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// Dressmaking's Easy 
// Story: Pinkamena's Final Act 
// by MasterFrasca 
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	Rocking back in forth on the bottom step, I thought over the horrors that I had just seen. Thoughts were spreading through my mind like wildfire. I didn't want them. They needed to leave, but I couldn't stop thinking about them. That spark of curiosity was keeping my mind glued here, and halting my body from leaving. As much as I wanted to leave, wanted to go and forget anything was ever down here, wanted to erase the images coursing through my mind like a storm, I just couldn't leave without knowing. Applejack was dead. Fluttershy was dead. There had to be more. No living creature capable of taking the life of another stops that quickly.

"How many more, Pinkie?!" I shouted at the dead body, still lying where it had been when I came in. I no longer felt sad for the dead pony, after what she had done to those poor innocent souls. "How many more suffered under you? How many more died in this basement?!"

Anger mixed with a heavy sadness welled up in me. I had to find out. There was more to this than just those two. "What else did you do?!" I yelled again at the corpse, standing up and walking over to her.

Her eyes were wide open and glazed over. One looked as if she had recently gotten a black eye, and both staring into the ceiling. The face was curled into an unnatural smile as if she had been laughing when she died. The knife was still sticking out of her chest, surrounded by blood stains. She was slumped on the ground next a wooden table covered in dried blood. There was also a spool of string attached to a needle sitting on the table. "What did you use this for?" I mumbled to myself, not daring to even touch the thing. Looking back at Pinkie, I noticed something in the corner right next to the base of the stairs. 

Two doors sat side by side, with blood slathered on them. Unlike the rest of the room, though, this blood looked as if it were put there by hoof, as they formed letters on the doors. The first simply had "dress" painted on it, and the other, "garbage." I walked slowly over and gripped the door handle of the "dress" room, afraid of what awaited me on the other side. Turning the knob, I swung it open quickly to try and get the shock over with.

Instantly, I stumbled back, turning my head as a rank smell hit my nose. It was the smell of rotting flesh, something I was surprised I hadn't already met with down here. Looking up, I saw something that will never, ever be erased from my memory. The small closet-sized room contained a dress if that was the correct term in this situation. This dress was made much like a quilt, with small patches woven together. 

This dress though... This dress had a material, no other dress did: Pony Flesh

This dress was composed of the cutie morks of dozens of Ponies. Their flanks were all woven almost sloppily together to form a sort of cloak. The multicolored dress had blood  splattered over it like everything else my eyes had come into contact. This changed things. This was no longer a few murders. This was genocide.


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"Rarity, I think you're going to love this!" Pinkie said, as I just stared in horror, tears streaming out of my eyes, as, In front of me, sat Applejack, With a knife sticking right out of her left eye.

I couldn't say anything, because when I woke up in a dark room chained to a wall, with a straight-haired Pinkie Pie calling herself "Pinkamena," and one of my best friends stuck to a wooden wheel by a butchers knife, I didn't have words to describe any of my thoughts. The only explanation I could have is that this was a nightmare. This was a dream, and I was going to wake up any second and have a good laugh at thinking Pinkie was ever capable of murder. That was what this was, and I was going to wake up any second. Any second now, I'm going to wake up.

"This isn't a dream!" I screamed, my brain catching up with my surroundings. My mind snapped right into panic mode, I thrashed trying my hardest to loosen the chains off my hooves, and screaming as loud as I could.

"Of course it isn't a dream you silly filly,"Pinkie said after I started to run out of air. "The walls are soundproof, so screaming wont help you out much if that's what you're trying to do. Thanks for the refreshing noise, though. Most of the ponies I bring down here never say a word, and I get bored."

I didn't pay attention to a word she had just said, because now I was staring at her, mouth agape. "Oh I knew you would like it!" the pink pony said, do her signature hop and smiling. What she was wearing was, to put it lightly, awful, disgusting, horrifying, terrible, and downright demented. She was covered in a quilt-like...thing... made entirely out of pony flesh. It was a compilation of dozens of different cutie marks of all shapes, sizes, and colors. 

I couldn't hold it in any longer, and I let my lunch spill out in front of me, getting a bit on my tied hooves. That dress was the worst thing I had ever seen, and there was no way any sane pony could have crafted it normally. "Let me tell ya," the demented party pony started after I let my guts spill, "this took me a few weeks to do, since getting ponies in here was so hard. Oh look here's Fluttershy's!" She pointed to a yellow patch near her own flank that had three pink butterflies pictured in the center in a triangular fashion.  

I wanted to cry so badly, but the shock of it all was keeping my eyes dry for now. "No..." I mumbled. "You monster..."

"Oh and here's Applejacks!" Pinkie continued, ignoring my comment and walking up to me to show me a closeup view of the orange-brown patch with three red apples in it. "She was fun to do!"

Instantly, anger welled up inside of me, and I used my horn to try and unlock the top left shackle to free my left forehoof. Managing to get it out before she noticed what I was doing, I instantly lunged my hoof directly at her face. It made contact with her eye, sending her stumbling back a few steps. While she was recovering from the blow, I started working on the next chain.

"NOT SMART!" Pinkie growled with a very demonic voice. Her back leg bucked a lever connected to the wall, and instantly a mechanism went into motion as my bindings started pulling my limbs apart.

I screamed in agony as my muscles started being pulled past their breaking point. I felt my tendons straining before I could no longer take the pain. As my bottom right leg was completely torn off from my torso, I passed out, never to reawaken.