Gone Fishin'

>Day Gone Fishin' in Equestria.
>Be Anon, and be god damn tired of vegetables.
>Each day here has been it's own form of hell without being able consuming animals.
>Your craving for meat is beginning to affect your mind, and you fear you may be losing it.
>No more.
>You construct a crude fishing pole, and set out from your home in search of a good spot to cast your line.
>Walking through the town lazily, your pole makes a scraping noise as you drag it along the ground behind you.
>You whistle the Andy Griffith theme song because fuck you, it's catchy.
>Also because apparently horse lips aren't really made for whistling, making it a rare skill that requires years of practice and research, and it blows their minds when you do it in front of them.
>Ignoring the mares while they orgasm to your lip malleability, you reach the outskirts of town and eventually make your way to a quiet pond.
>Suddenly feeling a weight behind you, you turn to see Pinks laying on the sand, mouth wrapped around your hook.
>Attached to which is a piece of gummyworm bait, because apparently skewering real worms is considered animal cruelty here.
...Doesn't that hurt?
>"Eus! Buhahhawhehuhhyher-"
>Having heard quite enough, you swing the rod forward, and hurl the pink pone into the water.
>There better be fucking sharks in there.
>Watching as bubbles rise to the surface, you wait to see if she catches anything.
>Half an hour later, you give up in a rage and pull her back in.
>Dragging the waterlogged pone onto the shore, you notice she is still talking, as she flops through the air like the fish she failed to catch for you.
>"ahhahhedhohheal? hahhuhhuahy?"
>A deep scowl appears on your face.
>Hmmm...
>Horse... IS meat, isn't it? And I did catch it...
>You leisurely pull the flopping pone to your side, a slightly unhinged look on your face.

>One week later, 1 hour after sunset.
>You are Rarity, and you are growing more worried by the day.
>Sitting in your boutique with your friends Applejack and Twilight Sparkle, you are discussing the recent disappearances around town.
>Your dear friend Pinkie was one of the first to vanish, but the number of those missing has grown exponentially in the past week.
>Even cute little Spikey Wikey is gone now, taken from the library when a hook, somehow jammed through shining emerald sailed through the window one afteroon.
What are we going to do, we can't just sit here quietly and allow that human to... Eat us...
>The disappearances have all been preceded by that awful scraping noise, and that whistling, oh Celestia the whistling...
>Sometimes you wake up to hear it in the dead of night. It haunts your dreams now.
>"There's nothing we can do to stop him, his cunning is just too great... The best we hope for is to try to warn the pones not to-"
>*scraaaaape* *whistling*
>Silence takes hold of your group, and a look of fear flashes onto every face in the room.
>It is coming from behind the house.
>"L-let's jus' keep quiet, ya'll... Maybe he doesn't know we're here..."
>Suddenly a bang is heard from outside, like the sound of something slamming against the side of the boutique, going higher onto the roof, and then silence...
>But, there's nothing up there but...
SWEETIE!!!
>Galloping up the stairs with friends in tow, you see Applejack slowing and looking out a window from the corner of your eye.
>Reaching your little sisters room, you barge in to see her sleeping soundly on her bed.
>Twilight begins to check her over while you collapse to the floor.
>"She's fine, Rarity, Anonymous hasn't been here..."
Thank Celestia...
>It is then that you notice a small silver line dangling outside the window, only barely noticeable in the moonlight.

>Rising to your hooves, you trot cautiously closer to the window and look down to see an apple resting on the ground below.
>And your friend Applejack happily making her way towards it, a gleeful look on her face.
>"Weell, I was a might' peckish!"
>You call out, just as she bites down onto the red fruit.
APPLEJACK, DON'T!!!
>Fruit still in mouth, she looks up to see you in the window above, and the line coming down from a dark shadow resting on the roof of the boutique.
>Twilight stands by your side looking on in horror, watching the realization come to your friends face below.
>She tries desperately to remove the fruit from her jaw, but it's too late...
>At a steady pace, the line begins to retract upwards, carrying your flailing friend higher and higher by the mouth.
>As she is pulled by the window, she locks eyes with you, panic clear in her face.
>She bangs her hooves against the glass in terror as she goes.
>"HEHP HEEE, HAH HOHN WHAHA HIE!!!"
>"Applejack, no..."
>Tears come to both yours and Twilight's eyes, and you stare on in helplessness, not being able to look away from your screaming friend being pulled upwards beyond your line of sight.
>Then the screaming stops.
>After a short time, you see a shadow falling by the window in front of you. It hits the ground, and raises to a startling height, before nonchalantly whistling to itself as it stalks off into the night.
>You can see a lump slung over it's shoulder, and can barely make out your friends trademark Stetson...
>*scraaaape* *whistling*
>Behind you, a cute yawn alerts you to your sister awakening.
>"aaaagh... What's going on...?"
>Galloping to her side, you sob uncontrollably and hug your very confused sister.
>Twilight remains by the window, a look of sadness and devastation covering her features, but also resolve.
>She slowly begins to whistle that horrifying tune.

>Be Anon again, and be having a pretty rad week.
>They're no prime rib, but pone tastes pretty good you've come to find out, after having eaten at least a dozen.
>Despite their brightly colored coats, they aren't as poisonous as you would have expected.
>Though you may be getting diabetes.
>You've caught Derpy at least 7 times, but always throw her back. Too cute to eat, that one.
>Walking along the abandoned paths of Poneville, you drag your fishing pole behind you and whistle to yourself.
>Then from the edges of your vision, you see it.
I-is that...
>Laying on the ground in front of you, is a perfectly cooked chicken leg.
>Biting your lip, you run to it in joy and dive to the ground in front of it.
>Quickly sinking your teeth in, you enjoy the robust roasted flavor, before feeling a sharp pain.
Ow, what the fuck?
>Putting a finger to your mouth, you feel something that shouldn't be there.
>A hook is caught in your cheek, attached to a line coming from the dark alley next to you.
>Your eyes widen when you see a small purple light glow to life at the back of the alley, and the line slowly begins to grow taut.
>The last thing you hear as you are dragged into the darkness screaming, is the sound of nonchalant whistling.