Psychopath in Equestria: Chapter 3 (A New Taste)

>You get out of bed feeling slightly woozy.

>Seems Chrysalis wanted a midnight snack.

>Heading to the kitchen you help yourself to the leftovers from the café.

>You could really go for some succulent meat right about now.

>You’re not even finished when you hear a knock at the door.

>Who comes over this early in the morning?

“Coming, give me a minute.”

>You clean off the table, stowing away your knife for future use.

 

>You open the door, a small group of ponies waiting for you.

“Can I help you ladies?”

>The white one is the first to speak up.

>”You are Anon, are you not?” She yawns, “We were told to come fetch you.”

“Told by who?”

>”By Twilight,” the pink one answers.

“Oh, she wants to see me now? I presumed we-“

>”were going meet later? I had hoped so as well, but I do owe that pony.”

>”So where’s the other one?” a rainbow maned pony asks.

 

“What other- Oh, she’s sleeping, but we can go without her. She’s really tired.”

>The white unicorn scoffs, “And WE are not? If I have to sacrifice my beauty sleep, it’s only fair that she does as well.”

>The others silently agree with her. Apparently no one liked this little arrangement Twilight concocted.

“Please come in. She might be a while.”

>They pan out in your living room, muttering amongst themselves. It’d be best not to keep them waiting.

“Sophie! Time to wake up, we have people over!” you shout up the stairs.

>This incites an ‘eep’ from one of your guests, a yellow Pegasus.

 

“Apologies everyone. I didn’t actually get your names.”

>”My name is Rarity. This is Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy.”

>They each introduce themselves, though you could barely hear Fluttershy.

>Chrysalis finally comes downstairs, a bit shocked to see all of them.

>She must have met all of them as well due to her reaction.

>Her introduction is far more inviting as she talks to the others.

>You all head out the door onto to Twilight’s house.

>Best not to keep her waiting.

 

>You get to know them a little better along the way.

>Rarity is a fashion designer and owns a boutique. She plans to steal Sophie away so she can get some more sensible clothing.

>Rainbow Dash is more tomboyish and works the weather around Ponyville. She seems the least distressed about the time, except for Pinkie of course.

>Speaking of her, she’s a pure bundle of energy and joy. She helps manage Sugarcube Corner, a small restraint for those with a sweet tooth.

>Fluttershy never really opened up to you, leaving the others to fill in the gaps. She lives outside of town and loves animals apparently.

>You see Twilight and Applejack up ahead talking.

 

>”Well howdy there partner, nice to see you again.”

“Applejack, Twilight, pleasure.”

>”I said I’d make it up to you, and here I am to do it.”

“I think we all wouldn’t have minded this taking place a couple hours from now.”

>She ignores your comment, “I thought it would be a great idea if we all hung out together. You don’t have any friends here yet, so here’s your chance to make some.”

>Yes make some friends. This’ll turn out well.

>Oh what do you like doing? I enjoy to flay human beings, you?

>There’s a reason you didn’t have any real friends before.

 

“I appreciate the gesture, but as a personal preference, I like to keep to myself.”

>”Now now,” Chrysalis retorts, “Just give it a shot. I’m sure everything will turn out.”

>She just loves to press your buttons.

“Indeed it might. So Twilight, what will we be doing today?”

>She comes up blank, not thinking this far ahead.

“Anyone have any ideas?”

>Rainbow Dash shoves her hoof in Pinkie’s mouth before she could speak.

>”No parties today Pinkie.”

“Nice save, anything else?”

 

>You toss around a few ideas, none of which quite stick.

>”We could play a game!” Pinkie says.

“That’s new, let’s go with that. What game?”

>”How about Red Rover?”

“Not enough people.”

>”Buck Wild? Pony Adventure?”

“You lost me there, anything I might actually know?”

>”Oooh hide and seek! I love that game.”

“Sounds good to me.”

 

>Rainbow volunteers to go first and the rest of us dart in different directions.

>You jump into a bale of hay to bide your time.

>You feel like a little kid again whose free from life’s woes.

>A blur passes above you. Seems the game has begun.

>Other citizens of Ponyville begin to make their rounds, unaware of your presence.

>It’d be so easy… They’d never see you coming.

>No, not yet. Patience is a virtue.

 

>You can make out Rainbow Dash high in the sky searching for you all.

>Fluttershy is tip-toeing around trying to find a nice spot.

