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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br />Be Spike. The Dragon.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were just about to head out to the bakery for Twilight when you heard something strange from behind her bedroom door.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was something wet sounding. Kind of gross, really. It made you think of noodles for some reason.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And every so often, you could hear little gasps, and the sound of heavy breathing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand there, not sure if you should check or not. I mean, you've heard stuff like this before, and Twilight seemed fine to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even if she did seem a little breathless sometimes</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You decide to ignore it for now, and turn to leave, wondering if there were any specials going on at Pinkie's place.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ahh!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hear Twilight cry out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you hear a heavy thud</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;ohpoop.jpg</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Delicious pastries can wait, for now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You open the door.</span><br />&quot;Twilight, are you ok? I heard a....a...&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You falter somewhat, and blink your eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You were expecting Twilight to be in bed with the covers over her, like that one time you came in to talk about rarity. She was kinda mad at you for some reason. Mares are weird like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Instead, she&quot;s lying on the cold floor, surrounded by books, notes, various sharp tools&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and blood</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;So much blood</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight smiles up at you from the floor, nervously.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s hard to make out though, on account of all the blood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Seriously it&quot;s everywhere.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the floor, on her bed, on her face, her wings, her coat, her legs-</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh Celestia, Twilight&quot;s back legs are missing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;One&quot;s lying beside her, cut into small pieces</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the other is floating in a purple glow, blood still oozing from it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight sees you staring at it. She attempts to shrug with her two remaining limbs, which proves difficult when you&quot;re trying to support yourself with them.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Spike! Hi! Haha, hah&quot;I, uh, thought I asked you to go out?&quot; says Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You continue to stare. Twilight is visibly sweating.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I&quot;m fine, haha! Sorry about the noise. I forgot I had taken the other leg off earlier, so I fell. Whoops! Haha.&quot;</span><br />Am I ok? You&quot;re asking if I&quot;M ok?!&quot; you ask<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Spike, I&quot;m fine, honest. I&quot;m an alicorn now. That means&quot;well, you know how Princess Celestia is 1000 years old? That&quot;s because she&quot;s immortal. All Alicorns are.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Right. Ok. And that explains this&quot;how?&quot; You ask, waving at her discarded limbs<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Don&quot;t you see what this means? That means this is the perfect opportunity to learn about the pony body! I&quot;ve already dissected my back leg. There&quot;s so much more to anatomy than what the drawings tell you! For instance, in the average leg, there are-&quot;</span><br />&quot;Twilight, you cut your own legs off!&quot; you almost shout. &quot;You&quot;re covered in blood! This is&quot;weird! Doesn&quot;t it hurt? Will it grow back? What if-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It&quot;s ok, Spike, really. I can put myself back together again. I checked with the princesses. Well, Luna cut Celestia&quot;s head off, which was kind of a shock, but then Celestia borrowed a guard&quot;s spear and shoved it into her-uh, long story short, it&quot;s all fine.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You stand there, unconvinced. She crawls towards you, propelling herself slightly with her wings, and gives you a hug.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;m sorry for scaring you, Spike.&quot; She says, softly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel her warm blood covering your scales. You can smell it, even.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slowly return the hug.</span><br />&quot;Whatever you say, Twilight. I trust you.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Great! Well, while you&quot;re here, can you write down some notes? I&quot;ll have my hooves full for most of this, so to speak.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Well, you were her assistant&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spend the next half hour or so writing down Twilight&quot;s notes as she studied her own legs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She was as happy as a pig in mud, as Applejack would say.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Humming little tunes to herself as she peels the skin off her foreleg like a furry sock, occasionally levitating a hanky to her face to wipe away the blood.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Wow, the forelegs are so different to the hindlegs! Look at this, Spike!&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wow, amazing.&quot; You say, recoiling slightly as she waves one half of her own hoof in front of you<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve just about gotten used to the sight and smell of blood, at least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hope she&quot;s got a spell to clean all this up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At this point, Twilight is totally limbless, save for her wings.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;If it wasn&quot;t for the red, raw stumps on her torso, she would look ridiculous, like a duck at rest.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As it was it was just a bit gross.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilighly suddenly let out a massive yawn.</span><br />&quot;Oooh, I feel pretty tired now. Must be the blood loss&quot;I might go for a power nap. Then we can get started on the really interesting stuff!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She hovers up with her wings and gently floats into bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It must be easier to fly, at least&quot; you say. Twilight giggles, and beckons for you to join her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel like a little snooze as well, actually. You jump up and join her, snuggling against her warm, limbless body.