> No Relation To The Pinkamena Series < Pinkamena takes an even darker turn in "Pinkamena X". The pink mare kidnaps victims throughout Ponyville and brings them to her lair beneath Sugarcube Corner. There, she rapes, tortures, humiliates, and degrades them however she wishes. Can she be stopped? Or will Pinkamena succeed and kill everyone?
Pinkamena sat in a chair in her lair beneath Sugarcube Corner. She was seated at a desk with a bunch of pictures and drawings of different kinds of traps and weapons and equipment. She picked up a picture and pinned it to the wall behind the desk. A picture of Berry Punch. She then sifted through a mess of papers until she found one she liked. She grinned and stuffed it into her mane. Afterwards, she left the desk and walked along the wall, passing by various doors. Pinkamena had vastly enlarged the basement of Sugarcube corner. It now had tons of rooms and hallways. There were even some hidden passageways to various locations throughout Ponyville. She arrived at one of the rooms and entered. The door creaked open and she flicked on the lights. The room lit up, revealing a strange torture device. It was a wooden chair with arm rests that reached the floor. Where the forelegs and back legs would be were a series of small holes. On the arm rests were leather straps. She trotted over to it and checked the straps, making sure they were on good. Pinkamena then looked at the back of the chair. It reached up high and was connected to the ceiling. There were some kind of empty tanks near the ceiling above the chair on either side. They were attached to the ceiling with a hydraulic. Pinkamena pulled one down and then back up again, testing it out. She smiled and walked around the device, inspecting it. After seeing it was all set, she left and made her way back to the desk.
"Everything's set. Now, all I need is you." she said, glancing at the picture of Berry Punch on the wall.
Berry Punch finished brushing her teeth and spit the toothpaste into the sink. She then flossed. When she was all done she left the bathroom and headed outside. She then made her way to a nearby house and knocked on the front door. A brown mare answered.
"Oh. Hey, Berry." she said. "What's up?"
"Nothin' much, Ginger." said Berry. "I was just on my way to Sugarcube Corner for something sweet to eat. Care to join me?"
"Right now?" asked Ginger. "Like... right now, right now?"
"Sure." said Berry with a smile. "Why not?"
"It's just that... I'm kind of busy right now. Got some things I need to do around the house."
"Don't worry about that. Take a break, come with me, and I'll help you with your chores afterwards."
"All right." said Ginger Snap. "Just let me do something real quick."
"All right. Don't take too long."
"I won't" said Ginger, heading back into her house. She came back about thirty seconds or so later. "I'm ready." she said said, closing the door behind her.
"You sure?" asked Berry.
"Lead the way, Berry." said Ginger.
The two left Ginger's house and headed for Sugarcube Corner.
Pinkamena opened a drawer on the desk and pulled out a file folder with Berry's name on it. she opened it and looked through the pages. They contained all the info on Berry. Her likes. Her dislikes. Where she goes at what times. Where she lives. Her friends. Her enemies. Even her deepest fears. She had a folder for everypony in Ponyville. A bell on the table rang, signaling Pinkamena that a pony had entered Sugarcube Corner. She closed the file and headed upstairs. The pink mare closed the basement door and rounded the corner, stopping. There, at the counter, was Berry... and Ginger. Pinkamena scowled and quickly trotted downstairs. She went back to her desk and opened the door. She rummaged through the folders until she found Ginger's. Pinkamena pulled it out and slammed it on the desk, opening it. She flipped through the pages, reading up on Ginger. She then found a picture of a torture device and stuck it in her mane. Afterwards, she quickly trotted upstairs to see Mrs. Cake handing Berry a bag. The mare thanked her and turned. Pinkamena took a deep breath and put on a smile. She then trotted over to Berry.
"Hey, Berry." she said happily.
"Oh." said Berry, turning around. "Hey, Pinkie."
"Leaving without trying my special pie?" asked Pinkamena, knowing that pie was one of Berry's favorite foods.
"Pie, huh?" asked Berry. "You sure do know my weakness, Pinkie."
Pinkamena turned around and grinned. "Wait right here. I'll be right back."
She trotted off, leaving Berry and Ginger alone.
"You and pie." said Ginger. "Unbelievable."
"What?" asked Berry. "It's good."
Ginger rolled her eyes as they saw Pinkamena approaching them, carrying a tray on her back. On that tray was a delicious looking pie. Pinkamena trotted up next to a table and tilted her body, letting the pie slide off onto the table. She then removed the tray and set it aside.
"Dig in." she said, smiling.
Berry and Ginger sat down at the table. Pinkamena watched them take a slice and begin eating. She looked over and saw Mrs. Cake watching them, smiling. The pink mare trotted over to her.
"It's nice to see you making food for your friends, Pinkie dear." said Mrs. Cake.
Pinkamena grinned. "You know what? I'll think I make you something, too."
Pinkamena headed into the kitchen. "Don't mention it."
Mrs. Cake watched as Berry and Ginger ate the pie. She loved to see others smiling about as much as Pinkamena used to. But, suddenly, the two seemed to get tired. She was about to say something when she felt a tap. She turned around to see Pinkamena holding out a glass of what appeared to be juice.
"What's this?" asked Mrs. Cake.
"It's mixture I came up with." said Pinkamena, holding it out. "Go on. Try it."
Mrs. Cake took it and tasted it. "It's good."
"I'm glad you like it." said Pinkamena.
Mrs. Cake kept drinking until she felt lightheaded.
"Whoa." she said. "I guess I drank too fast."
"Yeah, I'm... sure that's it." said Pinkamena taking the glass.
Mrs. Cake collapsed to the floor, unconscious but not dead. The pink mare then turned to Berry and Ginger. they had passed out as well, their heads resting on the table. Pinkamena grinned.
"Show time."
Berry slowly opened her eyes and let out a moan.
"Wh-what happened?" she moaned.
She looked around but couldn't see a thing. The only thing she knew was that she was in a chair. Berry tried to wiggle her forehooves but found them strapped down. She began to sweat and whimper. She tried flailing about but all four of her legs were strapped down.
"What's going on!" she cried.
Just then the lights turned on, blinding her briefly. She let out a groan.
"Aw... too bright?" asked a voice.
"Huh?" asked Berry. "Who's..." She paused when her vision returned. "Pinkie?"
The pink mare was standing in front of the door.
"Hello, Berry. Did you enjoy the pie?"
"What's going on?"
"You'll find out soon enough." said Pinkamena. "I guarantee it."
"Is this some kind of sick joke?"
Pinkamena trotted up next to her. "Oh, I don't think you'll be laughing." She paused. "Me, on the other hoof..."
"Let me go!"
Pinkamena punched her across the face. "Shut up."
Berry let out a yelp and coughed. "What was that f--"
The pink mare punched Berry in the chest, causing her to lose some air. She began gasping.
"Ah, this is too much fun."
Berry had her head hung, blood dripping out. "Wh... why?"
"Why?" asked Pinkamena.
She grabbed Berry's head and forcefully tilted it backwards, causing Berry to look upwards. The scared mare saw that there was a tall back to the chair. Something was attached to the top.
Pinkamena got in Berry's face. "Because it's fun. Pure... and simple."
"Just let me go." she pleaded, whimpering. Her eyes were filling with tears. "I won't... I won't tell anypony. I promise."
"Oh, a victim's promise don't mean shit to me, Berry." She let go of Berry's head and stepped back.
The mare began crying. "You were being so nice to us." She stopped crying and gasped. "Ginger." She looked at Pinkamena. "Where's Ginger?"
Pinkamena grinned. "You're not in any different a position, Berry."
"What?" Berry whimpered.
"Do you think this is an ordinary chair?"
"I... It's not?"
"Oh, no. It's one of my... special... chairs. Built especially for mares like you."
"What does it do?"
Pinkamena took a deep breath. "Well... there are a series of small holes in the chair. They're about the size of a quill tip. You can't see them because they're under your back legs. There are also holes in the arm rests."
"What're the holes for?"
"I'm getting to that part." said Pinkamena impatiently. "If you fail to do what you're supposed to do, a spike shoots up out of the hole."
Berry went wide-eyed. "How many holes are there?"
"Let's see... There's about 30 for each foreleg and 30 for each hind leg."
"S-sixty?" asked Berry.
"Congratulations. You can do math."
"SOMEPONY HELP!!!" yelled Berry. "HELP!!!"
Pinkamena walked behind the chair, picked something up, and emerged on the other side holding a wine bottle.
"And now the game begins." said Pinkamena.
She reached up and pulled down a tank. It was attached to the ceiling by a hydraulic. Kind of like a periscope on a submarine. There was a long straw attached to it. Pinkamena took the wine bottle and poured its contents into the small tank through a hole in the top. She went around back again and emerged with a booze bottle. She pulled down another small tank and repeated the process, humming to herself.
"What's that for?" asked Berry.
"I know how much you love drinking. Wine. Booze. You'll drink anything." She positioned the straw in front of Berry's mouth. "Now... here's the game. You must drink all the contents from the tanks. For--"
"All of it?" asked Berry. "But that's like--"
"5 gallons each. Who gives a shit? Anyways... for every 5 seconds you don't drink, a spike will impale you at a random location. You can live if you drink all 10 gallons."
"You're insane!"
"Better start drinking." said Pinkamena smiling.
She pushed a button and a mechanical ticking sound could be heard.
"What's th--"
She was cut off as a spike shot through her hind leg. She let out a scream and quickly put her mouth to the straw with the wine and began drinking.
"Good girl." said Pinkamena. "Drink."
Berry kept drinking until she felt the need for air. She stopped and took a quick breath before returning. After a while the taste became overwhelming and she had to stop. Then, another spike shot up, impaling her left foreleg. She let out another scream.
