[GORE] FillieFoods Co. - By 4PP138100M and FracturedFlow

>You are Anon, owner and CEO of FillieFoodsCo., a food for fillies and foals
>{From fillies and foals}
>unlike most CEOs, you have a hands-on approach to creating your products
>Today, you are going to survey the ponyville-based plant
>But first, to have a healthy breakfast of 4PP138100M Crunch
[>Afterwards, you head out for the plant, but not before making sure Derpy gets your check for Celestia
>All you had to do was provide her with five-hundred bits a month, plus unlimited Sweetie Belle Swirl, and she looked the other way at you little enterprise
>Pretty good deal, all things considered
>As you head to the plant, you ponder how you could make your enterprise more productive
>Perhaps if you added a wing for making glue...
>Or Gelatin, these ponies didn't have Jello, so no one would expect them to be made from [spoiler]magic[spoiler]
>Reaching the gleaming glass walls of the factory, you go to open the front door
>Only the main reception area's walls were glass
>It wouldn't do to have see though walls in the processing section
>"Here, let me g-get that for you sir"
>Fluttershy, one of your higher supervisors, opens the door for you
>She didn't mind the job, she would do anything for you

>You stride past her, ignoring her sniveling
>You have more important things to do
"Fluttershy. Is the next 'volenteer' ready for the processing?"
>"Um, n-no, s-sir"
>You feel a surge of irritation, but at the same time a bit of glee
>It's been a while since you've prepped a new product
>You stride past the main desk, and through the double doors marked "Employees only"
>You continue down the corridor, past many doors where a variety of moans and screams can be heard
>Through another door marked Level 3 employees only, and down the hallway marked "Holding rooms"
>Fluttershy speaks up behind you
>"U-uhm, room three sir."
Wait outside Fluttershy, I'd like to do this alone
>You punch in the combination in the keypad, and walk in
>You hear Fluttershy sniffing the air where you were just standing....
>Ugh
>The lights flick on, and you see a filly strapped to a table
>She's struggling, but the binds prevent her from moving too much
>"Ya better let me go, or there's gonna be a reckoning ya wont ferget!"
>You walk in, and sit down beside the table
"Is all this resistance really necessary?"
>She stops thrashing and turns to look at you

>"Ya can go stick your head in a blender, monkey man!"
>You sigh; you hoped that this could be civil
Look, we can fight all day about who's putting who in a blender, but the reality is, I'm in charge here.
>She starts to whimper and whine
Just think about it, you'll be giving many little fillies and foals all over equestria a healthy, nutritious breakfeast
>Through her tears she says
>"You'll never git away with this! When my big sister Applejack finds me, shes gunna buck you into next week!"
Yeah, sure. One farm pony will get past thirty unicorn guards. Come on, its time to go.
>"Ah don't wanna!"
Come on, it'll be fun!
>You lean in and whisper
You MIGHT even get your cutie mark!
>She tenses up
>"N-no... not lahk this...!"
"But what if this is your true calling? What if this is the only way?"
>She looks scared, and the tears start flowing faster from her face
>"Ah... Ah dont know!"
"Oh, don't be like that. Well, before we continue this, take a drink; you must be thirsty. Try some of this."
>You offer her a beverage, a straw in it so she can drink while in the restraints
>She looks at you warily, before taking a sip

>Her eyes light up
>"This is delicious!"
>She drinks it thirstily, guzzling the drink down
>A terrible, awful grin splits your face
>She sees your twisted smile and immediately knows something is wrong
>She spits out what little she hasn't swallowed
>"Wh-what did ya do?!"
>You chuckle
"Oh, nothing at all. By the way, do you remember when Sweetie Belle was transferred to another school?"
>She nods
"Well, thats not what really happened. That drink you just had? It was... SWEETIEBELLE SWIRL!"
>You burst out laughing as the horror of what she's done dawns on Applebloom
>She starts to retch, but fails to throw up
>How could she? That shit is good
Oh relax, its not ALL Sweetie Belle, there are artificial fruit juices, milk and nicotine
Now you, you will not be a mere smoothie, you deserve better! YOU
>You grab the prototype box from a cabinet
Are going to be a cereal! A breakfeast, an afterschool snack, Breakfeast for dinner, you name it! Maybe you could be eaten with a.......silver spoon
>You ponder if you could actually make decorative spons out of pony bones while the yellow filly cries

