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Then she remembered that she had somewhere to be; she supposed to meet with Pinkie Pie in five minutes. She’d gotten so caught up in her exercises that she nearly forgot.
Pinkie had asked Dash to meet her at Sugercube Corner at three. She didn’t say why or what they’d be doing, but Dash knew that with Pinkie, it could be anything. She wasn’t sure if she really wanted to go, though. She was so engaged with her stunts that she thought about blowing Pinkie off to continue flying. But, Dash’s conscience got the better of her. She knew that it would hurt Pinkie’s feelings; after all, she said it was going to be something special just for the two of them. She considered it and thought "why not.
When she walked into the store, she was immediately greeted with her host bouncing in excitement.
"Yay, you’re here, you’re here. I’ve been waiting allll day.
"Sorry if I’m a little late, Pinkie. I was doing my afternoon exercises and lost track of time.
Pinkie giggled and responded, her tone gleefully reassuring, "Oh that’s ok, you’re here now. What‘s a few more minutes. I’ve been sooooo excited thinking about all fun stuff we’re gonna do, I haven’t stopped bouncing since I woke up. I mean, I almost forgot to breath I’ve been so happy.
Dash gave a slightly uncomfortable laugh. She always appreciated Pinkie’s friendly, outgoing way of life, but her overabundant enthusiasm almost creeped her out. Dash was polite, however. If Pinkie was got this worked up, then it must good; whatever it was.
"So, you ready to get started, Rainbow Dash? I’ve got everything all ready.
Dash psyched herself up. " You betcha, Pinkie. You what do ya got planed? We gonna prank somebody? I got a couple of good ones I’ve been thinking about. Or maybe you got some stunts you think I should try? Or
"MAKING CUPCAKES!
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"Oh that’s not a problem at all. I only need your help making them. I’ll be doing most of the work.
Dash thought for about it for a second and replied, "Well, alright, I guess that’s ok. What exactly do need me to
"That’s the spirit. Here you go.
Dash was puzzled "I thought I was helping you bake.
"You will be. I made this one just for you before you got here.
"So, is this like taste testing or something?
"
Dash shrugged and popped the pastry in her mouth. She chewed a bit and swallowed. Not bad.
"Ok, now what?
"Now,
Upon hearing that, Dash felt lightheaded. Her world spun and ,seconds later, she dropped to the floor.
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When Dash regained conciseness, she found herself in a dark room. She tried to shake her head but found that the taut leather strap kept it firmly in place. She struggled to move, but the braces around her chest and limbs glued her to the upright planks. Her legs were spread wide apart. The only part of her not tied down were her wings as the frame was backless. As she writhed, Pinkie jumped into her line of sight.
"Goodie, you’re awake. Now we can get started.
"Pinkie, what’s going on? I can’t move!
"Well, duh, you’re tied down.
"But why? What’s happening? I thought you said I was going to help make cupcakes.
"You are helping. You see. I ran out of the special ingredient and I need you to get more.
"Special
Pinkie giggled and responded "You, silly.
Dash’s eyes widen, her face contorted in fear. Then she started to laugh
Pinkie giggled even more. "Aw, thanks Dash. But I haven’t done pranks today, so I can’t accept your praise.
Dash was struggling again. "Pinkie, come on, this isn’t funny.
"Then why were you
Dash was now in full panic mode. She was starting to hyperventilate. Her mind was racing and she tried to reason with the pink pony. "You can’t do this Pinkie! I’m your friend!
"I know you are and that’s why I’m so happy it’s that I’ve got you here. We get to share your last moments together, just you and me.
"But, the other ponies will wonder where I am. When the clouds pile up, they’ll come looking for me and then you’ll get found out.
"Oh,
"Oh god,
Dash’s attention was stolen by a party horn unfurling and tickling her nose. She saw Pinkie Pie standing in front of her. The party pony was wearing a dress quilted from cutie marks. On her back fluttered six pegasus wings, all different colors. As she skipped in excitement, her necklace of unicorn horns loudly clacked together.
"Like
Dash pleaded. "Pinkie please, I’m sorry if I did anything to you. I didn’t mean it. Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anybody.
"Oh Dash, you didn’t do anything. It’s just that your number came up and, well, I don’t make rules. We can’t turn back now.
Rainbow Dash was tearing up. How could this be happening?