"YOU MISERABLE B--"
Another spike shot up, impaling her right kind leg. She screamed and resumed drinking. This went on for a while until she had finished the wine. She had fifteen more spikes impaling her. She felt lightheaded as she quickly moved over to the booze.
"Only 5 more gallons to go."
Berry whimpered as she began drinking. She soon felt as though she was going to throw up. Not like this, she thought. Not like this. Pinkamena watched, grinning as Berry's sips started to slow.
"Come on, Berry. You're doing so well."
Berry stopped drinking as she vomited all over her lap and the floor. Another spike shot up, impaling her left foreleg. She screamed again. Her forelegs and hind legs were covered in blood. As well as the floor around her. Berry was too drunk and sick to drink any more. Spikes continued shooting up, one after the other. Pinkamena let out a sigh of disappointment.
"Now you're not even trying."
After all the spikes had impaled Berry's legs, she slowly looked up at Pinkamena.
"I hope... you fucking die."
Pinkamena giggled. "You're the one that's dead, little miss potty mouth."
"Rot in... Hell..."
Berry let out a few gasps for air before she stopped breathing entirely. Pinkamena placed a hoof on Berry's cheek.
"Hush now, quiet now." she sang, closing Berry's eyelids. "It's time to lay your sleepy head..."
Ginger had awoken around the same time Berry did and heard all her screams. By the time Pinkamena entered her room she was already crying. The mare turned on the lights. Ginger was in a chair with her forelegs out at her sides. Each hoof was inserted into what appeared to be a compressor. Her forelegs were strapped in place. Her back legs were also strapped down with her hooves in compressors as well.
"What're you gonna do to me?!" cried Ginger.
"I'm gonna have a little fun." said the pink mare, grinning.
"Wh-what k-kind of f-fun?"
Pinkamena trotted next to the left compressor and put her hoof on the small wheel, turning it slightly. The metal compressor moved downward in the device, closing in on Ginger's hoof.
"You'll see."
"NO!" cried ginger. "PLEASE!"
Pinkamena turned the wheel some more, the metal plate getting even closer to Ginger's hoof.
"I'm sorry." said Pinkamena. "I don't listen to whining."
"Just... LET ME GO!" cried Ginger, trying to wiggle her forelegs free.
Pinkamena turned the wheel some more, the metal plate now touching Ginger's hoof.
"I'd say one or two more should do it." she said with a smirk.
"No. I'm begging you. Don't!"
"You're begging me, huh?" asked Pinkamena.
"YES!"
"Well, that changes everything."
"It... It does?" asked Ginger.
"Nope." said Pinkamena, turning the wheel.
The metal plate put a vast amount of strain on Ginger's hoof. This caused her to feel slight pain and cry harder.
"Don't." she said softly. "Don't. Don't."
"You're in no position to tell me what to do, Gingy."
Ginger hung her head and sobbed.
"LOOK AT ME!" yelled Pinkamena, turning the wheel.
There was a sickening crack as Ginger's hoof cracked. She let out a blood-curdling scream.
"AHHHH!!!" she yelled. "IT HURTS!!!"
"Good." said Pinkamena. "That means it's working."
Constant pain shot throughout Ginger's left foreleg. She was now sobbing uncontrollably.
"What's the matter, Gingy?" asked Pinkamena. "Can't take the pressure?"
"YOU CRACKED MY HOOF!" she wailed.
Pinkamena moved over to the other compressor.
"Better make that 'hooves'." she said, turning the wheel.
"NO! DON'T DO IT!" cried Ginger. "IT HURTS TOO MUCH!"
"My problem?" asked Pinkamena, turning the wheel again.
Ginger made the mistake of trying to move her hoof, sending more pain shooting through her body. Pinkamena turned the wheel even more, cracking Ginger's other hoof.
"This is more fun than I thought." said Pinkamena. "I was only gonna kill Berry but then you were with her." She ran her hoof down Ginger's chest. "Consider this as... last-minute. I had to improvise."
"LET ME GO!!!! LET ME GOOOOOO!!!!"
"Go?" asked Pinkamena. "We're just getting started."
She kicked a button on the right back hoof compressor. It began moving by itself, eventually crushing the hoof. Ginger was feeling unbearable amounts of pain now. Pinkamena then kicked the other compressor. It began closing in on Ginger's left hoof.
"NO!!! NO!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" she screamed as the metal plate slowly cracked her back hoof.
Now all her hooves were cracked and she was swimming in agony.
"Moving on." sang Pinkamena, placing her hoof on the left compressor wheel.
"WHAT'RE YOU--"
Pinkamena turned the wheel, applying more pressure to Ginger's cracked hoof. She let out another blood-curdling scream of agony as Pinkamena did the same to her right hoof.
Pinkamena turned the wheel in the opposite direction, releasing the pressure. She did the same to the other one. She then kicked a switch on the floor compressors and they released pressure. Ginger let out a sigh of relief as she continued to sob.
"Oh, it's not over yet."
Ginger looked up at her. "What?"
Pinkamena undid the straps and pushed Ginger out of the chair. Instinct caused Ginger to stick out her legs so she wouldn't fall. The mare landed hard on her cracked hooves and fell over, wailing.
"AHHHH!!!" she cried.
Pinkamena stepped over her and opened the door.
"It takes about one minute to make it from this room to the stairs. I'll give you two since you're a handicap."
"WHAT?" cried Ginger.
"Get to the stairs in two minutes or I'll kill you." she explained, pulling a kitchen knife from her mane.
Ginger let out a gasp as she began crawling to the door. Every time she put her hoof down she felt pain. She whimpered and began crawling on her elbows.
"Well, you'll never make it in time if you do that." said Pinkamena.
Ginger slowly got to her back hooves, pain coursing throughout her body. She then got to her front hooves, more pain coursing throughout her body. She was sobbing the entire time as she took a step.
"AHH!!!" she cried. "IT HURTS TOO MUCH!"
"One minute left and you haven't even left the room." Pinkamena sighed. "You must want to die."
"YOU TRY WALKING WITH BROKEN HOOVES, YOU BITCH!!!" Ginger snapped.
Pinkamena kicked he in the hoof, causing her to scream in pain.
"Shut the hell up and move." She paused. "Thirty seconds."
Ginger limped forward as fast as she could. Pinkamena trotted behind her, counting the seconds in her head. Ginger stumbled towards the stairs.
"20 seconds." said Pinkamena.
Ginger tripped and let out a cry of pain as she stuck out her forelegs, landing hard on her cracked hooves. She shed some more tears and got up, continuing to the stairs.
"10 seconds."
"NO!" yelled Ginger.
She was almost at the stairs.
"5." said Pinkamena, beginning the countdown.
Ginger tried to quicken her pace but it hurt to much.
"4."
She touched the stairs and began crawling up.
"3."
"YOU SAID IF I MADE IT TO THE STAIRS!!!" Ginger cried.
"But you're still-- 2-- in the basement... 1."
Ginger sobbed as she looked at how many steps she had left. She hung her head in defeat, knowing she lost. Pinkamena grinned.
"Zero."
She grabbed Ginger's hooves and dragged her down the stairs. The mare let out cries of pain as her hooves banged against the stairs. Pinkamena continued dragging the screaming mare down the line of doors. Soon, Ginger passed out from the pain.
She later awoke, her hooves chained together above her head. She kicked around with her hind legs and felt nothing. No floor. No nothing. She let out a whimper when she realized she was hanging by her hooves. The pain suddenly returned all at once and she began wailing.
"Somepony's awake." came a familiar voice.
The lights turned on all at once. When the blurriness faded and her eyes adjusted to the light, Ginger looked down and saw she was dangling a few feet above a pit of insects. Her eyes went wide with fear.
"Insects." said Pinkamena, circling the pit. "Your deepest fear, is it not?"
Ginger whimpered, looking at the bugs and ignoring her cracked hooves. Pinkamena stopped next to a lever and reached a hoof up, placing it on the lever.
"What're you doing?" whimpered Ginger.
Pinkamena grinned. "This."
She pulled the lever and Ginger began lowering.
"NO!" she cried, squirming. "NOOO!!!"
Pinkamena hummed to herself as Ginger screamed. The pink mare flipped the lever back up, stopping Ginger directly above the pit. A beetle latched itself onto Ginger's hoof and crawled up her leg.
"NO!!! NO!!!" screamed Ginger, squirming violently. "GET IT OFF!!! GET IT OFF!!!!!!"
Pinkamena began whistling as the beetle crawled up to Ginger's face. The mare kept yelling and screaming. Pinkamena flipped the lever again. Ginger began lowering into the pit of bugs.
"NO!!! PLEASE!!!" she cried. "I BEG YOU!!! LET ME GO!!!!"
Pinkamena ignored her plea.
"I'd keep your mouth shut if I were you."
Ginger kept screaming as she lowered in deep. All that was showing was her head. Ginger didn't stop screaming for one second. Bad move on her part because a few of the bugs crawled into her open mouth. She coughed as she felt the bugs tickling her throat.
"I told you." said Pinkamena.
Ginger began hyperventilating from the fear. More bugs crawled over her face. A few more crawled into her mouth as she inhaled, swallowing them. More and more bugs piled into her mouth. She then began choking, finding it hard to breathe.
"How do they taste, Ginger?" asked Pinkamena.
Suddenly Ginger's breathing stopped altogether. Pinkamena grinned and left the room, heading back to her desk. She sat down in the chair and opened Berry's folder. She looked down the info sheet and stopped at the last line. It read "Cause of death". She took a pen and wrote, "Impaled". She closed the folder and opened Ginger's folder. She went to the "Cause of death" line and wrote, "Choked on insects". She set the pen down and grinned, letting out a sigh of pleasure.