</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s dark when you wake</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel very warm</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel fur and feather on your scales</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But also something else. Something alien. Wet. Large and circular, just by your claw</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You force your eyes open and investigate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh yeah, you went for a nap with Twilight. She&quot;s still asleep</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh yeah, you remember what you were doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look up at the weird thing your outstretched claw was touching</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s a big red stump, right where her right foreleg should be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can see the bone, even, right in the middle</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it&quot;s cause you&quot;re just waking up, but you&quot;re not as freaked out as you feel you should be</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Or maybe Twilight&quot;s sense of morbid curiosity was rubbing off on you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;either way, you experimentally tap the bone with your claw</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s cold and hard, the opposite of the warm, moist meat surrounding it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spend a few moments gently tracing these new textures</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight giggles in her sleep. It must tickle.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You slightly increase the pressure. It&quot;s not long before she wakes up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at you hazily, but you soon see recollection flash across her face.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, hi Spike. Is it&quot;morning?&quot;</span><br />&quot;More like evening. We went for a nap, remember?&quot; you correct her.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, that&quot;s right. We were, uh, studying.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, studying you. Until you ran out of limbs, that is.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight turns over, splaying her wings out on the bed.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I&quot;ve still got these to look at. I&quot;m still learning things about mine, and now I get to get to study them in-depth!&quot; she says, smiling.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Yup, she&quot;s still into this. Guess that&quot;s what you&quot;ll be helping her with today.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit up, surverying the room. It looks like something out of a horror movie.</span><br />&quot;Can we clean this up, first? It&quot;s starting to smell really bad.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight rolls out of bed, yelping as she hits the ground. She starts starts to hover in place with her wings, and concentrates.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her magic starts to work its&quot;magic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The congealed blood is soon gone, leaving the floor relatively spotless once more.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;What remained of her legs were neatly set to the side</span><br />&quot;Aren&quot;t you gonna put those back on?&quot; you ask. Twilight wiggles her limbless torso<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, I kind of like the novelty of not having any right now. Trust me, this is just the start!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You chuckle nervously. You hope she knows what she&quot;s doing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t look to closely at Twilight while she&quot;s hovering like that.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s a little&quot;exposed, with her legs in the way.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Nothing you haven&quot;t seen before. It just seemed rude to stare, is all&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, shall we begin?&quot;</span><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you get yourselves some snacks from the fridge, twilight lays down on a cushion on the floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She picks up a small saw with her magic. Then she looks at you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Spike, would you like to do the honours?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Are you serious?&quot; You ask.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Just thought you might be curious. It&quot;s ok if you don&quot;t want to, I can do it-&quot;</span><br />&quot;No no, I can do it.&quot; <span class="co4">&gt; You say, suddenly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re not entirely sure why. But it&quot;s true. You are curious.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Not often you get asked to perform a little surgery.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Shrugging to yourself, you tentatively pick up the saw. You&quot;ve never used one before, but you&quot;ve seen ponies use them. Simple enough,right?</span><br />&quot;<span class="co4">&gt;Now, try to cut as close to the base as possible. Let the saw do the work.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She guides you like this as you start to cut-slowly at first, then quickly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She betrays no sign of any real pain. Was it a spell, or a potion? You forgot to ask, you were so caught up in the act.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It was like you were watching yourself do something unimaginable.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re not sure if you like it or not. You feel&quot;.something, and it&quot;s a strong feeling, as you cut through flesh and bone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It honestly doesn&quot;t take long before you&quot;re holding Twilight&quot;s wing in your claws, blood trickling from the wound. It&quot;s surprisingly heavy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well done, Spike! You&quot;re a natural!&quot; says Twilight.</span><br />&quot;Uh&quot;thanks&quot; <span class="co4">&gt;you say. You offer the wing to her, lamely.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot; Now, get ready to take some notes.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do so, clearing your mind as best you could and dutifully writing down what you hear as Twilight takes her beautiful wing apart.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Cutting parts off, striping the feathers away, holding it this way and that as she looked at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then she did the other wing. You sawed that one off too. It was even easier this time.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight was now just a head on a torso. And a tail, you guess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Before you had found her weird and gross. But now she looked oddly cute.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Vulnerable, even. She looked completely helpless. She would be, if it wasn&quot;t for her horn.