Title:           Birth of a raider.
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Monday 2nd of November 2015 12:09:28 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Monday 2nd of November 2015 12:09:28 PM CDT

“You know ever since I was a little foal I wanted to be a doctor. Just wanted to help other ponies feel better was all.” The brick unicorn started chatting to the purple pegasus.
“Was a simple enough thing, most just needed a bit of disinfectant and some dressing no need for any of the heavier stuff, much less the healing potions. But then you thieves and murderers had to come and ruin it all!” He snarled, the mare trying to shrink back against the examination table at his words.
“I had a good life a simple life. I was going to get married to Shelly. And then you came. You murdered her right in front of me. Turned her to ash without so much as a demand. I would have shared my supplies with you; I have enough for the people of Poplar and then some. Now, now I think it’s time you find out just what those supplies are good for.” The unicorn leaned over and zapped her with a counter spell to the anesthetic, letting her speak for the first time that day.
“Please - please don’t do this, I have a family.” The mare sobbed, her limbs still deadened.
“Oh so you have a family? Well guess what turkey? You killed mine. Now I think it’s time I find out what sort of a mare you are to murder when you know what a family is like.” The scalpel glinted in the pale yellow of his magic as he approached the mare’s stomach, intending to find just what made the pegasus tick.
Carefully, the doctor jabs Stratus in the gut, just above her belly button. Dull pain shoots through her, and she tries to jerk away, only to find nothing below her neck will move. Methodically, the doctor saws down toward her crotch, opening her up like a roll. The flesh barely bleeds from the cut, so sharp the blade is. All she can do is start sobbing as a dull ache fills her barrel, and the feeling of things aren’t as they should be. The mirror attached to the light only makes it worse as she can see her own intestines in all their slimy pale mess.
After the unicorn was done poking and prodding her guts and taking notes on what he found, the magic dragged the scalpel back the other way, cutting her barrel open to just below her throat and exposing her ribcage. Stratus starts hyperventilating, her lungs beating rapidly in the open air as she sees the unicorn levitate out a ripper and flick it on.
“Oh this? You should already know this little tool, seeing as it cut you out of your armor. Now let’s see how it feels when it cuts open your torso.” He placed the whirring teeth at the bottom of the sternum and pulled upward, sending shards of bone scattering around the room as he went. Stratus’s heart beat faster in terror as she felt the grinding and clawing of the teeth in her chest, the spell the doctor put on her keeping her from passing out in terror. With a shuddering crack, he flips the tiny chainsaw sideways, splitting her chest open and giving the pegasus a new pair of wings.
Stratus closes her eyes, pleading for a quick death as the stallion starts to collect samples. He pulls a rib out and cracks it in two, looking at the hollow structure under a microscope as its owner can only stare in mute horror at what has happened to her. Pulling out a small punch, the doctor begins taking biopsies from the vivisection, methodically labeling each cartridge and storing it in a cooler for later examination. All the while he documented what he found into a small recorder, some small notes of triumph as he began to pull at her guts. Grabbing the intestines, Vince pulled it gently into the air taking his time as he went to look over the unraveling mass of yarn. Moving on, he pulled out the rest of her belly, pulling out her liver, kidneys, and bladder as though looking for something. Occasionally she could feel a small twinge as something was cut and morbidly Stratus opened her eyes, expecting to find herself disemboweled.
Instead, she finds everything is still connected, that none of the organs have actually been cut from her body. She remains frozen at the terrifying thought that she is truly getting to know her inner pony, the shock of this breaking down her will, and her bladder suddenly contracts. Spots of clear liquid begin to cover medical bed before being absorbed by the liner. The doctor just hovers over two clamps, sealing your bowels off from relief as he works. Vince just shakes his head in disgust, noting to himself the need to disinfect the bed and floor after this. Moving up, he tugs gently on her lungs, stealing her breath from her as he continues searching and prodding her interior cavity in search of what lets her fly.
Finding nothing he notes that pegasi fly by magical means, just as he already figured. Stratus starts sobbing at this, knowing her captor did this just to punish her, not knowing it was just the opening act.
“You took my wife from me, my foal. Now I swore an oath to never kill, and my word is the only thing I have left now, but I’m not letting you out of here with just an examination.” He floated up a pair of shears before her widening eyes. “I’m going to take from you any hope of having a family again, make you know what loss is like.” He moved the shears down and with two deft snips cut out the pegasus’s ovaries, leaving her forever barren. Finished the doctor went about putting the broken pegasus back together, sans the rib he took for examination.
She didn’t look very good, the sutures large and crude, but they held her together. Her organs didn’t feel right, sitting wrong in her barrel from his examinations. She couldn’t feel her limbs and her wings sat wring from where he had tied her ribcage back together. Vince had no interest in making her life pleasant after what she did. Sure that she would live, he dropped the spell on her and let darkness take her into its fitful embrace. Pushing on her side, he rolled onto her belly, a sound of meat rolling over itself as he did so. Pulling out the scalpel again, he made incisions along her wings, cutting the muscles and tendons she could have used to fly away. She would live; he had made sure of that when he healed her in that suit. He would however have justice for Shelly, for his foal.