Fluttershy walked over to Sugarcube Corner and went in. Mrs. Cake was behind the counter.
"Oh, hello, Mrs. Cake. Is Pinkie here?" she asked.
"Sure, dearie. She's downstairs."
Fluttershy nodded as she headed downstairs as silent as the night. Pinkamena was seated at her desk as usual, looking at three file folders laid neatly on the desk. Shy trotted to the other side of the room, slowly humming to herself. Her saddlebags weighed down with skewers she had borrowed from Pinkamena. The pink mare picked up a file folder and beagn flipping through the pages.
"Oh, Pinkie. I came to give you your skewers back." Shy called halfway down the room.
Pinkamena looked over her shoulder. "Great." she said, looking back at the folder. "I hope you put them to good use."
"Oh, I did. Such good use." she cooed lightly.
Pinkamena set the folder down and picked up the second one. "Good to know."
"Although I almost didn't have enough." Shy murmured to herself.
"Have enough of what?" asked Pinkamena, closing the folder. "Skewers?" She set the folder down and turned around in her chair. "Why did you need them anyway?"
"Oh, the animals and I had a marshmallow roast" she half lied.
"Marshmallows, huh?" asked Pinkamena. "Did they taste good?"
"Oh, I didn't have any myself." she cooed, almost at Pinkamena's desk.
Pinkamena swiveled around and gathered the folders.
"Shame." she said, stuffing the folders in the drawer and closing it. "Marshmallows taste pretty good when roasted properly."
"She was certainly well done." Shy whispered.
Pinkamena turned in her chair and smiled. "She?"
Fluttershy put the bag down. "Oh, I said they were all well done, Pinkie."
"Oh. Did you?" she asked, smirking slightly. "My mistake."
"Well, I'll be going. Oh, and what did you need all those insects for?" she asked as she started troting away.
Pinkamena grinned. "I wanted to pull a prank on somepony. Scared her pretty good, too."
"Oh, well I hope you let the little ones go when you were done" she cooed, starting up the stairs.
"Don't worry." said Pinkamena. "I will."
"I have things to do this afternoon, so... bye, Pinkie." she called as she walked up the stairs. "Now where am I gonna find leech blood root..." she asked herself allowed.
"Blood root?" Pinkamena thought aloud to herself.
She got up from her chair and crept up the stairs. Fluttershy was walking out the door as Pinkamena made her way to the top. The pink mare closed the door, pulling out a key from her mane. She locked the door and slipped the key back into her mane. Afterwards, she trotted after Fluttershy, keeping a safe distance.Shy made her way to an old building that Pinkamena knew sold questionable things in the back room. Sort of like a mini black market. Pinkamena followed Fluttershy, stopping at the corner of the building and listening.
"Welcome, Thorn. And how are you this fine day?" asked the store owner.
"Leech blood root." Shy asked coldly.
Thorn?, thought Pinkamena. There was the sound of bits being payed, then hoof steps approaching the door.
Shy exited the shop and walked towards the path to her home. Pinkamena continued following Fluttershy to her home, making sure to stay far enough back so as not to be heard. As Shy got closer to her cottage, her mane and tail got more spiky, almost like thorns, as she walked. Pinkamena stood at the bridge to Fluttershy's cottage, waiting for her to enter. Fluttershy walked in, calling, "Ruby! Fray! I'm home! Is our 'guest' awake yet?"
Pinkamena quickly trotted over the bridge and up to Fluttershy's cottage, peering in through a window. Inside was Fluttershy, Ruby, and a dark gray stallion who looked almost like one of Fluttershy's animals himself. He had a collar on and was wagging his tail, watching the yellow mare.
"Yep, Thornshy. She's awake and she's yelling bad words down in the cellar." Ruby cooed, nuzzling Fluttershy.
Pinkamena grinned and headed to the front door. Fluttershy walked out the back, followed by the two others and out to the cellar.
Pinkamena opened the door and saw that the back door was open. She frowned and entered the cottage. Half way through the room, she saw a weird plant lying dead on the floor. It had thorns and was a deep red. There were drips of red and a lot of it filled a shelf in the room. Pinkamena exited out the back door and looked around for the cellar entrance.It lay just outside the cottage. It wasn't locked and had a faint light coming from inside. The pink mare trotted over to it and opened it. She grinned and began making her way down silently.
Down in the cellar, the muffled screams of a mare could be heard.
"Oh, come on, Wind Whip. Ruby's not even heavy on your wings." cooed Fluttershy's voice.
Pinkamena got to the bottom and sat down on the second to last step, watching. A light blue pegasus was strapped down to a table with a large spike hanging over her. It had a rigging to her wing which was a burnt husk of itself with the light pink filly standing on it, smiling at the mare. Fluttershy was trotting back and forth in front of the mare, smiling as the gray stallion was curled up, watching Fluttershy contently. Pinkamena grinned, watching the torture scene.
"Ruby, give her a jump." said Fluttershy.
The filly smiled at Fluttershy then at the victim.
"N-no nonononononono-" the victim cried.
Ruby jumped pushing the wing down. The blade came down and impaled the mare, killing her as the filly jumped around.
"Yay~" said Ruby cheerfully.
Pinkamena clapped slowly. "Bravo."
Fluttershy whirled around, eyes glowing. "Who's there!" she yelled as the gray pony stood up, growling in Pinkamena's direction.
Pinkamena stood up and slowly walked into the light, grinning. "It's just me."
"P-Pinkie. What are you doing here?" she said kind of slyly, nodding at Ruby who was trying to hide a needle she was filling with something.
Pinkamena trotted up to the dead mare, ignoring Ruby. "Nice work." she said, rubbing the spike that had impaled the mare.
Ruby tried to sneak forward, the needle floating next to her poised for a strike at Pinkamena. The pink mare eyed Ruby, slowly pulling a small kitchen knife from her mane.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"Fuck." cursed Ruby. stepping back.
"Pinkie... what are you doing here" Fluttershy asked again.
Pinkamena tapped the knife on the dead mare. "Just came to see what you've been up to."
Fluttershy stayed quiet, watching Pinkie as Ruby stepped up next to her.
Pinkamena quickly swung the knife down, holding it underneath Ruby's neck. "Don't even think about it."
"Ffffffff-" she started, looking at the stallion who had gotten up, growling. Pinkamena looked at the stallion.
"Down, boy."
"Yes, boy. Down." Fluttershy cooed, watching with concern. "W-what do you want?" she asked
"I just came to see what you're up to." said Pinkamena. She then knelt down in front of Ruby, staring her in the eyes. "And you sick your pets on me."
"Ruby's not my pet." Shy stated. "I'm her guardian after her mommy developed her drinking problem."
Pinkamena grinned. "Berry Punch?"
Ruby rolled her eyes. "Ya. Her."
"I don't think you need to worry about her getting drunk anymore." said Pinkamena.
"Oh, and why is that?" Ruby asked dejectedly.
Pinkamena sighed and stood up, keeping the knife against Ruby's neck. "Because she's dead."
"Oh." Ruby looked down, unhappy, "Shy was gonna do that soon..."
"Don't talk so much, Ruby." Shy scolded.
Pinkamena smirked, removing the knife from Ruby's neck and patted her head with the knife's flat side.
"How sweet. You don't even like your own mother."
"And?" Ruby asked, madly walking over to Fluttershy.
"Hey..." said Pinkamena. "I didn't like my mother either. In fact I killed her when I was young."
Ruby raised an eyebrow.
"All right, Pinkie. What do I have to do to keep you quiet about this?" Shy asked with a sigh.
Pinkamena trotted up next to her. "Keep your mouth shut about me and I'll keep my mouth shut about you. Deal?"
"You?" she asked.
Pinkamena let out a sigh. "Wow, Fluttershy. I figured after pulling out my knife, telling you that I killed my mother, and that I killed Berry Punch would've made it pretty obvious."
"Just making sure we were on the same page..." Shy cooed, smiling
Pinkamena grinned and put the knife back in her mane.
"Sooooo~ What's going on?" Ruby asked, looking at the two smiling mares.
Pinkamena looked over at Ruby. "Nothing much. Just two killers having a discussion."
"So, would you like to talk over tea?" Shy asked, trotting towards the stairs. "Oh, Fray. Clean up for mommy."
The stallion barked and started doing as told. Pinkamena followed Fluttershy and Ruby out of the cellar.
The three trotted into Shy's kitchen. As Fluttershy started making tea, Ruby sat on a stack of books in a chair opposite Pinkamena. The pink mare sat down, looking at Ruby.
"What kind of tea do you have, Fluttershy?" asked the pink mare.
"A bit of lavender tea. Would you like some blood in it?" Shy asked as Ruby piped up.
"I do!"
"Same." said Pinkamena, pulling her knife out of her mane and setting it on the table. She then began straightening her hair out.
"Nice mane." Ruby said, smiling at the straight mane.
"Thanks." said Pinkamena, not really putting any deep emotion into it. "I try to keep it as straight as possible."
"That's nice." said Ruby, tapping her hooves on the table as Fluttershy came back to the them with their tea.
She then sat down. "So, when did you start?" she asked.
"Ooh..." said Pinkamena, taking the cup of tea. "It's difficult to say." She took a sip. "I started little killings a while back... but I only began the games last week."
"Oh, you have a game?" Fluttershy asked as Ruby leaned in to listen.
Pinkamena hesitated, taking a sip. "I guess I can tell you." She set the cup down. "I vastly expanded the basement of Sugarcube Corner; adding hallways and rooms." She took another sip. "Each room has it's own torture device. the pony that I torture is decided from a select few I pick out. You should consider yourself lucky, Fluttershy." She picked up the tea cup. "Your name came up."