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had always seen Twilight as this protective, powerful figure. Now she was stripping herself away.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel funny&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Only question now was&quot;what part of her was next?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your question is answered when Twilight rolls over onto her back, exposing her belly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She sticks her tongue out as she drags a scalpel down her abdomen.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s so sudden that by the time you realize what she&quot;s doing, it&quot;s already happened</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her intestines spill out of the cut, helped along by her magic.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Fittingly enough, you feel your own stomach turn a bit at the site.</span><br />&quot;Oh, that&quot;s nasty, Twilight. Warn me if you&quot;re gonna do that, huh?&quot; you protest.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She looks at you as if you&quot;ve said something particularly silly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, what did you expect?&quot; retorts the purple alicorn. &quot;I did say I wanted to study myself.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, yeah, but-&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;And you just seen me take my own legs and wings aparts, is this really all that much worse?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh&quot;a little bit? It&quot;s definitely more gross.&quot; You say, as she continues to spool her own entrails out.<br />&quot;Oh quit being a baby and straighten these out for me. Did you have any idea how long the small intestine is?&quot;<br />&quot;No. I bet you do though.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She did.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She practically squeed when the measurements matched up to what was in her books.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;After you were done with them, she severed the ends and coiled them up like a big rope.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There were still plenty of other squishy things inside of her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, the kidneys! Surprisingly complex.&quot;</span><br />&quot;<span class="co4">&gt;Ah, the liver! And I think that&quot;s&quot;yes, the spleen!&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;and so on, with you writing down whatever facts she starts to rhyme off about each one.</span><br />&quot;What&quot;s this one?&quot; you ask, holding up a small, round thing. Something sloshed inside it.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That&quot;s the bladder. I&quot;d put that one down&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do, hurriedly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wish you had gloves for this</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Soon her stomach area was completely empty save for her pelvis and spine.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And something else&quot;</span><br />&quot;Hey, this thing looks kind of weird.&quot; You say, prodding it with your claw.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;B-Be be careful with that, Spike!&quot; Twilight says.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You study it carefully, your face practically inside her hollowed out abdomen. You trace your claw down it, fascinated.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Two little white balls attatched to a rubbery thing, that was connected to a fleshy tube, that led to&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;An opening&quot;</span><br />&quot;Oh, eww, that&quot;s your girly bits!&quot; you say, recoiling in horror and embarrassment.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;It&quot;s called the uterus, Spike,every mare has one.&quot; Says Twilight. She&quot;s acting calm,but you can tell she&quot;s embarrassed too.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Theres an awkward silence as she removes it herself, gently setting it down next to its fellow organs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You subconsciously cross your legs as you stare at it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ok,moving on then&quot; Twilight says at last. &quot;This could be a bit tricky, so just give me a moment&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The alicorn produces a large saw, much larger than the one you were using earlier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold her by the sides and keep her steady as she saws her ribcage in half.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a while, and the sound of bone being sawed through makes you feel a little nauseous again.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can feel the vibrations go right through you as you hold her.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When it&quot;s done, she pulls her ribcage apart with her magic, exposing her beating heart and two pulsing lungs.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Watching them reminds you of a clock. Maybe it&quot;s the rhythm of the heart.</span><br />&quot;Twilight&quot;that&quot;s your heart.&quot; You say.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;It sounds simply but the fact astounds you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She asks you if you&quot;d like to touch it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hesistate,but you do.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s hot in your hands. It feels powerful, and yet fragile, all at once.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You know that Twilight&quot;simmortal or whatever, but you&quot;re gripped with a sudden, instinctual fear, and let go suddenly, backing away from the dissected pony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your claws are bright crimson. You look down at them like they were mirrors.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You ok, number one assistant?&quot; asks Twilight, sincerely.</span><br />&quot;Y-Yeah, just&quot;weirded out a little.&quot;<br />Twilight continues on with her study<br /><span class="co4">&gt;With only a slight moment of hesitation, she removes her heart, turning it over this way and that, even giving it a few squeezes with her magic, before setting it aside</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When her lungs come out you hear her breathing get funny for a moment, like she has to concentrate on it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her torso is now devoid of organs. You think you might be done for today, but then she starts removing her ribs, one at a time</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then the rest of her skeleton. The hip bone comes out in one big piece, the skin and muscle left drooping on the floor, still attached</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As she peels the spine away from her back muscles, she asks you to saw it off at the neck.