"Aww don’t be sad
Out of seemingly nowhere, Pinkie displayed a blue and yellow painted skull. It was about pony sized, but it had a very defining feature: a beak.
Dash was freaking out. "Is…is that…is…that?
"Hey, Dash lets hang together. These ponies are lame-os. Dweebs dweebs dweebs.
Dash didn’t have anything to say. She just sobbed and writhed.
"
Placing the skin down, Pinkie selected the large butcher knife and walked behind Rainbow Dash.
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"Hope you don’t mind, I think I’m gonna wing it now. " Pinkie laughed. She grabbed the left one and played with it for a second. Then, stretching the wing out, she brought the blade down at the base. Instantly, Dash screamed and thrashed her appendage. The movement threw off Pinkie Pies aim. She tried to hit the mark again but missed wide and put a huge slice in Rainbow’s back.
"Dash, you gotta stay still or I’ll keep missing.
She took another whack and hit the target. She swung again and again, blood spraying into the air, but realized she wasn’t getting anywhere. The blade just wasn’t going through the bone.
"Hmm, I guess I forgot to sharpen it. I’ll try something else.
The crying Rainbow Dash heard the sound of a metal box opening and closing.
"Got it! Say Dash, why do they call it a hack saw? It doesn’t hack; hacking is what I was doing with the knife. This is a saw. I don’t get it.
Pinkie placed the tool over the last attempt. It effortlessly sailed through the bone and skin. The painful feeling of the teeth grinding biting into her made Dash want to vomit. She watched helplessly as her wing flew over her head and land with a fluff on the table. Pinkie moved the next and started sawing. Dash didn’t struggle this time; she’d given up trying to fight and just cried. Then the sawing abruptly paused. Pinkie was only half way done, the wing hanging off by only a sliver.
"Hey
Suddenly, she yanked the wing as hard as sure could. The bone snapped but the skin held tight. The pull ripped a long strip flesh down Dash’s back to her rump. The unexpected trauma caused her body seize. She felt the warm release between legs as her pelvis tensed up. Dash’s loud, unending melody of pain filled the room. Unable to catch her breath, she blacked out.
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She awoke with a gasp. The stench of her urine filled her mucus caked nostrils. She saw a very pouty Pinkie Pie removing the adrenaline needle from her chest. Stomping her hooves, the frustrated Pinkie lashed out.
"Didn’t anybody teach you any manners? It’s very rude to fall asleep when somebody invites you over to spend time with them. How would like if I came over to your house and went to sleep. "Oh I’m sorry Dash, you’re boring, I think I’ll take a nap.
She stopped to catch her breath. Dash blinked and softly cried. Her back was on fire.
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Pinkie then popped something red into her mouth and began to chew. She noticed Dash was staring at her.
"What?
Without waiting for a response, she shoved the strip of meat into the revolted Rainbow Dash’s mouth. She immediately spit it out. Pinkie picked up. "if you didn’t want it, you could have said no.
Swallowing, she turned her attention to the small can on the tray. She removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with burning coals. Sitting on top of the fire were several large nails. Dash began to panic again. Pinkie picked up the can and walked over to Dash’s left. Carefully picking up a nail and grabbing a hammer, she positioned the spike at the seam between her leg and her hoof.
"No! Pinkie NO!
The hammer came down and the nail punctured under her skin. The white hot burning was too much. Dash pulled and thrashed at the brace, her skin rubbed and tore. Pinkie tried to line up another one, but couldn’t find her aim. She let out a frustrated grunt. When she pulled the hammer back to take a wild swing, Dash burst out crying and begging.
"PLEASE STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!
Pinkie rolled her eyes. Putting hammer back down, she walked back in front of her friend. She stared pensively at the broken pegasus. Gilda didn’t even cry this much when she stuck that live parasprite down her throat. Pinkie thought for a minute about what to do next. Then there was a sudden spark in her imagination. She grabbed the gear wheel on the rack and laid Rainbow Dash on her back. She moved to Dash’s hind legs, bringing the can with her. Pinkie picked up the hammer again and she drove a searing piece of metal into the bottom of Dash’s hoof. Dash screamed again: Pinkie put one into the other hoof. Next she located the small generator on the tray. Tying the copper wires to the nails, she gave Dash a wink and flipped the switch. Electricity rocketed through Dash’s body. The blue pony reacted immediately; body seized, muscles struck taut. Her hips thrust skyward and her eyes rolled back. She let out a deep, throat shredding cry. Pinkie giggled and danced in place. She turned up the juice. Dash convulsed uncontrollably. Her bladder emptied once more.