"Why am I lucky?"
"Because I don't kill fellow murderers." she explained.
"Oh, well goody for me. And would you mind taking my assistant out as well?" she asked, pointing a hoof at Ruby.
Pinkamena stopped, about to take a sip. She then set the cup down. "You want me to take her to help me torture my next victim?"
"Mmm... If you wish to have her help you." Shy said, ruffling Ruby's mane around her horn.
Pinkamena raised the cup. "Could be fun." she said, taking a sip.
"Are you fun to play with?" Ruby asked eyeing Pinkamena.
Pinkamena set her cup down and sighed. "So long as you don't irritate me."
"So long as you're not boring." Ruby said back.
Pinkamena leaned in close to Ruby, glaring at her in an attempt to freak her out.
"Boring!" she said, looking at Pinkamena without even flinching. "I deal with Shy's stare. This is nothing."
Pinkamena smirked. "You got guts, kid." She leaned back. "I like that."
"Thornshy? Can I go with Pinkamena and play?" she asked.
"Ask Pinkamena. Not me, dear." Fluttershy responded.
"Can I?" asked Ruby.
"I don't see why not." said Pinkamena.
"Yay!" she cheered, smiling.
Pinkamena picked up her cup, about to take a sip. Seeing that it was empty, she set it back down.
"Now, all I need to do is decide which of the two victims we get to play with."
"Oh, who're the choices?" Ruby asked excitedly.
Pinkamena let out a sigh. "Let's see if I can remember..." She paused for a second to think. "Either Fyre... or Comet."
"So you have some info on them?" asked Ruby. "I'd like to know about them."
"Of course I got info you can look at." said Pinkamena. "I got info on everypony in Ponyville." She looked over at Fluttershy. "Which is why I'm surprised you managed to keep your little games a secret from me... Bravo."
"Well, Blood Thorn helps me come out with this side of myself." she said, blushing a bit.
Pinkamena grinned slightly. "Still... Nice job."
"I wanna see the files, please." Ruby said standing next to the door.
Pinkamena stood up and headed for the door. "All right. Let's go."
Ruby followed Pinkamena, slipping along the way. On the way back to the Pinkamena's lair, the pink mare stayed silent. They soon arrived back at Sugarcube Corner about four minutes later. Pinkamena opened and the door and led Ruby inside. Mrs. Cake wasn't at the counter. The mare turned and headed down the side hall, pulling the key out of her mane and unlocking the door.
"Ready?" she asked.
"As ever." said Ruby.
Pinkamena smiled and opened the door. "After you."
Ruby walked in and headed down the stairs happily. Pinkamena stepped through the doorway and closed the door. She then bolted it from the inside and headed downstairs. Ruby was looking at the different doors around the lair.
"Over here." said Pinkamena, approaching the desk and opening the drawer.
Ruby followed standing on her hind legs trying to see
Pinkamena pulled out the two folders and dropped them to the floor.
"There you go, Ruby. Fyre's and Comet's. Enjoy."
She looked at Fyre's first
Fyre Species: Pony Gender: Female Colors: Orange (coat), Red + Dark Red (mane + tail), Lime (eyes) Cutie Mark: Flame Likes: Fun, Chocolate, Making Friends Dislikes: Chaos, Bullies, Brussel Sprouts Deepest Fear: Drowning Hobbies: Going to the park (around 3:00pm), strolling around town, hanging with her friends.
"Hmmmmm..." said Ruby.
She flipped to Comet's file.
Comet Gender: Male Colors: Grey (coat), white (mane + tail), blue (eyes) Cutie Mark: Shooting Star Likes: sweet foods, hay fries, wine on occasion, friends Dislikes: Mean ponies, sadness, profiling Deepest Fear: Tight Spaces (Claustrophobia) Hobbies: Hanging out at the Smoothie Shop (around 4:30pm), hanging at the park (6:30pm)
"Oh... Claustrophobia sounds like fun to play with." Ruby murmured.
"Claustrophobia?" asked Pinkamena. "Sounds like Comet."
"Mm-hm." Ruby looked at his file with a pit of drool. "Imagine putting him in a box."
"Oh..." said Pinkamena, taking a drawing of a trap and dropping it in front of Ruby. "I had something more... interesting in mind."
The drawing depicted the outlines for a room that closed in on it's victim, eventually getting small enough to crush them.
Ruby's eyes lit up at the sight.
"If you make it slow enough, you could get a real rise out of him." she purred
"That's exactly how I designed it." said Pinkamena, picking up Fyre's folder and putting it back into the drawer.
"May I see the room?" she asked, wiping some drool from her cheek.
"I don't see why not." said Pinkamena, closing the drawer and walking away. "Follow me."
Ruby followed happily. Pinkamena passed about five doors on the right until she stopped.
"Here we are." she said, opening the door.
The room was fairly big. Nothing much else.
"So, how's it turn on?" asked Ruby.
Pinkamena left the room and stood in fornt of the wall beside the door.
"There's a control panel here." she explained. "The button on the left opens the room. The button on the right makes the room smaller." She tapped a screen above the panel. "This gives you a view of inside the room. Next to it is a mic allowing you to talk to the victim inside."
"Oh, that sounds fun." Ruby purred.
Pinkamena smiled. "Indeed it does. Now, all we need is Comet."
"Oh, can I help. I can act innocent." she cooed with a set of overly cute eyes.
"I'm sure you can." said Pinkamena, closing the metal door. "I've been wanting to try this room for a while." She locked the door and turned around. "Now's my chance."
"Yay." sang Ruby.
"Ready to go hunt down our victim?"
"Whatever you need." she cooed "can i call you my ant?" she asked looking away "c-cuse you so cool"
"Aunt, huh?" asked Pinkamena. "Well... seeing as how you want to because of hobbies... I guess that would be all right."
"Yay, I have a cool aunt!" Ruby cheered, nuzzling pinkamenas leg.
Pinkamena looked down the hall. "How sweet."
"So, how are we gonna get him?" Ruby asked excitedly.
"This one may take some planning." said Pinkamena. "I got lucky with Berry and Ginger."
"We could try the 'hurt filly at the park'."
"The 'hurt filly at the park' routine, huh?" asked Pinkamena. "That could work."
"And with my specialty with magic, it could be fun." Her horn glowed and her back half turned into a snake's tail.
Pinkamena took a step back and looked her over. "Nice."
"I can also hypnotize ponies with my eyes like this." she cooed smiling.
Pinkamena held out a hoof. "Not now."
"I don't think it would work on you. You're smarter then most ponies." she cooed turning back into her pony body.
"You got that right." said Pinkamena smiling. "I can tell I'm gonna like you." Ruby beamed. Pinkamena patted her head. "But still... whatever you do... stay on my good side."
"Kay, aunty. What are we gonna do?"
"The 'hurt filly in the park' routine."
"Okay" Ruby trotted ahead of Pinkamena.
The mare followed her. "And don't worry about getting him back here. I've got that covered."
Ruby lay on her side with her front half sticking out of a bush, moaning in fake pain. Her lower half was a snake's tail, hiding a needle of a knock-out drug that Pinkamena gave her to use.
"H-help" she moaned weakly.
Comet was sitting at one of the park tables. His ears perked as he heard the cries. He quickly got up and headed towards the noise.
"Hello?" he called. "Somepony hurt?"
"P-please." Ruby moaned. "I broke my hind leg."
Comet trotted around a hedge and saw Ruby. Upon seeing her, he quickly ran and knelt down in front of her.
"Oh, no." he said, not knowing what to do. "You said you broke your hind leg?"
The tail coiled around the needle and slid around behind him. "Th-there was this thing. I-it got me and--" She jabbed him in the flank, injected him, and tossed the needle before he could see.
He looked behind him. "What was that?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just the boogeymare." she cooed as the drug started to take effect.
"The boogey... m..." he trailed off as he felt tired.
Pinkamena stepped out from behind a tree as comet passed out.
"Well done, Ruby. Well done."
"Meh. It wasn't as fun. He didn't last long enough to start hallucinating" she mummerd
"Still... Now we can play." said Pinkamena, grabbing Comet's right foreleg."Come on." She began trotting away.
Ruby slitherd behind her. Pinkamena stopped in front of a large brush. she reached in, grabbed a handle, and opened a hidden door in the ground. She then dropped Comet down the stairs.
"Oh, you have a lot of these." Ruby cooed.
"I do." said Pinkamena, heading down the stairs. "It's how I get around." She disappeared out of sight. "Close the door behind you."
Ruby did as told and followed Pinkamena. The mare continued dragging Comet down the passageway. Ruby snaked her way arond fallowing Pinkamena. They finally arrived at a dead end. Ruby slid her tail around Comet.
"What's up?" Ruby asked, coiling around herself.
Pinkamena pressed on the wall. It swung open, revealing Pinkamena's lair.
"We're back." said the mare.
She dragged Comet out of the passageway and headed to the room. The snake filly followed happily.
Pinkamena opened the door and dragged Comet inside. "Damn, he's heavy."
"Maybe he will loose some pounds in here." she snickered.
Pinkamena dropped Comet in the center of the room. She then lefft, closing the metal door behind her. "And now we wait."
"How long do you think he's gonna be out?" Ruby asked.
"Ohhh, I'd say about... three more minutes. Tops."
The filly coiled around herself, making a little fort from her snake tail.
"Okay." she said.
Pinkamena looked behind her at the room across the hall from her. She turned and trotted over to it
"What's in there?" Ruby asked, watching Pinkamena.
Pinkamena opened the door and looked inside. "This is where I'll be taking Fyre."
Ruby looked inside. Inside the room was a pool of water. Above it were tw chains, each with a cuff at the end. A lever was built into the wall on the left side of the room.