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;re going to cut her head off</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In a way, she&quot;s just a head and a spine right now anyway</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Everything else lies scattered around the room</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You shrug and pick up the saw</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Holding her head down with one claw, you saw through the bone where she asks you</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When it&quot;s done, you pick her up, holding her up to your face</span><br />&quot;You&quot;re still kinda heavy&quot; you say.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She rolls her eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Thank you, Spike.&quot; She says, sarcastically. &quot;Now, I want to try something. Take out one of my eyes for me, would you?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Sure thing.&quot; You say, almost casually.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There should be a spoon for you to use nearby&quot;</span><br />&quot;Wow, you really did plan ahead&quot;heh, ahead! Get it?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;She groans. Whatever, that was a good one.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You do indeed find a spoon, and dig it behind her right eye</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With some leverage, the eye pops out of its socket, dangling by a weird stringy thing</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight immediately severs it, then groans as she holds it with her magic</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Oh, half my vision just went dark. I was hoping I could use them like cameras, so I could watch as we study my head. Now I don&quot;t know if I can&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The little pony head pouts, clearly annoyed.</span><br />&quot;What if I get a mirror?&quot; you offer.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;That&quot;s a great idea! There should be one in the drawer over there.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You tiptoe past a kidney, her spine and half a foreleg and retrieve the mirror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;On the way back you step on something squishy.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look down</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve stood on her&quot;mare parts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;some sort of juice dribbles out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel funny again</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Everything ok back there, Spike?&quot; asks Twilight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She can&quot;t feel it anymore</span><br />&quot;Uh, sure! Coming!&quot; you say, quickly.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold the mirror in front of her face as she lies on a pillow.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She puts her eye back in her socket with her magic, and blinks.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Ah, my sight&quot;s back to normal! See, that&quot;s all I need to heal up. Neat, huh?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Yeah, that&quot;s pretty cool&quot; you admit.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight beams, clearly pleased.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Have to admit, I was a bit worried that wouldn&quot;t work&quot;.&quot; She says. &quot;Would have been kind of a problem.&quot;</span><br />&quot;We&quot;d have needed a lotta glue&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You both laugh. Then she looks at you oddly.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Spike, try cutting my horn off.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, don&quot;t you kinda need that?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Only in the same way that I &quot;kind of&quot; need my legs.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Well, yeah&quot;Ok, I guess&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick up a saw, then turn to the head in front of you. You&quot;re not sure what the best angle for this is</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You turn her over and around, testing some out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When you put her face up, you notice her neck stump, with a gaping hole for her throat. Weird.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Eventually you settle on awkwardly holding her down with one claw and sawing with the other.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She complains, but hey, it&quot;s not your fault you&quot;re small. And this wasn&quot;t your idea.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her horn is easier to cut through than you thought it would be. Not as hard as her other bones.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;it clatters to the floor and rolls away, leaving a circle of smooth purple on her forehead</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight giggles</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Hah, I tried to pick it up with my magic. Haha&quot;&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You pick it up and show it to her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s treated everything with detachment, but you can see how strange she finds this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s literally helpless now. Just a head. No limbs, no wings, no magic. Nothing.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well, let&quot;s keep going. Keep taking things off, Spike, then catalogue them. When I&quot;m completely in pieces, take a photo, then follow the list backwards so we can get me back together again.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why take a photo?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Well&quot;because I want one! This is super cool, right?&quot;</span><br />&quot;Uh, sure.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;At Twilight&quot;s suggestion, you lop her ears off first, making sure to show them off in the mirror.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then you add them to your big list of body parts, which is impressively long now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She can&quot;t really hear you anymore, so you&quot;re not talking much now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight words &quot;jaw&quot; to you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel around her until you find the hinges, then slice them away</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her tongue lolls out when her lower jaw comes off. It&quot;s bigger than you thought. Wet and warm.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Off it comes. Your claw get slimy very quickly as you roll it up.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave her eyes in right now. She&quot;d want to at least see everything.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Next comes Twilight&quot;s purple mane. You peel the skin away from her skull, exposing the white bone.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You set the long hair aside and work on peeling away the rest of the flesh on her head</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You try to be funny and put her face over your own. She can&quot;t really laugh though, or show any emotions anymore, so it&quot;s a bit wasted on her. But you laugh anyway, before tossing her face away like a napkin.