. Still, Applebloom audibly gasped when she seen it, which earned a smirk from her big sister.

“Well, he ain’t called Big Mac for nothing.” she said, turning around to face her brother. Her anus was yawning open-Applebloom thought she could stick a hand up there without it touching the sides. But her gaze kept returning to the monster between her older brother’s legs. Applejack could barely fit it in her hand as she tried to pump it back into shape. He found himself getting hard again as he watched his partially dismantled sister scoot over her sister, so that her face was inches away from her brother’s cock. She could smell the musk coming from it, and she wondered what it tasted like, so she gave his shaft a lick, then another, trailing her tongue up to the bulging head.

“Tastes good, right? You’ve been so good, sugarcube...”

whispered Applejack into her head. “But you kinda killed our buzz. So why don’t we put your body to use in a different way?”

Applebloom suddenly felt another jolt going up her body, as her sister grabbed hold of her spine. Then she felt herself getting lifted up into the air. The blonde farmpony stood up on the bed, dangling her sister upside down, lowering her head so that it was facing the still-growing length of her brother’s cock. Realizing intuitively what was required of her, Applebloom opened her mouth, wrapping her arms around her brothers waist as best she could. The head eased itself in slowly past her lips, letting her get used to the sheer size of it, as it occupied nearly all of her mouth. Then, with a care and finesse that surprised her, Big Mac slowly began to move more of himself into her throat. If she still had a stomach she might have thrown up as the tip triggered her gag reflex, but nothing happened. Her jaw creaked as she opened her mouth beyond her normal capacity, and her breathing became louder and faster, although she technically didn’t need to breath to live anymore.

Looking down at the hole that Applebloom’s ass and pussy had become, Applejack wondered if she could get a better view of the proceedings. Holding the spine in place between her chin and chest, she jammed her arms inside and started to spread them apart. There was some resistance, but eventually there was a tearing sound as she tore the hole even wider, so that it could fit around the ribcage. With her improved view, Applejack could see her brother’s penis slide up past the tattered remains of the oesophagus, flanked by the only two remaining organs in her sister’s torso-the heart and lungs, still beating and contracting even now.

“Well...this sure is a sight...” she said, and could feel her own wetness. The thought of how aroused she was over this decadence simply made her hornier. Gripping the spine again, her free hand started to rub her dripping sex furiously. She gave the spine an experimental lick, but it felt cold and hard.

“Feel good, Mac?” she said, watching as he brother closed his eyes and sweated profusely.

“...yyyup.” Said Big Mac. He had started pistoning himself in and out now. There was a loud crack as Applebloom’s jaw finally gave, popping off its hinges and hanging halfway off his cock, but he hardly noticed. This wasn’t his littlest sister anymore-it was just a tool to be used and enjoyed by himself and Applejack. Then he felt something else envelope the tip of his penis. Looking up, he saw that Applejack was now also taking him in her mouth, her face buried inside the other end of Applebloom’s ribcage. Finally, he came, gushing geysers of cum into the blond’s waiting mouth, who was also shuddering in orgasm. As they shook, Applebloom’s brain slipped halfway out of her skull, dangling just above the bedsheets, anchored in place by her spinal cord and her optic nerves.

Big Mac grunted as Applejack pulled the younger sister off his length, dumping her on the bed. The two older siblings kissed atop her mangled body. Applebloom had fallen unconscious at some point, and they looked at her fondly.

“She really is a natural born tool, huh? Shovels, lasoos, fucktoy...she can do it all.”

“Yyyyup.”

“I’m gonna go put her back in her room. You best get too-even Granny might have heard that.”

“Yyyyup.”

Opening the door, Big Mac snuck away as best as his frame could let him, while Applejack carried her sleeping sister back to her room. She considered tucking her in, as she might have done in the past, but chose to simply place her on the bed, face up. Applejack wondered how long it would be before they used up all of her sister’s parts. Would she survive long under Twilight’s spell? Would she be happy living forever as just a brain in a jar marked with her name? Or as an empty skull? Would it be better to just kill her?

Would Big Mac one day have her on the chopping block, too?

She suddenly felt very tired-it had been a long day for her, too. She kissed Applebloom on what was left of her forehead, and retired to bed, eager to see what tomorrow would bring.

It was probably a good thing that Applebloom didn’t dream that night; she didn’t feel up for talking to the Princess of the Night about what she had been up to. When she did wake, there was a period of disorientation: she couldn’t seem to feel her legs. The little farmgirl tried to yawn, but her mouth felt funny, like it was open too wide. She sat up, catching sight of herself in the dresser mirror-her jaw was hanging down impossibly wide, almost to her throat. At this moment, it all came back to Applebloom. She must have been out like a light-it was coming up for the afternoon, and she could hear her siblings working the orchard from here. Knowing once again her role as a mere piece of equipment, she relaxed. Even being alive was a bonus at this point, after all-what’s the harm in a funny-looking mouth?

Truth be told she thought it was funny. She tried talking, but all that came out was a strange kind of mumble. Using her pillows to stand herself up, Applebloom used her two hands to pull her mouth open as wide as she could, staring down her own throat, where she could just make out the dark shapes of her remaining organs. She could easily put her fist inside her mouth, followed by her arm up to just below the elbow. It was nothing on what she had taken last night. The memory of her big brother’s cock skewering her practically all the way through blazed across her mind. She watched her throat bulge as her arm traveled down. As she suspected, her breathing remained easy even with the intrusion-the work of Twilight’s spell, no doubt. Grasping with her fingers, she felt something hot brush against them. She strained some more as she forced her arm just a little bit deeper. Trying again, she was rewarded for her efforts. Her little hand grasped her own hot, beating heart.