"Oh, this one looks fun." said Ruby.
"I'm sure it will be." said Pinkamena. "It''s a very simple one. The victim is chained upside-down and is slowly lowered into the pool. Before they die they are pulled back up. This goes on and on for a couple times, each dunk lasting longer than the last."
"Oh, that sounds really fun. Are her forelegs free?"
"Oh, yeah." said Pinkamena.
"Oh, you so creative. How long did it take you to make something like this?"
"Oh, about... a day. For this one, anyways. The device that killed your mother took almost a week."
"So how did you make her go?"
"The chair she was strapped to had spikes inside. After every five seconds she didn't drink from the wine tank or booze tank, a spike impaled her. So... in the end... she bled to death."
"Awww, that's too boring." ruby moped.
"Wasn't boring if you were there, Ruby." Pinkamena giggled. "All that blood..."
"Yeah, you right."
Pinkamena eyed the chains and then the pool. "I can already hear her screams."
"Can I help with her to aunty?" ruby asked with wide eyes
"I don't see why not." said Pinkamena.
"Yay!"
Just then there was a moaning sound behind them. Pinkamena turned and looked at the room Comet was in. "Looks like somepony's awake."
"Yay. Let's watch." the filly cooed slithering over.
Pinkamena trotted up to the control panel and watched the screen. "It's about time you woke up."
Comet looked around the room. It was a perfect box. "What's going on?!" he yelled.
"Hey, mister Comet!" Ruby cheered.
Comet looked around. "Who's that?!"
"Thanks for helping me at the park!"
"The park?" asked Comet, thinking. "YOU?!"
"Yay. You remember!"
"Let me outta here right now or I'm gonna--"
Pinkamena giggled. "You're gonna what, Comet? You can't leave."
Ruby giggled slightly.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" yelled Comet.
"Just to have a little fun." said Pinkamena, placing her hoof on the button.
"Hey, Comet. Are you scared?" the filly giggled.
Comet looked around the room. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"
"No." said Pinkamena. "But this is. " She pressed the button.
The walls slowly began to move inwards. Comet looked to the sides frantically.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" he yelled, sweating.
"It's a box, silly." Ruby cooed
The walls stopped moving.
"LET ME GO!!!" he yelled. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!!"
Ruby licked her lips watching.
Pinkamena pushed the button again, causing the ceiling to start to lower along with the camera. Now Pinkamena and Ruby had a closer view. Comet watched the ceiling coming down, a tear falling from his eye and running down his cheek.
"Awww hes crying like a little filly" she cooed giggling
Pinkamena grinned as the ceiling came to a stop. The room had shrunk about a third of it's starting size. Cometlooked around and saw the metal door. He ran over to it and tried to open it. He was then zapped with electricity and thrown backwards. Pinkamena looked at Ruby.
"Ah, yeah." she said, remembering. "Forgot about that."
"You didn't tell me it was so shocking." Ruby giggled at her pun.
"That pun was bad and you should feel bad." said Pinkamena.
Ruby looked at the floor sadly sorry.
Pinkamena looked back up the screen. Comet was cowering against the left wall. The mare grinned and pushed the button. The walls began moving again, pushing Comet across the floor.
"NOT AGAIN!!!" he cried.
"Awww, don't feel bad, mister." Ruby cooed.
The walls came to a stop again.
"PLEASE!!!" cried Comet. "STOP THIS!!!"
"Stop?" asked Pinkamena. "Why does every pony want to stop just as it's getting good?"
"They, dont like are fun" ruby huffed
"Our fun, huh?" asked Pinkamena. "Hmm..." She put her hoof on the button.
Pinkamena pushed the button and the ceiling began to lower again.
"NO!!! NO!!!" yelled Comet. "MAKE IT STOP!!!"
Pinkamena grinned, watching the screen.
The filly giggled.
The ceiling stopped. The room was now two-thirds smaller than it was at the start. Comet wascowering in the center, forehooves over his head.
"What's the matter, Comet?" asked Pinkamena. "Too small?"
Pinkamena pushed the button again. The walls began closing in again. They stopped just barely touching Comet. The colt began hyperventilating.
"P... PLEASE!!! D-DON'T!!!" he pleaded.
Pinkamena pushed the button again. The ceiling began lowering again. The middle section of the ceiling stopped just above Comet's head while the rest kept going until it touched the floor. Comet was now completely boxed in.
"And now for the grande finale." she said with a grin, placing her hoof on the button.
"Oh, wait, Pinkamena." Ruby whispered so Comet couldn't hear. "Hey, Comet." she said, this time so the colt could hear. "Count down from 10 and and it will all be over." she sang.
"C-Count down?" he whimpered.
"From 10." she confirmed.
"A-And you'll l-let me g-go?" he asked.
"You'll just have to find out." sang Ruby.
Comet gulped. "T-Ten..."
"Hurry." the foal sang again.
"N-Nine..." he whimpered.
"Ain't got all day." said Pinkamena.
Comet sniffled. "E-Eight..."
"Hurry hurry hurry!" the filly huffed.
"Seven... S-Six..."
Pinkamena sighed. "Come on..."
"F-Five... F-Four..." he started crying. "Three..."
"Almost there." sang the foal.
"T-Two... O-O-One..." He cried.
"You forgot death." the filly purred.
"D-Death?" asked Comet.
"Now you die." she chimed.
"Wh-What?" he whimpered.
Pinkamena pushed the button and the ceiling started to come down.
"NO!!!" yelled Comet.
Pinkamena grinned.
The ceiling came into contact with Comet and began pushing him downwards. He let out a blood-curdling scream and then there was a sickening crack.
"Ooh." said Pinkamena. "Felt that one."
"the camrias all bloody" ruby huffed
The ceiling continued crushing Comet, stopping when it got to the floor.
"That was awesome." said Pinkamena.
"I'll say!"
Pinkamena pushed the other button and the room started to open up. She then opened the door just as the ceiling and walls returned to normal. The crushed, bloody corpse of Comet lay in the center of the room.
"Ooh." said Pinkamena. "Nasty."
"Would you like some help cleaning up?" Ruby offered.
Pinkamena looked at her. "Perhaps."
About twenty minutes later they had cleaned up the mess and stuffed the remains of Comet in a bag. Pinkamena set the bag down outside the door and trotted to her desk.
"That was so much easier than having to tell Fray what to do all the time." ruby side
Pinkamena smirked and opened the drawer, pulling out Comet's file.
"Whatcha doing?"
Pinkamena opened the folder and picked up a pen. "Finishing up a few things." she answered, writing 'Crushed' on the 'Cause of death' line.
"So what're you gonna do with the body?" asked Ruby.
"Put it in the furnace." said Pinkamena, closing the folder and putting it back in the drawer.
"Ah, that's cool." Ruby cooed, her horn flashing as she shifted into a half-snake again.
"You like doing that, don't you?" asked Pinkamena, closing the drawer.
"I love this form. It feels so good." She stuck her forked tongue out, smiling.
Pinkamena let out a sigh. "Torturing really takes a lot out of you." she perked up and opened the drawer again. "Oh. I almost forgot." She reached and, pulled out Fyre's folder, and dropped it on the desk. "We got one more."
"Oh, how are we gonna catch her?"
"Well, she likes to go to the park around 3pm, so that's out of the question." Pinkamena leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. "What to do?"
"Well, I've got nothing shy usely picks them up i just take care fo fray" she purred coiling arond herself
"Screw it. Plan B."
"What's plan B?"
Pinkamena opened the right drawer and pulled out a syringe.
"Drug her in her sleep?" Ruby asked
"There's a thought." said Pinkamena, closing the drawer.
"Well, that would give me a chance to play with her." she drooled slightly.
"Play?" asked Pinkamena. "In what way?"
"I like fear... After what happened to me..." She looked away madly.
Pinkamena turned in her chair to face Ruby. "And what happened to you?"
"I was foalnapped. Just a little bit before Shy started taking care of me. They made me fear them... but then I got loose and killed them myself. I took my time watching them slowly fall apart." She purred the last part.
"Fall apart?" asked Pinkamena. "Literally or figuratively?"
"Hmmmm... One of both." she smiled. "One killed the other, thinking it would help."
"And why did one kill the other?"
"I started playing with them. Making them think the other was helping me." she purred.
"Hmm..." said Pinkamena. "Good job... for a foal."
"I just like tearing ponies apart, making them fear their own shadows." she purred again. "That's why Shy kept me. She knew what I was really like."
"Have you ever... literally... tore a pony apart?"
"Myself? No." she looked at the floor sadly
"Should try it some time. It's fun."
"First chance I get, aunty." she cooed.
Pinkamena got up from the chair and grabbed the syringe. "Ready for Round 2?"
"Sure am!"
Pinkamena stuffed the syringe in her mane and headed for the stairs. "Come on, Ruby."
"Coming." the filly sang.
Pinkamena headed up the stairs, not checking to see if Ruby was right behind her.
Ruby shifted back to normal, following. Pinkamena unbolted the door and opened it, exiting the basement.
"Come on, Ruby." she said.
"Right next to you!" she cooed, doing so.
Pinkamena waited for Ruby to leave the doorway before closing the door and locking it. She then turned and headed for the front door. Getting there, she opened it and stepped outside, looking both ways.
"Now to find Fyre." she said.
"Can I play with her first?" the filly asked, smiling menacingly.
"I don't see why not." said Pinkamena, eying all the ponies in the street.
"Yay." the foal sang.
Pinkamena turned left and began walking.
"So where have you killed from?" Ruby whispered.
"Just Ponyville." said Pinkamena. "Like I told Fluttershy... I basically just started."
"Oh. Shy has me sneak ponies from all around." the filly cooed happily.