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s now just a skull with eyes.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You saw around the top of her skull, just and pull the cap off like you&quot;re a waiter revealing a dish</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her pink brain is now exposed</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You run a claw along the rim of her skull cavity, before touching the brain itself.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s like a firm jelly</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Carefully, you lift it out, making sure the eyes stayed connected. Didn&quot;t want to leave her blind.</span><br />You set the brain down next to her skull on the pillow.<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You realise that you have now completely dismantled Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s just a brain now.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You guess you could start slicing into the brain&quot;but you&quot;d rather Twilight was here to talk you through it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You survey the room, body parts taking up nearly all available floor space.</span><br />&quot;...Aww, man, I just realised I&quot;m going to have to put all this back together now&quot;.<br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just as Twilight requested, you fetch a camera and take a few pictures, trying to capture everything</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;A shot of her limbs and wings, each one in a different state of dismemberment</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Her organs, all coiled and squished together, the intestines like a great coiled snake.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Various bits of her skeleton, like her ribs, spine, pelvis and the now empty skull</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You point the camera at her brain, staring into her violet eyes</span><br />&quot;Say cheese, Twilight!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You go to take one of her womb, then hesitate</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Twilight&quot;s eyes are facing in another direction from where you are</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She can&quot;t feel anything, so she wouldn&quot;t mind if you checked something, would she?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;s not the only one who gets to be curious about things</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You leave the camera and pick up her uterus with your claws, examining it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look at the entrance t the tube at the botttom, and poke a claw inside of it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s damp and quite tight</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Removing the digit, you see that it&quot;s sticky</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lick it off. Tastes not bad, actually&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You feel something stirring</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your little dragon cock springs into action</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even you, na&quot;ve as you are, realize that this is kind of messed up</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;maybe you should stop. Just put Twilight back together like she asked.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You can maybe ask her about this stuff later</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;But Twilight&quot;s never been very comfortable talking about this kind of stuff. She&quot;s never had a &quot;special somepony&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And right now you could do whatever you wanted and she&quot;d never know&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give in to temptation</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You raise her vagina to your face and kiss it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your long tongue laps at the inner walls</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It&quot;s still warm, somehow</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You meet a barrier of some sort, and bang your tongue against it for a bit before retreating</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It tastes good. Very good.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Do they all taste like this?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You spot the discarded pelt of her torso lying on the ground</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It doesn&quot;t take long for you to reattach her lower lips to her vagina. You wrap some skin and fur around the rest of it.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hold it in your hand, a purple tube with a bulge at one end and a pretty hole at the other. It looks much more inviting now&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You lower it to your cock.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don&quot;t know why you&quot;re being so gentle. She can&quot;t feel it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You look across the room at the lonely looking lump of grey matter, staring at a wall</span><br />&quot;Sorry, Twi. I just&quot;I need to know&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You penetrate her</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Oh man, that feels great.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You&quot;ve only really just learned about jacking off, but this? Way better</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The circumstances just seem to make it hotter too. Crazier.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You roughly pump it up and down along your cock</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;This all must have been working you up, all along, because you already feel close</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Your speed increases. You stop feeling so guilty and lose yourself in it</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The room is filled with the sound of your wet slaps and grunts</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Then your long, embarrassingly loud moan as you cum deep inside Twilight&quot;s womb</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You sit down, overwhelmed, still holding her marehood with one hand</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And you think about what you just did</span><br />&quot;Oh&quot;oh man&quot;Twi&quot;&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;After collecting yourself, you rush to the bathroom and rinse her sex out under a tap</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You give yourself a little face-wash, try to get your composure back</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;then you go back inside.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Time to get back to work. She isn&quot;t going to fix herself, after all</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She&quot;ll never find out, you tell yourself, as you put her brain back into her skull</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Just act calm.</span></div></div>




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