>You hear a tapping at the door
What is it?
>"Uhm, its just, we have five more lucky fillies to do before lunch...and you were, uhm, taking a while....."
Perfectness takes time!
>You should get going though
>You take one last look at Applebloom
>She's a snivelling, teary mess
>Poor thing. But, once she maximizes her potential, and becomes a breakfast cereal of kings, she will know greatness
"Don't worry dear, I'll be back in a bit"
>You're not sure she registered what you said over her sobs, but it doesn't matter
>You liked this one, she had fire in her, which earned her the 2nd visit before... heheh.
>You head out of the room, gesturing for Fluttershy to take you to the next subject
>"D-did you enj-joy your t-time with the s-subject?"
>You glare at her; it's not her place to question you
>She hides behind her mane, and you walk in silence to the next room
>You key in the code, and the door opens with a rush of air
>You step into the room, causing the lights to flick on
>You're looking forward to meeting the next subject
>Before even saying hello, you are aasaulted with a flurry of threats

>"I swear, when my daddy finds out I'm here, you'll be put out of business. Probably put to death by the princess herself, because thats how much he cares about his little princess!"
>You look at the name on the chart
So you must be Diamond Tiara?
>" 'Oh, you must be Diamond Tiara, I'm a monkey, bleh bleh bleh!' Who else do you think I am, that stupid farm pony?"
You certainly are not the stupid farm pony
>Although she has more sense then you
Well, lets get you ready for your, uhm, debut, shall we?
>Her ears perk up at this
>"Debut? Is that why I'm here? I thought this was a kidnapping or something!"
>Heh, this could be fun
Kidnapping? No no no! We have to get you ready for the big show. Now, listen to Miss Fluttershy and you'll shine like a star
>"As if I don't already!"
>You walk out of the room
Fluttershy! Have those two blindfolded and in the processing room in two minutes! Nothing is to be done before I arrive
>"Y-Yes Mr. Anon sir"
>You're looking forward to putting that Tiara one through the processing
>Perhaps you should reduce the speed of the machines, just for her
>You stifle a giggle at the thought
>Heck, why not run her through the peeler a couple times, see what comes of that
>You don't think it's been done before, and you're certain you could get great entertainment of it
>But, enough of that. You have 4 more subjects to inspect, and have to get down to the processing room

>You head to the next door, and key in the code
>The door whooshes open, and you step inside to the darkness
>The flourescent lights blaze on, and the filly cries out at the sudden blast of light
>You walk calmly up to her and check your list
>"Oh, thank Celestia its you Anon, you have to get me outta here! One minute I'm hanging out with Rainbowdash, and the next I'm in  bag, being brought here!"
>You just stare at her
>"But now you can save me, right?"
>Maintain eye contact
>"....r-right...?"
>You just shake your head slowly back and forth
>"W-whats going on here Anon? Why are you doing this?!"
>You get a tape measure from your pocket, and approach the filly
>You grab hold of one of her orange wings
>"Hey! Get your hands off me!"
>She struggles in her restraints, and her back hoof comes loose
>She kicks you swiftly in the chest, knocking the wind out of you
Looks like we're doing this the hard way
>You go over to the supply closet and grab a syringe
>Filling it with a little more than the needed dose, you put the needle tip on, and making sure to stay clear of her hoof, jab it into her flesh
>"OW! Wh-what wuz that.......what did you do to meh......"
>Her mouth stops working as the paralyzing fluid takes affect
>Shes still consous, and her eyes are wide open
>Getting the tape measure out, you measure her wings

See, was that so hard?
>"..."
>Hmm. Maybe you shouldn't have used so much... oh well.
>You record the measurement of her wings beside her name
>They're rather puny; maybe a birth defect or something
>You check her measurement against the standards
>Her wings are too small to be used for the Flamin' Buffalo Bites and Wings
>That reminds you; you have to call the Apploosa plant; their Buffalo Bites manufacturing rate has decreased by 12%
>Perhaps they're having problems with the local buffalo
>You'll have to check in person later this week
>Anyways, back to the matter at hand
>What to do with a defective pegasus?
>Hmm... Aha! You know exactly what you'll do!
>You quickly scribble down the name of the product: Scootasnacks
"Scootaloo, what do you think? Should you become a tasty, crispy, chip-like snack?"
>"..."
>She's worse than Red in Pokemon
I'll take that silence as a 'yes Mr. Anon, I would love to do something useful for once!'
>"...."
>Right...