"Hmm... How long has fluttershy been doing this?"
"Well, she's had me for two years and she said she's been playing with ponies for three more years, so..."
"Five years, huh?" asked Pinkamena. "Impressive for somepony with her kind of reputation."
"She's not so kind down there." Ruby sang.
"Yeah, I... I know that... now."
Ruby smiled, humming.
Pinkamena looked around. "All these ponies have no idea what's in store for them." she said with a grin.
"Not a clue."
"See that teal mare over there" asked Pinkamena, looking at a mare who was standing by a food booth.
"Ya?"
"That's Light Bright." said Pinkamena. "She's deathly afraid of heights." The mare grinned. "Got just the room for her, too."
"Ohhhhhhhhh..." the filly sang.
"And that red and white mare over there? That's Lolly Pop."
"What's she fear?"
Pinkamena smirked. "One of my favorites."
"Oh, what is it?" the filly asked.
"Agraphobia."
"What's that?" asked Ruby.
Pinkamena chuckled softly. "The fear of sexual abuse."
"Oh. That sounds like fun to mess with." Ruby purred.
"I also like ponies with Genophobia and Paraphobia."
The filly stared.
Pinkamena sighed. "The fear of sex and the fear of sexual perversion."
"So you like BDSM torture?"
"I find it exciting, yes." said Pinkamena, stopping.
Ruby stopped too. "What's up?"
"We're here." said Pinkamena, turning to her left. "Fyre's house."
"Oh. Now I can have fun." the filly shifted to a half-snake.
"Not in public." whispered Pinkamena.
The filly shifted back. "Sorry."
Pinkamena walked up the steps to the front porch and knocked on the door. Couple seconds later the door opened, revealing an orange mare with a mane of different shades of red.
"Pinkie?" she asked.
"Hey, Fyre."
Fyre looked at Ruby. "And you are..."
"Ruby Punch!" she cheered
"Hello, Ruby." said Fyre. She looked back at Pinkamena. "Whatcha doin' here?"
"Just visiting." said the pink mare. "May we come in?"
"Don't see why not." said Fyre. "Come on in."
She stepped aside, allowing Pinkamena and Ruby to enter.
Ruby bounced in.
Fyre closed the door. They were standing in the main area. Kitchen lay ahead. Living room to the right. The stairs leading upstairs were in the far right corner. A large window was to the left. A comfy looking couch sat in front of the window.
"Make yourselves at home." said Fyre.
Pinkamena sat on the couch.
The filly sat down next to Pinkamena.
Fyre had her back turned briefly. Pinkamena took the syringe out of her mane and set it next to Ruby.
"Take it." she whispered.
The filly swiped it and hid it. Fyre turned to face them.
"So, what's up?" asked Fyre.
"Mena... Can I play with her now?" the filly whispered.
Pinkamena gave her an affirmative tap on her side so that Fyre couldn't see. The orange mare tilted her head.
"Did you say something, Ruby?"
"Hey, miss. Can you play a game with me?" she asked sweetly.
"Game?" asked Fyre. "I like games."
"This one's my favorite."
"What is it?" asked Fyre. "I'm game." she said with a smile.
"It's called 'Catch The Snake'. It's like Hide And Seek. I'll hide first, okay?"
"All right." said Fyre. "Go hide."
Ruby darted off and shifted to her snake form.
Fyre sat on the couch and closed her eyes. "One..."
Pinkamena watched her, grinning.
"Two..."
The filly made sure her front half could be found first as she lay with her hoof sticking out from under the bed.
Pinkamena watched as Fyre finished counting. The mare then got up.
"Ready or not! Here I come!" she yelled cheerfully.
Fyre trotted into the kitchen, checking under chairs and in the cabinets. She then left and headed to the living room, checking under tables and behind furniture.
"You're good, little one!" she called. "But I will find you!"
She left the living room and headed down the hall to the guest room. She spotted a hoof sticking out from the bed.
"Oh, gee. I wonder where she could be."
The filly giggled. Fyre stopped next to the hoof. She then quickly dropped to the floor and lifted the sheet.
"AH-HA!"
The filly slithered out.
"Sssssssso you found me. Now it'ssss my turn." she said with a forked tongue.
Fyre let out a shriek and fell backwards.
"Wh-what's going on?!"
"We're playing my game. Now, the sssnake triesss to find you." she cooed, rubbing the tip of her tail along Fyre's jaw.
Fyre scrambled to her hooves and stumbled out the door.
She started counting. "Ssssssssix. Five."
Fyre ran down the hall and back into the main area. She then stumbled over to Pinkamena.
"You have to help me!" Fyre pleaded. "Ruby's become a monster!"
"Then, I guess you'd better hide."
Fyre let out a gasp and attempted to bolt for the door. She stopped when she saw that the doorknob was missing. The mare began to whimper. She turned and ran up the stairs.
"Four. Three. Two."
Fyre ran into her bedroom and dove into the closet, closing the doors and huddling in the corner.
"One."
The filly slithered into the vent.
Fyre cowered, whimpering.
"Go away." she whispered.
Ruby hissed, making the noise echo in the vents.
Fyre looked around the closet.
"No no no. Please."
"Here I come." she sing-songed.
Fyre scooted to the other side of the closet.
"GO AWAY!!!"
"There you are." she cooed smiling
Fyre let out a scream and burst out of the closet. She then dove under her bed, peering out. Ruby slid through the vents till she was over the bed. She eased herself onto the bed and laid near the edge. Fyre looked around. When she saw and heard nothing, she stuck her head out. She was breathing heavily from the fright.
"There you are." the filly cooed, licking the mare's ear.
Fyre jumped in fear, banging her head on the bed frame.
"Ahh!" she cried.
She reached and rubbed her head. Fyre brought her hoof down and gasped. There, on her hoof, was a little blood.
"Oh, shit..."
The filly's snake tail wrapped around the mare quickly and pulled her onto the bed. She then slid the mare's pillow into her mouth to keep her quiet.
"Hey there." she cooed.
Fyre mumbled something, tears in her eyes.
"I'll take the pillow out if you promisssse not to sssscream." Fyre hesitantly nodded. "Good mare." She pulled the pillow out. "Now, what were you gonna ssssay?"
"Please, leave me alone." whimpered Fyre. "Please."
"And what would you do to make me let you go?"
"Anything." said Fyre. "Just let me go. Please..."
"What if I... assssked you to kill my mommy?" she teased.
"K-Kill your m-mommy?" asked Fyre. "I-I..."
"What wassss that?"
"I can't kill somepony." she cried. "I just can't."
"Awww, and i wasss gonna let you go." She started tightening her tail around the mare.
Pinkamena stepped into the doorway and leaned against the frame.
"Just let me... go." Fyre choked.
"Would you kill for little old me?" the filly asked sweetly.
"N-no..."
"Too bad. Now, I'll let you go." she cooed, levitating the needle near the mare's neck without her seeing it.
"Y... You will?"
"Yep. Jussst one thing i have to sssay."
"Wh-What's that?" whimpered Fyre.
The filly jabbed the needle into the mare's neck.
"Nighty-night." she sang.
"What the..." Fyre trailed off as she passed out.
Pinkamena trotted up to Ruby.
"Now to get her back to my lair."
"Will do." she said carling the snick body arond the mare consealing her completly
"And you think nopony's gonna notice your snake body?"
Ruby's horn flashed and she had her legs agen but the mare was know where to be sean "there now we are fine"
"What was that?" asked Pinkamena.
"Well, it's hard to explain, but in short I compressed my snake part into myself with her in it. She's in my stomach right now."
"So... you're telling me that her whole entire body is inside your stomach?"
"Magic? I don't get how it works. It's kind of like a snake eating something, you know?" the filly tried to explain.
"Hmm..." said Pinkamena. "Well... let's get a move on."
"Right. Lead on." the filly said, walking up next to Pinkamena. "She tastes horrible."
Pinkamena led her down the hall and downstairs, stopping and staring at the door... the one with no doorknob.
"Nice with the doorknob, aunty." the filly complimented.
Pinkamena kicked the door open forcefully. "Let's go."
Ruby followed. Pinkamena and Ruby headed back to Sugarcube Corner.
Once there, they entered and returned to the basement.
"Remember the room I showed you?" asked Pinkamena, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.
"Yep." sang Ruby.
"Would you take our guest there while I fetch her folder?"
"Okay." She trotted off to the room, waiting outside in her snake form with the guest still in her tail.
Pinkamena grabbed Fyre's folder from the desk and went to join Ruby. When she got there, she opened the door and headed inside.
"Come on. Let's get her into position."
"You know you could make it worse for her if you water board her." the filly suggested, lifting the mare up with her tail.
"Isn't that when you put a towel over the mouth and pour water on it?" asked Pinkamena, setting the folder down and trotting up to Ruby.
"Ya. But here we would use a cloth to keep her mouth slightly open when you dunk her." the filly explained.
Pinkamena motioned for Ruby to uncoil herself from Fyre's body. "It could work."
The filly did as directed. "You want me to hoist her up there so you can strap her in?"
Pinkamena shook her head and pointed to the lever on the left wall. "Pull the lever down all the way."
The filly pulled the lever down for Pinkamena. The chains hanging down from the ceiling lowered, splashing down into the pool. Pinkamena pulled them out and attached the cuffs to Fyre's ankles.
"If you want, find a cloth to put in her mouth." said Pinkamena.
"Okay." cooed the filly.
Ruby slithered off looking for one.
"Found one!" Ruby chimed comeing back in with a long dertiy old rag "fond it in the londriey"
"Great." said Pinkamena, standing and trotting over to the lever. "Stuff it in her mouth."