>She’ll get caught if she doesn’t hide right now.

>You reach out and grab her, pulling her in with you as you cup your hand over her mouth.

>She lets out another gasp, but is muffled by your hand.

>Upon seeing you she relaxes and ceases to struggle.

>So vulnerable…

 

>You move your hand down to her neck and gently squeeze, memorizing every muscle and tendon.

>You can feel her veins throb as blood shoots through them.

>Her spine is fragile, just the right amount of pressure could-

>”Excuse me…”

“S-sorry.” You release her and pull your hands away from the blade in your shoe.

>This isn’t like you, control yourself.

 

>”Gotcha!” Rainbow yells as she tosses you out of the hay.

>”I got Anon!” The other ponies convene back to you.

“Don’t get cocky Dash.”

>”Let’s do it again!” Pinkie exclaims forcing a smile on your face.

“Alright, 29… 28…”

>They’re off like little bullets as they stow themselves away.

>Finding them shouldn’t be too difficult. Each of them has their little kinks of predictability.

>Rarity is somewhere clean, Flutteryshy with nature, Rainbow elevated, etc…

>You enter a dark alley thinking it’d be a good place to find one of them.

 

>Dead end, just your luck. You turn back, Chrysalis blocks the entrance.

“You know you’re supposed to hide.”

>”So what did you do back there?” she asks with a devilish grin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

>”I felt that urge… that lust you had back in the cave. How delicious.”

>She walks towards you, her eyes lighting up.

>”Feel it again won’t you.” Best not to anger the lady.

>You recall your encounter with Fluttershy, her blood pulsing, muscles, bones. Every little detail coming back to you.

 

>”There it is,” she puts her head against yours, “Relax…”

>Her presence is noted once more as she begins to siphon away, empowering herself with your help.

>In this light she looks just like Sophie did in that dark alley.

>You squeeze her arms as you relive that day, feeling everything.

>Chrysalis hums away at your offering, enjoying every second.

>You can see it so clearly in your mind. Sophie, lying there, soaked in her blood. Beautiful.

 

>Her eyes dim, “You can let go now.”

>You have no intention of doing so. This moment is yours.

>”I said,” blasting you off of her, “let go.”

>You’re jerked out of your memory and back into the real world.

>You struggle to get up, your legs trembling.

>She helps you to your feet, “What’s wrong?”

>She’s worried, and for the first time in a long time so are you.

“I’m fine.” You both knew you weren’t.

“Game’s over guys!”

 

>With her help you managed to reach a table nearby while everyone got back.

>They all notice your condition, but Rarity is the first to say anything.

>”Are you alright? What happened?”

“I fell is all, I’ll be okay don’t you worry.” You smile sheepishly.

>Fluttershy shakes her head, “You did that before too, a little fall couldn’t have done that.”

>You can’t remember shaking before. Did you?

>”So you know what’s wrong with him?”

 

>Fluttershy examines you, feeling for broken bones or some such thing.

>”No I don’t, there’s nothing physically wrong.”

“Then I just need to rest. That’ll fix me up.”

>You manage to stand alone though with added difficulty.

“Sorry to cut our fun short. Sophie can mingle with you all; don’t stop the presses on my account. Consider us even Twilight.”

>The others bid you farewell and let you leave at your behest.

>Your legs don’t make it easy, but you eventually reach home.

 

>Rest is one thing on your mind, but you know that’s not going to help.

>It’ll only delay the inevitable thirst you possess.

>You need another hit, something to keep you going for the time being.

>You take out your knife and walk over to the sink.

>Blood drips from the laceration, quenching your inner fire.

>The sight is enough to calm your shaking body.

>This won’t last very long though. You need a more significant bounty.

 

>You douse the wound with water embracing the painful sensations as they shoot upwards.

>You wrap it up with a piece of cloth and tighten it to restrict blood flow.

“Time’s up.”

>Licking the knife clean of the coppery fluid you return it to its home.

>Heading back out the door somepony is going to have an interesting day.

>Like a good neighbor, Psycho Anon is there.

 

>You stick to the alleys, not knowing where the other might be.

>Plenty of possible victims line the streets going about their business.

>A small family exits a nearby house, two children and a soon to be due mother.

>Buy one get one free. It’s tempting, but she wouldn’t put up much of a fight.

>Besides that, it’s in bad taste to leave the children parentless.