>You leave the room, and spot Fluttershy at the end of the hall
>"I put the two subjects in the holding chains near the processor Mr. Anon sir"
Great, you got another one in there. She shouldn't put up much of a fight, take her to the compressor room."
>"What do you plan to do with her?"
>This subordinate bitch
The same thing I plan to do to you if you keep asking questions
>You walk to the next room a few feet away
>Walking in, you see Fluttershy attempting to drag Scootaloo out of the previous room with difficulty
>How sad. Can't lift an immobile filly
>You really need to replace her... but there aren't many who could would be willing to do this...
>Well, that's a conundrum for later. Right now, you have a filly to interrogate
>You enter the room to see an ugly, red-haired filly wearing purple glasses
>You feel an immediate sense of disgust
>Who brought this rank creature in here? Had no one heard of quality control?!
>You walk up to the thing
"What's your name?"
>You know her name - Twist - as it's written on her sheet.
>You just want to hear her voice
>"T-twist..."
>Her nasally voice is grating against your ears
>You certainly can't make anything of her. She'd probably contaminate the machines!
"That is all."

>You stride out of the room, and the door seals shut behind you
>You go to the keypad, and key in that certain code
>You also get your eye scanned for confirmation of authority - dont want any rebellious employees harming the CEO
>The room starts to heat up slowly
>You stare in from the one-way window, a smile spreading across your face
>The filly starts to sweat as she notices the rising temperature
>Little does she know that the current temperature is like a cold winter's day in comparison to what is coming
>You grab a dial on the wall, and turn it to the right slowly
>The temperature is rising more in the room
>A open water bottle some other employee must've left in the room before you starts to evaporate
>You can tell Twist is shouting something, but the sound-proof glass doesn't allow you to hear what it is
>Fuck patience
>You turn the dial sharply, and the effects are immediate
>Papers spontaneously combust, and Twist's mane catches fire
>Burning the length of her mane, the fire spreads to her coat, rapidly eating up its resources
>The binds holding her are eaten through, freeing her
>She flails off the table, to the ground, and tries to stop, drop and roll
>Of course the ground is on fire now, so it does no good
>The rolling stops, and she grows still, flames still dancing on her charred form
>Thank God these rooms were a dime a dozen, they could just be switched out for another, the old one being discarded
>leaving the control room, you see Fluttershy, huffing and puffing, coming back from the compressor room

Oh good, you're back. Go tell maitenence we need another holding room switch.
>You walk down the hall to the second to last door
>Only two more little ponys to go
>"Wh-what happened b-back there?"
>You whip around and glare at her
"What happened? WHAT HAPPENED?! NO QUALITY CONTROL, THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED!"
>She whimpers as you shout at her
>You collect yourself - a CEO shouldn't be in a fit of rage, he should be calm at all times
"Fluttershy, that thing in there was disgusting. There was no way we could serve it to our customers. We're not running a MaDonal's here. We need to have quality control, and that thing was not fit for consumption"
>She nods meekly
>"I'm s-sorry, sir" she stammers slightly
"Make sure that after we're done with this batch, we ensure better quality control."
>"Of c-course."
>You enter the room of the 2nd last filly, light flooding the room as you stride in
>A small grey filly is strapped to a table
>This one is wearing glasses like the last one, but she is nowhere near as repulsive
"Why hello there..." You check the name "Silver Spoon"
>Wait

>You remember your idea from earlier
>Spoons out of pony bones
>Her name literally screams turn me into a utensil
>You have a brilliant idea
>You don't even need to conduct the interview and examination with this one
>You walk out as the little pony still cries
Fluttershy!
>She comes flying around a corner at your bark
>"Y-yes?"
Take her to the acid vats. I want her skeleton collected when her treatment is over
>She lets out a little sniffle
>"Yes s-sir..."
>One more pony
>You key in the code and enter the next room
>A lavender unicorn is strapped to the table
>"Who are you?" she asks as you walk in
"I am Anonymous. CEO of this company. Who are you, little lady?"
>"I'm Dinky!" she puffs up proudly
>"Say, mister A... ano..."
"Anon"
>"Anon. Wanna be friends?" She stares up at you with puppy-dog eyes
"Sure, why not?"
>She laughs happily "You're my new friend, Anon!"
>Huh. She doesn't seem to understand what's going on here...
>She looks around, oblivious to her situation
>You're not sure what to make of her
>Then it hits you - Dinkybits!
>It's perfect!