Applebloom stood still for a moment, letting her most symbolic of organs beat its tiny beat in her hand. Once again, her curiosity overruled her senses, and she began tugging at the organ. It didn’t take much to detach it from its holdings, and soon her arm was traveling back up her throat, taking her prize with it. She fell to the side as her heart emerged, and she held it up to her gaze. Princess Cadence would have a thing to say or two about removing your own heart, but for now, Applebloom laughed softly as she basked in the sensation.

After a while, she put the heart down on a pillow, before returning to the mirror. She wasn’t sure if she would be able to do the same for her lungs, as they were a bit bigger, and more awkward to handle. Applebloom tugged at her torso skin, which was now basically a long dress that dangled down from her neck. Even the skin on her ribcage was coming loose, causing her nipples to move around as she tugged at the hole where her pussy and ass used to be. She rolled the skin up past her ribcage until it was up to her armpits and neck, fully exposing her spine and ribs. She wondered what her sister would use her skeleton for as she slid her hands up inside her chest cavity, feeling her lungs slowly rise up and down. After a bit of tugging, the two pink bags joined her heart on the pillow. All three organs continued to work away as if nothing was wrong.

At this point, Applebloom was determined to dismantle as much of herself as possible, as if to make things easier for her sister. Raising her left arm up, she worked her right arm up the skin until it was loose. Holding her skin, she pulled her arm down until it was free of her skin. Then she repeated the process with her other arm, leaving the skin of her arms dangling down her side. She admired her muscles-her upper body strength was always the best of her friends. Moving on to her head, she slid her bony fingers up between the skin and muscle of her neck, past her hanging jaw and into her own face. She watched in the mirror as the print of her hand bulged beneath her face. When she reached the rim of her forehead she started circling her arm around, so that she loosed the skin around her entire head. When she retracted her arm the skin practically fell away on its own, exposing what was left of her skull, and freeing Applebloom to pull her skin off entirely.

The now skinless girl examined her hide, marveling at how her face was now locked in a permanent expression of surprise, the empty eyeholes and mouth gaping open. She dumped it on the floor. Next came her jaw, which she could now easily pull off. This caused her tongue to spill out onto her chest, and the length of the muscle took Applebloom by surprise. Dropping her jaw onto her skin, Applebloom tried tugging her tongue out. It took effort, but soon she ripped it free from herself. It was wet and spongy, so she quickly dropped it, thinking it couldn’t possible have much use.

Applebloom’s wandering hands now made their way up to her brain. Before now she had left this part of herself alone, but now her fingers prodded the grey matter curiously-it felt like firm jelly. She managed to force her hands down the sides of her skull, allowing her to grip her brain. Pulling upwards, she felt resistance coming from various places. One quick tug severed her optic nerves, blinding her, but at this point she didn’t really care. There was still something keeping her brain attached to her head, so she summoned all of her strength before pulling upwards. As she did so, she suddenly lost all feeling in her arms. In fact, she lost all sensation at all. She didn’t feel her body tumble lifeless backwards, still holding onto her brain. She didn’t feel anything. A single though appeared in her mind:

“Uh-oh.”

-

“So you found her like this?” asked Twilight, observing the wreckage of what was once Applebloom.

“Yup. Fool of a filly went and tore herself up. Went up to check on her and found this instead.” Said Applejack. She looked around sadly. “Was gonna tell her that the tools we made were holding up strong. Probably could have kept her around without taking any more parts for a good few years.”

“Oh...that’s so sad.” Said Twilight. Applejack shrugged.

“Well, in the end, she made her choice, I guess. We’ll find a use for these parts somehow. Could make furniture outta her arms and legs, might even put the skin back onto it. Skull can be our new fruitbowl, too. That seems fitting. Don’t really need the organs, though.” She said, gesturing. “If you want them for your studies then you go ahead.”

“Oh...well, I suppose they would go to waste otherwise...” said Twilight.

“Think she’s still alive? You said the brain’d be ok as long as it wasn’t destroyed, yeah?”

“That’s... technically true, but the truth is there’s no way of knowing. Not yet anyway.” She picked the organ up with her magic, along with the heart and lungs, which had stopped functioning. “I’m running a lot of experiments right now though, what with all the fillies getting harvested, so hopefully this can come in handy. She’ll have Sweetie Belle for company, at least.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me none if Scootaoo ended up a brain in yer castle soon. Then you could have the full set.”

“Well, I suppose that would be nice, in a strange way. Well...I’ll leave you to this.”

“Thanks, Twi. I really ‘preciate your help in all this. My sister made a big sacrifice for this farm, and we’ll never forget it.” Said the farmpony. Twilight thanked her, leaving with the organs. Applejack surveyed the scene, wondering where to start, before a voice from the window broke the silence.

“AJ! Got anymore rope? We need some more.”

“Uh... give me a minute.”

THE END
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 No.7218

The author of Applebloom Lends a hand is Poguemahone.

 No.8069

Once again, bumping for preservation.

 No.8859

Yet again, bumping for preservation... I promise, I WILL get back to this.

 No.9055

Speaking of preservation, I used Calibre to compile the stories so far into a crude ebook. Should I do anything with it?

 No.9082

This is really cool. Do you think we could get some stories from the brains' perspectives though? Like, what they do for fun, what kinds of conversations they have, visits with their still embodied friends, that sort of thing? I feel like it'd be really fun.



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