>That brings up all sorts of trouble of long reaching effects you’d rather not deal with.

>Little Timmy won’t get that chance. Not like he’d have any at all.

 

>You get to the second floor of the building, using the stones to hoist yourself up.

>You quickly get into cover as you see Rainbow Dash fly upwards.

>They’re still playing that game huh? Could make things interesting…

>She zooms past completely oblivious to your presence. Her brain not as toned as her brawn.

>Stealthing along the roof you continue to canvass the area.

>There’s another house that looks appealing.

 

>You peer into a nearby window, an old couple inside.

>And where there are old people there’s probably…

>A stallion walks into the room carrying a platter on his back.

>He sets it down and helps the couple with their food.

>Do-Gooders always put up a good fight.

>”Mr. Martin, you’ve been too kind.”

>”Please ma’am, I’m more than happy to help.”

>Can’t tell if really nice, or a lying ass.

 

>”There you go again, why don’t you take the rest of the day off. You deserve it young’un.”

>”Much appreciated, same time tomorrow.”

>You slink away from the window leaving the elderly alone.

>The elderly are the few that have earned your respect and admiration.

>They merely seek peace, and not the type you offer.

>Martin exits the house and heads where you presume is his home.

>You stick to the roof, dodging Dash whenever she comes near.

 

>Martin seems to be an upstanding stallion, helping the elderly and other little tid-bits of kindness.

>He slips inside his home, briefly looking around which struck you as odd.

>What could he be concerned about?

>A clunk signals him locking the door forbidding a forward entrance, not like you’d choose that anyways.

>The hay cushions the impact as you leap across to his abode.

>Most of the windows are locked, but a side one appears to be slightly open.

>Quickly and quietly you squeeze into the slot, finding yourself in his upstairs bedroom.

 

>You draw your knife and make your way through the house.

>You hear him open and shut a door, his hoofs fading from earshot.

>Wherever he went it probably will keep his attention for some time.

>Enough time to fuck with his head a little as you scour for information.

>You flip through folders, books, photo albums, anything you can use.

>He runs a tight ship that’s for sure. He keeps to himself, no ties to others that you can see.

>About to walk out you notice a concealed box beneath his bed. How quaint.

 

>You head down the stairs and wait for your host.

>A familiar set of hooves echoes from behind the doors.

>He opens the door and stares at you sprawled in one of his seats.

>”Who are you? Get out of my house.”

“Why so tense Martin? Is something wrong?”

>He shuts the door behind him, blocking the entrance.

>”I won’t say it again. Get out or I’ll have the authorities do it for you.”

>You let out a laugh, wiping away a tear out of your eye.

“We both know that’s not going to happen.”

 

>You toss a bundle of photos across the table.

“Been quite busy haven’t you?”

>”W-where did you get those?”

“Tip for future use. If you want something hidden, keep it in a secret compartment, not under your bed like a child.”

>His face grows redder by the second. Apparently he thought he was hot shit.

“I never pegged you for a- What’s the term in pony society? Filly fiddler? Sounds right to me.”

>”You turn me in, and you’ll go down with me.” This elicits another small chuckle.

 

“I have no intention of turning you in Mr. Martin, don’t worry about that…”

>”Then why-“

“I plan to bring you into the next life,” you say with a smile.

>You throw the knife, imbedding it mere inches from his skull.

“But I’m a good sport, and I’ll give you a chance to fight back. Good enough for you?”

>”I’m going to enjoy this far more than I should.”

“We’ll see…”

 

>He charges toward you sloppily, giving you more than enough time to side step.

“Come now Martin, don’t waste my time.” You beckon him, trying to get a good fight out of him.

>He grunts and charges at you again, this time spinning on his forehooves before he reaches you.

>He bucks you against the chest which knocks you back a ways.

“There we go, maybe next time I’ll try and dodge it.”

>You meet his charge with a brief leg sweep, knocking him over.

 

“Dammit Martin. At least put up a chall-“

>One of his forehooves smash against your jaw with an audible pop.

>It wasn’t enough force to dislocate it, but enough to worry.

>”Tip for future use. Never let your guard down.”

>You slam your shoe atop his genitals, Martin groaning in response.

“Hypocrites always pay the worst good sir.”

>He twitches violently as he tries to subdue the thriving pain.

 

>You run your hand over his spine, finding the vulnerable spot like you did with Fluttershy.