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After about five minutes, Pinkie shut off the power. The area smelled lightly of cooked flesh and burnt enamel. She put Dash upright again and tried snap the delirious and drooling pony to back to attention.
"Dash. Daaash. Wake up.
Pinkie reached into the medicine bag and produced and large syringe. "Alright, time for the last
Dash looked at the needle and Pinkie took that as a question as to what it was.
"Something to take the pain
Coming to the front again, she told her friend, "In a few minutes, you won’t be able to feel anything below your ribcage. Then you’ll be able to stay awake to watch the harvest.
Dash started to cry again. "
"Yeah?
"I want to go home.
"Yeah, I can see wanting to do that.
Dash cried.
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Minutes passed and the drug took affect. Dash was numb from her chest to her flanks. Aware of this, Pinkie approached with her scalpel. With only a smiling glance to Dash, she made a long cut across her pelvis just above her crotch. Moving up her body, she drew a similar incision under her ribs. One final cut was made down her stomach, connecting the first two.
"Looks like I got my I on you, Dash.
With a moist, gooey sound, the new door flapped opened. The sight of her own organs and the lack of feeling caused Dash’s breathing to intensify. Pinkie sliced open the abdominal sac and grabbed the large intestines. Separating it from the rest of the digestive tract and pulling them from the forming cavity, Pinkie was getting jovial and starting making jokes. Dash, growing weaker from the new source of blood loss, tried to shut out the comedy act. Pinkie was laughing.
"Look at me, I’m Rarity!
Reaching back in, she cut the smaller intestine off the bowls. Squeezing out the excess excrement, Pinkie filed it through her teeth and dragged it back and forth. "Dentists say you gotta floss every day, Dash.
Rainbow Dash was barely aware of what was going on anymore. The shock was causing her to fade. Pinkie got disappointed. Diving back into the guts, she ramped up her routine.
"Aw, don’t go yet Dash.
Dash, didn’t hear her. She had slipped from conciseness minutes ago. Pinkie, not satisfied yet, hit her with another adrenaline shot. Dash woke up for the last time, her heart jumping. Her blood flowed out faster; it wouldn’t be long now.
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Pinkie put Dash on her down her back and straddled her chest, scalpel at the ready.
"Ya know, Rainbow Dash, I’m disappointed. I thought you would have lasted longer. I really wanted to spend more time with you before we got here. But I guess it’s my fault, I should have taken it a little slower. Oh well, it was really was nice knowing you,
The blade sunk into the blue one’s throat and worked its way up her chin. Coming back down, it circled around her neck. The last thing Dash felt was her skin being cut away from her skull, the metal scraping her teeth.
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But still, she was sad that her friend was now gone. It only lasted fifty minutes, not nearly as long as she wanted. She looked back the cadaver hanging there in the center of the room, the last of its fluids draining in to the pan. Yup, no more Rainbow Dash.
Then Pinkie cocked her head. She was starting to take notice of the fact that there really wasn’t that much damage. "It
Silver Spoon suddenly woke up. She was on her back and couldn’t move. She couldn’t see. Where was she? Freaking out, she was just about to scream when the pony from the bakery appeared in front of her.
"HI!
"Where am I, what’s going
"Oh, well, you see, your number came up and I gotta make cupcakes.
"W…wha….what does that mean. What are you talking
"Oh, nothing. I wouldn’t worry it if I was you. It’ll be over soon.
"Miss Pinkie, what are you
She paused and turned to look at Apple Bloom. The yellow baby pony walked up to her with an angry look on her face. Silver Spoon started to feel relived.
"Ah can’t believe your doing this.
Pinkie apologized "Oops, sorry about that, guess I got forgot. Here you go.
Apple Bloom climbed on the table and stood over her prey. Silver Spoon tried to struggle. She stared in fear at Apple Bloom and her apron. The pink apron with a shiny tiara on it. Silver Spoon started to cry.
Apple Bloom grinned and open her mouth "Hey, Silver Spoon, guess who gonna be a blank
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