"Well, Dinky, I have a suprise for you!"
>She stares up at you
>"What kind of suprise?"
"A delicious treat!"
>She cheers "Yay, treat!"
>You chuckle at her enthusiam
Come on, I'll show you where the treats are
>You unstrap her leg bindings and lead her out of the room and into the hallway
Right this way, Dinky!
>"Yay!"
>Fluttershy sees you and syays
>"Wh-what is she doing out of captivity? Thats against company policy!"
Fluttershy, its my company. Now come on, lets get down to processing
>You stroll down the hall with Dinky and Fluttershy in tow
>Taking a left, going down a flight of stairs, and then another left, you arrive at a pair of double doors marked 'Processing - Level four employees only'
>Walking in, you take a moment to admire the processor
>A big cyndrical, metal mass of razor blades, gauges, and pumps, with openings in the top and bottom for insertion and excretion of products
>Oh how you loved this job
>The four other fillies are in line, blindfolded, tied and gagged
>You grin in anticipation
>Time to create new products for your loyal customers!
>But first, to show your ingredients what they will be going through
>You gesture to Fluttershy, and she goes and unties the blindfolds
>The fillies look around nervously, confused by the sound of the processor
>Then, one by one, they see it
>Their eyes shrink to pinpricks, and they strain against their bindings
>now, to send them through

>Which one first, though?
>That Diamond Tiara one. You'll enjoy watching her.
>You've decided that she isn't worthy enough to be made into an individual product
>So, she will become secondary ingredients in other, better products
>Dinky waves at the fillies
>"Hiya, girls!"
>Her innocence is so lovable
"Fluttershy! Send the pink one through. and make sure that you run the peeler thrice. Just to be certain that a proper job is done."
>Fluttershy nods, going over and changing the settings so the peeler will run three times
>You know, despite her completely unlikable nature, she's not a bad assistant
>The machine roars as it's turned from idle to on, before quieting down somewhat
>You put the pink filly on the conveyor belt, and activate it
>You can still hear her screams through the gag, but it won't matter in a second
>The conveyor belt moves her ever closer to the whirling machine of death, and tears start running down her eyes
>Just before she falls in, you stop the conveyor belt
>She looks around, and youre sure she's feeling relief
"Dinky, would you like to help me make the treat?"
>"Yeah!"
"Go ahead"

>You gesture to the conveyor belt controls
>She presses a button, and it lurches forward
>Diamond Tiara goes careening into the opening, screaming and waving her hooves
>Bouncing off the inside of the metal wall, her back hooves reach the saw blades
>She starts screaming at an ear splitting decibel as her flesh and bones are ground together between the blades
>Some blood comes up, out of the processor and spatters on your suit
>Damn, this was a good suit, ruined
>Oh welll, you're still having a better day then most the ponies in this room
>The saw blades have reached her torso now, and she is somehow still concous
>Idea!
Fluttershy! Turn the spin speed down
>"Y-yes sir!"
>She does
>The blades slow to about half there previous speed, and Tiara has stopped screaming
>Leaning over, you watch her spit up blood from her mouth, and pass out
>Her head is swallowed up by the machine, and she is out of sight
>Rushing down to the lower level, you watch as the product is collected in a little bucket down below, and taken away on a conveyor belt to be made into food
>Standing up, you go back up top and say
Alright! Whos next?
>The Applebloom and Scootaloo cower as you approach
>Dinky doesn't notice.
>She's wondering where Diamond Tiara went
"Scootaloo! You're next!"

