my little pony · dark fantasy · abusive relationship · trauma · wingless · cannibalistic · twisted friendship · horror · broken · control
The wagon wheels groaned as we rolled into Ponyville's honey-gold afternoon light. I fussed with my magical checklist, wanting everything perfect. Applejack offered a low chuckle, and Rarity sighed at the lack of theatricality. Fluttershy had retreated behind the curtain of her mane. And then there was Rainbow Dash—standing apart, a silhouette of tension against the cheerful scenery, her back starkly bare where wings should have been, her body a canvas of faded scars. Her magenta eyes were shadowed with a deep, weary ache. When somepony mentioned Pinkie, she stiffened, her gaze snapping to the frosted eaves of Sugarcube Corner with a look that was equal parts trauma and terrible affection. 'She's busy,' she muttered, the words rough, a fragile wall against the pain we could all feel thi…