The filly tied her mouth open with the rag, making it so Fyre wouldn't be able to close her mouth. "There."
Pinkamena raised the lever as far up as it would go. The chains began reeling up, dragging Fyre up and dangling her over the pool of water. Pinkamena grinned.
"And so it begins."
"Yay." Ruby sang, giggling.
Pinkamena sat down in the corner and picked up Fyre's file, reading it.
Ruby shifted back to normal. She closed her eyes and was focusing her magic.
Pinkamena looked up from the file. "What're you doing?"
"T-Trying a different form." she wheezed, her lower body glowing.
"Yeah, well... good luck with that." mumbled Pinkamena, returning to her reading material.
There was a flash of light and Ruby's lower body was now a spider.
"Wow, it worked!" she cheered.
"Yeah yeah..." mumbled Pinkamena. "Good job and... all that."
"Er... thanks, Aunt Pinkamena." Ruby hoofed at her mane.
Pinkamena flipped to another page. "I wonder if I put too much of the sleep drug in that syringe..." she muttered.
"I'm sure she'll wake up soon." She shifted back, panting slightly.
Pinkamena flipped back to the first page. "This taking too long." She looked over at the foal. "Ruby."
"Ya?"
"Go to the desk, bottom-left drawer. There should be a syringe labeled 'Adrenaline'."
"Okay." She ran to the desk and got the needle. As she ran back in the room, she slipped. The needle fell to the floor and shattered. "Oops..."
Pinkamena looked up from the file and glared at her, eyes filled with rage.
"Sorry?" said Ruby, keeping low.
Pinkamena slammed the folder shut, got up, and began trotting towards Ruby. The filly backed up.
Pinkamena stopped next to the broken syringe and looked down at it. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get that?"
"N-no."
The pink mare looked up at the filly and began moving towards her again. "Very... Very hard."
"I'm sorry!"
Pinkamena stopped directly in front of Ruby. "Sorry?" she asked. "Sorry? Sorry doesn't get me more adrenaline, does it?"
"N-no..."
"Perhaps I'll have to play with somepony else before she wakes up." she said, reaching into her mane and pulling out the small kitchen knife.
Ruby wet herself. She knew what this pony could do to her and it scared her to the core.
"P-Please don't hurt me." she whimpered, covering her face with her forehooves.
Pinkamena brought the knife under her chin. "But you have to be punished."
"Please, no." Ruby whimpered
She made a sudden move towards the filly, causing her to flinch.
Pinkamena giggled. "Oh, Ruby..." she said, putting a hoof on her shoulder. "Your deepest fear is another one of my favorites."
"Wh-What do you mean?"
"Mastigophobia. The fear of being punished." Pinkamena gently ran the knife across her neck slightly, not cutting it. "It's perfect." she sighed.
"P-P-P-Please. I-I'll be a good filly." she begged.
"You're damn right you will." said Pinkamena coldly. "But only because you'll never forget what I'm about to do to you." The filly wimpered again. Pinkamena raised the knife above her head. "Prepare yourself, little one. This may hurt... a lot."
Ruby wet herself again. Just then there was a moaning sound from up above. Pinkamena looked and saw Fyre, slightly stirring about. She then looked back at Ruby and lowered the knife.
"Maybe I'll let you off with a warning this time."
"Th-Thank you." she whispered.
Pinkamena shoved the knife back into her mane and turned around, trotting over to the lever. Fyre's eyes twitched as they slowly started to open.
"Huh?" she muttered. "What's going on?" She blinked a few times and looked around. "Wh... What's going on?!" she cried.
Ruby perked up instantly. "It's bath time, silly." she cooed, shaking off her fear.
"B-Bath time?" asked Fyre. She looked directly below her and saw the pool of water. "WHAT THE HELL?!" she yellled. "WHAT'S THAT FOR?"
"Well, for dunking, of course." said Pinkamena.
"Dunking?" asked the frightened mare. "N-No!" She squirmed, shaking side to side. "Let me GO!"
"What's the matter, Fyre?"
"GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!!"
Pinkamena grinned and pulled the lever half-way down. Fyre began lowering closer and closer to the water.
"NOO!! PLEASE, NO!!!"
"You said you wanted down" the filly pointed out
Fyre was nearing the pool.
"No no no no no no no."
"What's the matter, Fyre?" asked Pinkamena. "Little fear of drowning?"
"Wait. We forgot the cloth." The filly held it out.
Pinkamena brought the lever back into the center, stopping Fyre's descent. "Go for it."
The filly floated the cloth closer to the hanging mare.
Fyre squirmed about. "NO!"
Ruby jammed the cloth into the mare's mouth and tied it in a way so she couldn't shut her muzzle.
"There you go. All ready for your dip!"
Fyre mumbled loudly, sweating.
"You're sweating." said Pinkamena. "You must be hot. Here... let me cool you off."
She lowered the lever half-way again, causing Fyre to be lowered. Her head was eventually submerged in the water. Bubbles formed in the water as Fyre screamed through the cloth.
"That's not gonna help you." sang Ruby.
Pinkamena raised the lever to the half-way position, causing Fyre to slowly be pulled upwards. When her head was out of the water, she coughed up a mouth full of water.
Ruby giggled at the mare. Fyre mumbled something as Pinkamena made her stop a foot above the water.
"Sorry. What was that?" she asked. "Couldn't understand you with that cloth in your mouth."
Fyre mumbled loudly again, crying immensely.
"What's wrong. Not afraid of a little water are you?" the filly teased.
Pinkamena smirked. "Ready for another go?" Fyre started to mumble something but was cut off. "Too late. Down you go."
Pinkamena lowered the lever again, dunking Fyre a second time.
"Oh, aunty. Can I look under the water and watch her?" she asked.
"If you want." she said, eying Fyre.
The filly shifted into snake mode and dived in, watching the mare.
Fyre's eyes went wide as she whimpered even more loudly. Ruby smiled at the mare with snake fangs. Fyre squirmed about, splashing water everywhere. Ruby snaped at the with her fangs smiling. Fyre let out a muffled yell as she was brought up again, stopping a foot above the water.
The filly came up out of the water. "Awww, you scared of me?" she cooed, playfully licking the mare's ear with a forked tongue.
Fyre continued mumbling something.
"Ruby." said Pinkamena. "Kindly remove the cloth so I can understand what she's saying."
Ruby pulled the cloth loose with her teeth, making sure the mare saw them.
Fyre spit up some more water. "LET ME GO! I BEG OF YOU! PLEASE!" She cried some more. "I won't tell anypony, I swear!"
"Hmm..." said Pinkamena. "What do you think, Ruby?"
"What would you do for you freedom?" the filly cooed, sliding her snake tail along the mare's spine.
"ANYTHING! JUST... please... No more." She closed her eyes and cried.
"Come on. You have to have a guess as to what we would like." she cooed, coiling her tail around the mare's stomach.
"I'LL DO ANYTHING!!!" Fyre screamed. "WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!?!"
Pinkamena glared at her.
"I'd pick something before aunty gets mad." the filly sang, slapping the mare's stomach with her tail.
Pinkamena tapped the lever. "Well?"
"You don't understand." cried Fyre. "I mean I'll be your helper! I'll do whatever you say! Just... please... NO MORE!!!"
"Hmm... What do you think, aunty Pinkie?" the filly asked, licking the trapped mare's cheek.
"I already have a helper. I don't need another one."
"Maybe another dip will help her think" Ruby cooed.
"Perhaps." said Pinkamena. She lowered the lever, dunking Fyre again.
The filly smiled, watching the mare. Fyre splashed around, sending water into Pinkamena's face. The pink mare spit out water and narrowed her eyes even more, letting out a soft growl. The filly watched this and wrapped her tail around the mare, holding her still.
Pinkamena wiped her face and raised Fyre again. She then pulled out her knife.
"Hold still, you bitch." said the mare. "Or I'll cut you, too."
The filly pulled away from the captured mare so as not to get cut by accident.
Fyre ignored Pinkamena and kept squirming. "LET ME GO!!!"
Pinkamena trotted up to Fyre and stabbed her shoulder. The trapped mare let out a yell of pain.
"I told you to hold still."
"YOU'RE CRAZY, YOU BITCH!!!" yelled Fyre.
Pinkamena twisted the knfe, causing Fyre to scream loudly. Ruby held her mouth under Fyre's wound, letting the drops of blood drip into her mouth.
"Promise to hold still?" asked Pinkamena.
"WHAT DOES IT MATTER?!" cried Fyre. "YOU'RE JUST GONNA KILL ME ANYWAYS!!"
"You're probably right." said Pinkamena, twisting the knife some more. "Doesn't mean we can't have a little fun in the meantime."
"You tasty, miss." the filly commented.
Pinkamena pulled the knife out, causing blood to dribble out of the wound. The water in the pool turned red.
Ruby leaned up and stuck her tongue into the wound.
Fyre let out a sharp cry. Pinkamena grinned and placed a hoof on Ruby's head. "Drink up."
The filly sucked hard on the wound and pushed her tongue into it. "Mmmmmmm..."
Fyre yelled in fear and pain, tears streaming down her face.
"STOP!!! PLEASE!!!"
Pinkamena took the knife and made a slit on Fyre's other shoulder and began drinking the blood.
The filly bit down to draw more blood.
"NOOO!!!!" cried Fyre. "STOOOOP!!!!"
Pinkamena began licking the wound. Ruby continued to drink from the mare
Pinkamena pulled away, sighing. "Always a treat."
Ruby kept drinking. Pinkamena looked into Fyre's eyes and grinned. She leaned in and forcefully kissed Fyre on the lips. The mare squealed and tried to back away. The filly was now full and leaned back, watching the show Pinkamena was putting on.