>Her wings buzz as she frantically tries to escape
>But, she is unable to do more than raise her body in the air
>She drops down, defeated, her eyes downcast
"Poor Scootaloo. If only you had proper wings. Oh well."
"Dinky, want to press the button again?"
>"Yeah!" She presses the button, and Scootaloo moves forward to the machine
>Oh! You nearly forgot to change the settings!
>You quickly stop the conveyor belt, and enter the correct settings for the machine
>Dinky looks at you questioningly
"I forgot to change some settings. I fixed it now, though. Press the button again!"
>She grins, and activates the conveyor belt again
>You see Scootaloo struggle again, her wings buzzing, but it does her no good
>she plummets into the processor with a cry
>The machine goes to work, metal flashing as it moves
>Blades move horizontally through Scootaloo, slicing her into thin pieces
>It starts at her hooves, moving back and forth, up a centimetre with each pass
>Blood sprays from the wounds as muscle, flesh, and artery are severed
>Her shrieks echo up out of the machine, music to your ears
>You hear sickening crunches as it smashes through bone with each pass
>Bursts of blood spray from her legs, which rapidly become stumps, bathing the blades in a crimson flow

>Finally, once her legs have been completely cut off, the machine stops
>The slices move onwards to an oven, to be baked into crispy perfection
>A pincer lifts Scootaloo's body up, blood pumping down from the stumps
>She sobs, tears pouring down her face
>"I-i-is it-t-t o-v-v-v-e-r-r-r?"
>You snicker; not even close
>The machine places her back down, and the blades go back to work
>This time, they cut vertically, chopping down, starting at her rear
>Scootaloo sobs as the machine works, the blades slaming down, Fracturing her pelvis
>Blood gushes out as she's carved into strips
>Her juvenile organs start sliding out, exposed to the air, before being hacked by the blades
>You chuckle as they rip through her bladder and reproductive system
>You think you see her fallopian tubes and ovaries, but the blades flash down again, turning everything into thin red strips
>As it works its way up her body, it rips through her colon and intestines, her spine breaking under the momentum of the machine
>Her shrieks have turned to pitiful sobs, and snot and tears run down her face
>You see her heave, a bit of bile coming up, but it's washed away by the blood that follows it
>All thats left is her upper torso and front hooves
>You see the bottom of her lungs hanging out of her chest
Fluttershy! Stop the machine!
>You hear whirring and the machine slows down to a stop
>Going over to a control panel, you grab a remote control joystick
>You had to pay extra for this, but it was totally worth it
>Going back up to the viewing area, you power up the joystick, and simultaneously, a pincer comes to life in the processor

>You guide it over to the underside of her half-body
>Moving the claw up, you pinch her left lung
>She wails in pain as it crushes her organ, and her breathing becomes ragged
>The lung decompresses like a baloon, and you pull the joystick down
>The pincer drags the lung out of its rightful place in her body slowly
>It detaches with a *slirchk*
>You leave her other lung in tact
>She's passed out now, but breathing
>POwering the machine back up, you replace the joystick back in its spot
>You punch a button marked 'ADRENALINE', and a syringe comes out and pricks Scootaloo
>She wakes up vioelntly and screams, then stops, shuddering
Don't waste that precious breath
>You chide
>Scootaloo lets out a choked, pitiful sob
>You manipulate the pincer to lift up her mangled body
>Something falls out, and lands back in the machine with a squelch
>You think it's her stomach, but you're not sure
>You bring her over, and place her beside Applebloom
"Since I'm such a nice CEO, I figured that you might want to spend a few moments together. You know, before you perish."

>Applebloom glares at you, but upon hearing Scootahalf moan, she immediately looks at her friend
>"SCOOTALOO!" Applebloom sobs
>Scoots turns to look at Applebloom
>"H-hey, don't cry... we gotta be strong, we'll make it through this..!"
>You're amazed. Not only does that little deformed pegasus have enough strength to talk, she also offered words of encouragement
>Not that they do much good
>Applebloom sits over Scootaloo's mangled body, the blood leaking from Scootaloo's exposed chest cavity soaking her legs, as she tries to hold back the tears pooling in her eyes
>Scootaloo lifts her head up to look at Applebloom and smiles, taking one more shuddering breath, before she going limp
>Applebloom sobs even harder when she sees this
>Suddenly a pincer comes out from the machine, scoops up the body, and drops it in the machine
>You look over to see Dinky manipulating the machine
Umm, why'd you do that Dinky?
>"No point in letting good meat rot, right Anon?"
Yeah...that is right....
>If only you had more employees like this
>Maybe Dinky wasn't completely useless