“I tend to be better at reading people, but there’s always an exception.”

>You find the sweet spot as you align yourself accordingly.

“You won’t die right away. No sir, for what you’ve done, you are privileged to receive my more ‘personal’ treatments.”

>You bring down a sickening chop against his spine, the rest of him falling limp.

>He still has a pulse, though barely noticeable.

“Now how about we see what’s in door number two.”

 

>The musky air fills your lungs as you descend the stairs.

>You can’t see any windows; he probably has a light switch around here.

>You stumble about in the dark feeling the walls for anything to illuminate this place.

>Hushed breathing catches your ear. You’re not alone.

>You swear if that’s what you think it is…

>A metallic box comes across your fingers as you tug at the lever.

>The lights crack to life, casting aside the darkness.

 

>Your heart, what’s left of it anyways, sinks at the sight.

>You’ve done some messed up shit, you’re not denying that, but this crosses the line.

>She doesn’t say anything, simply whimpering at your presence.

>She must think you’re that bastard Martin. Fucking filly fiddlers.

>Deepening your voice, you try and talk to her.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe now. The mean man is gone.”

>She doesn’t reply, the gag silencing her.

 

>You undo it, bringing a glass of water to her dry lips.

>She gulps it down like she hasn’t had any in days, which might actually be true.

“What’s your name child?”

>”Dai- Daisy *cough* Mane.”

“Listen to me Daisy, the man who did this to you won’t hurt you anymore.”

>You undo the ropes binding her little wings and pet her gently.

“When I undo these bounds, I want you to get home as fast as you can. You need to be strong for me okay. Tell them what happened here, every detail.”

>Tears flow through her blindfold at the very thought.

 

>You give her a reassuring hug, trying to help her out.

“It hurts, I know, but you have to do it. When I take off the blindfold, go up the stairs and don’t look back. Promise me.”

>”I promise.”

>Taking your knife you cut off her harnesses and move behind her.

>Undoing her blindfold she instantly takes off as instructed.

>”Thank you,” she manages to say through her tears.

>You hear the door slam and run back up the stairs not wasting a second.

>She’ll take a while to get back, but company will be here shortly.

 

>You hoist Martin’s unconscious body over your shoulder and head out the back.

>You spot a cart nearby and dump his body inside.

>It’s full of various pony candy, likely how he enticed Daisy in the first place.

“You twisted fuck, have some standards.”

>Flinging the tarp overtop you pull away on the outskirts of town, making sure no one spots you.

>Thankfully you don’t have to enter town, as your own house was at the edge.

>You wrap him up in the tarp and toss him on your back porch, depositing the cart on the other side of Ponyville.

 

>Picking him up when you return, you head into your own basement.

>It’s not quite as damp and creepy as his, but it’ll serve its purpose for now.

>You tie him up the same way he did for Daisy, borrowing a few tools he had lying around.

>The urge to end his pedophillian ass is almost too great to refuse, but that would be doing him unnecessary justice.

>Gagging him, you head back up the stairs and lay down on the couch.

>Right about now the authorities will have found Martin’s stash and collection of photos.

>You did something good by doing something bad. Turns out you’re the one with the interesting day. What a twist!

 

>You wake up a few hours later with Chrysalis poking at your abdomen.

>”Wakey wakey sleepy head.”

>You smile lightly and get up.

>”Look who’s up and about now? That nap really did help.”

“This helped more,” you say raising the red bandage around your hand.

>”Why would you do that!?” she yells.

“Calm down, it was a temporary solution, nothing more. I have everything under control.”

>”I’m sure you do.”

 

>You remember your guest down below.

“I have something to show you,” you say walking towards the basement.

>”A surprise? Anon you shouldn’t have…”

>You lead her down, flicking on the light.

>Martin seems to have awoken, writhing around desperately in his chains.

“Chrysalis, I’d like you to meet Martin. He’ll be staying with us for a while.”

>”This- this is-“

 

“Word travels fast now doesn’t it? This is that Martin, the one and only.”

>”But he looks so… normal.”

“We tend to seem that way, and I use the term ‘we’ very loosely as we’re nothing alike.”

>”Not everyone can be as upstanding as you Anon.”

“Ain’t that the truth?”

>A devilish grin creeps across her face.

>”Well,” she says morphing back into her original form, “Let’s not keep our guest waiting.”

>In Anon’s house, no one can hear you scream.