>Being at the bottom of the processor, you watch Scootaloo finally emerge out of  it, filling up another little bucket
>Her slices would be enough for the scoota-snacks, the meat could go to the cereal department
>The conveyor belt from before carries away the sopping red bucket, and you climb the stairs back up to the top of the machine
And then their were two
>You go to pick up Applebloom, and un-restrain her
>She flops out of your arms and tries to make a run for it
>She makes it to the stairs, but her way is suddenly blocked by a rotary saw that has come out of the side of the processor
>She turns around, and you're standing right behind her
>A pincer comes down from above and grabs her back right hoof
>You wave with a smile and mouth 'bye bye'
>Then you call out
Fluttershy! Give her the 'special' treatment!
>"Y-yes sir" she stutters
>She meanders her way towards the settings
"Ugh. Hurry up." you mutter under your breath
>"Oh! I can do it, mister Anon!" Dinky jumps up and down
>Now that's the kind of enthusiasm you like to see! Too bad Flutters didn't have it
"Certainly, Dinky!" you smile "Fluttershy! Show Dinky here how to adjust the settings!"
>Fluttershy looks uncertain
>You glare at her

>She whimpers and hides behind her mane, but then shows Dinky what to do
>"Please! Don't!" Applebloom cries
>You savour her pleas, before nodding to Dinky and Fluttershy
>Fluttershy's hoof hovers over the switch; she's still hiesitating...
>Dinky sees her hesitation, and throws the switch in her place
>Applebloom screams as the claw drops her into the machine
>You lean forward eagerly
>The machine goes to work, metal flashing
>The peeler starts to skin her, starting from her head, her flesh peeling off from the muscle underneath
>Blood pools in the machine, and Applebloom's shrieks fill the air, her eyes wide pools of tears as she's skinned alive
>Applebloom's cries devolve into choked gulps for air, but the tears don't stop pouring down her face
>As the blades start to remove the skin around her chest, you see something flash on Applebloom's flank
>Curious, you stop the machine for a second
>Dinky and Fluttershy look at you questioningly
>You maneuver a claw to lift her out of the machine, clasping her by her hind hoof
>As you pull her out, the sight that greets you sends you into a giggling fit
"Well, I'll be! Looks like you found your special talent, Applebloom!"

>Applebloom stares at you, then looks at her flank
>"No... no, it can't be... No... No... NO!!!" she sobs, her body shaking
>Her cutie mark has finally appeared - and it's a cereal box!
Oh, it can be! And it is! In fact
>You lean in close right to her face
Its your destiny!
>You relinquish your grip on her stomach, and drop her back into the machine
>You hear a *thud* and more sobbing coming from within
>The machine continues skinning her, and makes its way past her chest to her flank
>As is procedure, the skin taken from the flanks are not fed to the machine to be processed, but is saved to be made into FillieFoodCo.'s patented FFF Meal
>The public knew it as the FFF Meal
>Everyp0ny who worked here knew it for what it was, the Fried Filly Flank Meal
>Applebloom is still awake somehow, and still has the power to keep screaming
>Through her exposed skin you can see her heart beating, her lungs pumping, her muscles retracting from the contact with the cold air
>The peelers have finished their work on her entire body, all her flesh is exposed
>You go over to Dinky, and tell her her instructions
>"Okay Mister Anon"
>Walking back over to the top of the processor so you can watch, you give the thumbs up to Dinky
>"Okay Anon, releasing the salt tanks!"

>A conical machine - a dispenser - is shifted over the processor, and you hear a noise almost like rushing water
>Almost.
>The dispenser opens, and the sound intensifies, as salt pours out, and falls down onto the skinned filly below
>Applebloom shrieks as the salt hits her
>The salt rips the moisture from her exposed muscle, as it fires neurons that register pain
>this is taking rubbing salt on a wound to the extremes
>You see her eyes glaze as the pain overloads her mind, every neuron screaming agony
>Her body twitches
>You feel a sudden twinge of fear - maybe it was too much! You don't want your fun to end yet!
"Quickly! get that salt out of there!" you exclaim
>Some salt crystals still cling to the pink and red innards of Applebloom's wounds
>They glisten off the light coming through the window, its almost lunch time and they still aren't all processed!
>You go over to tthe control box and press a green button, and a tube descends from the ceiling and the spout faces the inside of the machine.
>The grate at the bottom closes, and the tube goes to work pouring a green liquid into the machine's basin
>The liqquid quickly begins to rise, but still hasn't reached Applebloom
>The liquid brings a refreshing smell to the room, it is Lysterine after all

>You notice Fluttershy has been hiding behind her mane so she doesn't have to watch
>Dinky, on the other hand, is staring down at Applebloom, enraptured by what's happening
>A burst of affection for her pervades your heart
>She would be a great assistant, if you weren't going to turn her into Timbits
>Oh well. Back to Applebloom
>The Listerine has risen, and is lapping at her ankles
>She lets out a thin moan, but doesn't move
>Oh... you thought she would have more fight in her
>The Listerine™ rises, and soon it's up to her shoulders
>She thrashes weakly, but it seems like she doesn't have the strength to resist anymore
>You sigh; maybe you were wrong about her
>You press a button, and the Listerine™ drains away
>Now, to extract her skeleton for the cereal

>Applebloom hangs shivering in the processor, her skin being pinched by the claw holding her up
>To extract her skeleton, without harming the bones, you must use a different method then any you have before
>Puling a lever on the control box, the pincer holding her up digs in with more pressure, and you hear her scream in agony before falling silent
>The pincers have broken her skin, and are holding her by the vertebrae in her neck
>She hangs still, she is paralyzed, but she can still feel pain
Derpy, pull the lever on your end!
>"Okey-Dokey"
>She does so, and the cylindrical vat begins to fill again, the liquid clear and bubbling
>APplebloom cannot even scream as the acid reaches her hooves, burning the flesh off, leaving the bone intact
>The acid smokes on her skin, and a foul oder rises to your nostrils
>Burning pony flesh
>Smells like success
>The acid rises agonizingly slow to her torso, the bones of her legs falling and sinking to the bottom of the pit at the grate
>You watch as the acid reaches her lungs, and few drops of acid splash up and into her mouth
>You watch as the droplets burn holes through her neck and pour back out

>Her eyes, once bright with life and youth, are clouded with excruciating pain
>That is, until acid splashes up and melts right through them
>She lets out one final scream, shredding her larynx, before falling silent forever
>The acid melts up past her ribcage, dissolving her heart
>The acid attains a reddish hue as it burns through vital organs, chunks of lung and heart slowly sinking down before being consumed
>Her ribcage gleams softly in the harsh flourescent lighting, the acid distorting its shape
>You wipe away a tear at the sheer beauty of it all
>The acid continues to rise, first exposing her spine and jaw, then rushing through her nose, ears and eyes to clean the insides of her skull
>Her hair and signature bow are the last things to be dissolved
>Dinky flips a switch without being commanded to do so, and the acid slowly bublles and froths through the grate at the bottom
>Applebloom's skull, ribcage, hoof bones and spine all lay perfectly intact on the grate
>Walking over to Dinky, you've made your desicion
>She is helpful
>Cheery
>And gets the job done

>Alternatively, FLuttershy is bumbling, frightened and quite frankly annoying
Fluttershy! Go collect those bone sin the bottom of the processor
>She nods meekly and flaps down to the bottom of the cylindrical pit to start picking up the bones
>Once she reaches the bottom of the machine, you press a button, and glass slides over the gap in the pit, closing her in
>"Uhm, Anon? I think the pit closed by accident...."
Dinky, you pick the way Fluttershy is going to die. You are replacing her after all
>"I am? Oh thank you Mister Anonymous!"
>Fluttershy hasn't heard any of this through the glass, which she is hovering near the top of
>"Anon...."
>Her voice rises
>"Anon! O-open the pit!" She calls out, a tremor of fear making her stutter
>You look down at her maliciously
>She sees your grin, and her eyes shrink to pinpricks
>You wave at her, then turn to Dinky
"Ready?"
>She nods eagerly
"Then go ahead!"
>Dinky slams her hoof down on a button, and the machine roars to life
>You turn and look at Fluttershy, eager to see what Dinky has thought of
>Blades spring out, and move towards Fluttershy's trembling form
>Metal flashes as the machine goes to work, dropping down, slicing Fluttershy's flank and such into thin strips
>You look at Dinky quizically
"What are you making?"
>"FlutterFries!" She exclaims, a grin on her face

>You laugh as Fluttershy's thin wails echo up from the machine
"How about we go further, and make her into poutine?"
>Dinky cheers "We could call it.. Pegapoutine!"
>Perfect! Pegapoutine made of Flutterfries!
>You tussle Dinky's mane
"You're the best assistant I've had, Dinky"
>She glows at your praise
>Fluttershy's screams make you turn back to the machine
>You watch as more blades come and slice her into even more small bits
>You hoped these turned out okay, you'd never processed an adult pony at FillieFoodsCo., you weren't sure how their bodys would make food
>You watch as Fluttershy tried esperately to evade the blades, fluttering this way and that to avoid sure demise
>You laugh when she jerks the wrong way, and a blade slices her left wing clean off, leaving a bone jutting from the socket

>She goes plummeting to the grate, and the blades waste no time adding her skin and bones to the pile of Applebloom already there
>Her blood pours through the grate, and is collected in a bucket under the processor
>You'd make sure the blood would be made into gravy for the poutine
>The screams stop, and Dinky lets go of the control box
>The chef ponys will take care of cleaning up the rest of the remains, before sending them to packaging
>"What now Mister Anon?"
>You look over at Dinky
Now we go get some lunch, and get back to work afterwards. Why don't yoou come here instead of school from now on?
>"Okay! I never liked school anyway. Miss Cherilee is mean to me"
>Guess who just made the shit list
Oh, and why don't you not tell Derpy about this, okay? It'll be our little secret
>"Okay!"
>You walk off with Dinky, and look forward to the rest of the day without
>Fucking Fluttershy

>Later that day...
>"How nice of Anon to invite us to dinner!" Rarity says
>"It's good he can make time for his friends. He is quite busy running his company" Twilight agrees
>"Will ya shut yer yaps? I'm hungry, and we're runnin' late!" Applejack mutters
>Her stomach grumbles in agreement
>---
>You survey the dinner preperations once more
>Everything seems to be in order
>Dinky adjusts a fork that's misaligned
"Good eye, Dinky!" you praise
>Just then, you hear a knock on your door
>"Howdy Ahnan! And Dinky!"
>Applejack says as she pushes her way past you. She must be hungry
>R:"Oh how rude! A lady does not shove Applejack"
>AJ:"Ah suppose a lady doesn't do this either?"
>She takes a huge bite out of the Tiara pie, made from the extra bones and scraps of Diamond Tiara
>R:"She certaintly does not! She also usually waits for her younger sibling to show up, just as I will do.....
>Rarity starts to cry
>"Oh Sweetie Belle, where are you?!"
Shhh, shh, she'll still show up. You can't give up hope
>You console
>"You're right Anonyomus, thank you" she says as she composes herself
>As you grab her a glass of Sweetie belle swirl, AJ says
>"Ah wonder where Applebloom is"
>Shit, you forgot about that part

>"Miss Applejack, they must've forgot to tell you, Miss Cherilee said they'd be staying after class a few hours for extra credit"
>Phew
>Dinky really is a life saver
>Well, more of a life taker
>The remaing five ponies take their seats, and you sit at the head of the table, Dinky to your left and Applejack to your right
>Rainbow Dash stares hungrily at the Pegapoutine
>"Can we eat yet?!"
>"We have to wait for Fluttershy" Twilight chides
"Oh, Fluttershy told me she couldn't eat with us today. But she played a big part in making this lovely dinner for us." You reply
>"She works so much; you must be happy to have her aboard" Twilight comments
>"Um. Yes, I am-"
>"Good enough for me! Lets eat!" Applejack interrupts
>Everyone digs in
>They have Scootasnacks and Applebloom Gelatin
>Not really a time for Applebloom crunch, thats more of a breakfeast anyway
>There's Sweetie Belle Swirl, left over from monthes ago, and Silver spoon soup
>Diamond Tiara pie is the desert, and all of this is eaten on silver spoon bone utensils
>Oh and Flutterfries
>Lots of Flutterfries
>"Ahnan, what is this stuff?"
>Applejack says, spraying mouthfuls of Fluttergravy and Flutterfries all over the place
Its Pegapoutine, a combination of Fluttershy's secret homemade gravy and fry recipes
>"Its great!"
>"Uh-huh"
>"Quite"

>Everyp0ny enjoys the feast
>You raise a glass of SB swirl, and clink a SS spoon against it
I'd like to declare a toast. To Fluttershy! She couldn't be here with us tonight, but her scarafice will not be forgotten!
>TS:"Sacrafice?"
Its a human expression
>This seems to placate her
And to many more nights of dinner with friends
>Such is a normal day at FillieFoodsCo.
>The End