Fyre continued squirming and screaming into Pinkamena's mouth. The pink mare stuck her tongue into Fyre's mouth, causing her to scream and cry. Pinkamena pressed harder before pulling away.
"You do taste good."
"Look, aunty. She's wet and you didn't even dunk that spot." The filly pointed a hoof at the dangling mare's crotch.
"Aw... but it's too high." said Pinkamena.
"I can lower her." the filly cooed, sliding her tail over to the lever.
Pinkamena grinned. "Do it. And don't let her up until I say so." she said, placing a hoof on the mare's chest.
Ruby flipped the switch down. Fyre was lowered until her head was submerged. Pinkamena leaned in and began licking between her legs. Fyre mumbled underwater as Pinkamena's tongue slid across her skin. The filly nestled into the pool, eagerly watching Pinkamena play with her victim. Pinkamena stuck her tongue in deep and flicked it around. Fyre yelled underwater. Pinkamena closed her eyes and sucked harder, causing more bubbles to erupt from the water. Ruby watched and slowly slid a hoof under the water. Pinkamena continued licking as she rubbed the side of Fyre's body. The pink mare buried her muzzle deeper into Fyre. The orange mare continued yelling. The filly let out moans of her own. Pinkamena eyed Ruby as she continued licking. Fyre began gasping for air and choking. Pinkamena pulled away and sighed.
"Let her up, Ruby." said the mare.
Ruby did as told, flipping the lever up. Fyre emerged from the water, gasping and choking.
"YOU BITCH!!" she yelled.
"Watch your mouth, missy." said Pinkamena. "Or I may have to... occupy it again."
The filly put her other hoof under the water, moaning as she watched.
Pinkamena rubbed Fyre's cheek. "You mean to tell me you didn't enjoy that at all?"
"NO!" yelled Fyre. "I DIDN'T!!"
"Shame." said Pinkamena, looking over at Ruby.
Ruby watched the two, lazily moving her hooves under the water.
"Having fun?" asked Pinkamena.
The filly weakly nodded. Pinkamena turned back to Fyre, leaned in, and began kissing her neck.
"STOP IT!!!" yelled Fyre.
Ruby moaned out loud, watching Fyre fight Pinkamena.
"Stop?" asked Pinkamena. "I'm just getting started." She looked back at Ruby. "Lower her again."
Ruby downed the switch. Fyre was lowered into the water again, screaming on the way down. Pinkamena leaned in again, licking in between her legs. The pink mare rubbed Fyre's legs as she kept licking. The orange mare yelled in the water, trying to kick her back hooves. Ruby let out a shriek and slumped in the pool of water, watching lazily in bliss. Pinkamena began licking violently, causing Fyre to flail about, splashing water everywhere. Pinkamena pulled out her knife and held the tip against Fyre's chest. the mare stopped flailing and tried to hold her breath. Pinkamena kept licking, sticking her tongue in and out. Pinkamena's face was suddenly covered in Fyre's fluids as the mare gasped, inhaling a lung full of water. She choked and flailed around violently. She soon became still as Pinkamena fell backwards into a seated position.
"Whoo." she said, looking over at Ruby. "That was fun."
"Ooooh, yaaaa!" the filly moaned.
Pinkamena took in some deep breaths. "All right. Bring her up."
Ruby flipped the switch up all the way. Fyre was pulled up out of the water. She hung limp, not moving. Pinkamena got up and circled the pool.
"I'd say she's dead. Wouldn't you?"
The filly poked the body with her tail. "Yep!"
Pinkamena grabbed Fyre's front hoof. "Lower her all the way again."
Ruby did as asked. The chains went limp and Pinkamena pulled Fyre onto the dry surface.
Ruby got out of the water. "Uh... You want me to get some towels?" she offered.
Pinkamena brushed her wet hair out of her face with a hoof and looked at Ruby. "Sure."
The filly pranced off for the towels, coming back wearing one on her mane. She then levitated two to Pinkamena. The mare took a towel and wiped her mane, drying it off.
Ruby yawned slightly from being up all night with Pinkamena. "Hey, aunty? Would you be okay with me going home soon?" she asked. "I'm kind of tired..."
"Sure." said Pinkamena, dragging Fyre's body next to the door. "Go ahead."
Ruby smiled and started walking out the door. Pinkamena put a hoof on her shoulder.
"Remember what I said earlier." said the mare. Ruby looked puzzled at her. "Don't ever screw up again. Next time there won't be a warning."
The filly nodded, cowering slightly and darting out of the room.
Pinkamena watched Ruby leave and then returned her gaze to Fyre. "Now to dispose of you."
CAST Pinkamena / Apple Bloom / Sweetie Belle --- Pinkamena666 Scootaloo --- NightSoul
"Slow down!" yelled Sweetie Belle.
Her and Apple Bloom were being pulled by Scootaloo in their wagon, with Scootaloo on her scooter.
"Oh, stop whining. I know what I'm--" Scootaloo was cut short as she hit a rock, sending her and her friends soaring. "Ahhh!"
They tumbled across the grass and landed in a bush.
"Ah... mah head." groaned Apple Bloom.
The pegasus moaned in pain, having landed on top of her freinds.
Apple Bloom picked her head up and looked around. They were in a bush on the edge of the park. She then looked down and saw what appeared to be wood. She knocked on it and it sounded hollow.
"Hey, girls." she said. "Ah think ah found somethin'."
Scootaloo got off of her friends. "What is it, Bloom?"
Sweetie Belle jumped off as Apple Bloom stood up.
"There's somethin' here." she said, stepping back. "Look."
It was a door with a rope loop.
"Cool! Girls... let's open it!" Scoots cried, pulling on the rope.
The door seemed heavy. Sweetie Belle helped Scootaloo get it open. Once they did, they peered in.
"Wow." said Sweetie Belle. "It's dark."
"Let's check it out!" the pegasus squealed excitedly.
"Ah don't think we should." said Apple Bloom. "It's pretty dark in there. Who knows what's down there?"
Scootaloo took a step in. "Aw, come on girls."
Sweetie Belle took a step back. "Apple Bloom's right, Scoots. It could be dangerous."
"I'm going in. Are you girls with me or not?" she asked, stepping further in.
Apple Bloom also took a step back. "Perhaps another time, Scoots."
"Yeah." said Sweetie Belle. "Another time."
The orange filly turned toward the dark and started trotting.
"You girls just watch. I'll get my cutie mark for sure!" she called back.
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle backed away, watching Scootaloo disappear through the door in the ground.
Scootaloo walked around for almost 20 minutes before she realized she had gotten lost.
"Well, this isn't good..." she thought aloud.
She then heard the faint sound of hooves.
Scootaloo was getting a little scared now. She kept trotting along.
"Well well well." came a voice. "Look what the cat dragged in." Then there was a spine-chilling giggle.
"Wh-who's there!?" Scootaloo yelped in surprise.
"Don't you know it's impolite to tresspass?"
The filly backed against a wall, looking around for the source of the voice.
"One, two... Pinkie's coming for you." There was the giggle again.
"P-Pinkie Pie?"
The sound of slow moving hoofsteps seemed to get closer but it was impossible to determine the source.
"Don't let me catch you, little filly." Pinkamena sang, giggling.
"Is th-this one of your pranks, Pinkie?" the filly asked, slowly shuffling to the right, leaning on the wall.
Then there was the sound of something metallic and sharp scraping along stone. "Care to find out?" the mare's voice echoed.
The filly lost all her brave face and bolted in a random direction.
"HELP!" she screamed.
"Run run, little filly." Pinkamena's voice echoed from all directions. She giggled again.
"HELP SOMEPONY!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, running.
"I'm almost there." sang Pinkamena.
Adrenaline pushed the filly as fast as she could go as she ran, barely able to see through her tears.
"STOP PLEASE!" she cried.
The sound of the scraping got louder and closer. The filly was balling now as she ran blindly. Pinkamena's laughter echoed again, this time sounding close.
Scootaloo ran and ran till she smacked into something pink.
"Tag." said Pinkamena, leaning in close to Scootaloo. "You're it."
The filly screamed and tried to scramble away.
Pinkamena trotted towards her. "Where you going, Scoots? The fun's just beginning."
The filly got up, about to run again. Pinkamena grinned and bolted down a side path.
"No no no no no no no no no no no!" the filly wailed, running.
"Ring around the rosie." sang Pinkamena slowly, her voice echoing. "Pockets full of posies." Scootaloo keep running. "Ashes... ashes..." Pinkamena stepped out from a side path, causing Scootaloo to bump into her and fall on her flank. "They all fall down." Pinkamena finished.
Scoots whimpered, looking up at Pinkamena and turning to run again.
Pinkamena grabbed Scootaloo's back hoof and pulled her close. "Oh, no you don't."
"No no no no no no no n--" Scootaloo cried, trying to get free.
Pinkamena flipped her onto her back and stared in her eyes, grinning. "What's up, Scoots?"
"P-Pinkie, this isn't funny. Let me go!" she cried fearfully.
The mare reached into her mane and pulled out her small kitchen knife. She then placed the tip of blade against Scootaloo's neck.
"But you just got here. Don't you wanna play?"
"N-No. Just p-please let me go." the filly whimpered
Pinkamena ran the knife down her chest. "Hush, little baby. Don't you cry." Pinkamena sang.
Scootaloo whimpered. "Wh-what are you gonna do to me?"
Pinkamena ran the knife back up the filly's chest and up to her cheek. "I have a few things in mind." The filly whimpered again. "Hmm..." said Pinkamena, holding the tip of the blade directly under Scootaloo's eye. "What to do..." Scootaloo held still in fear. "I could always use new ornaments for my Hearths Warming Eve tree." she thought aloud, grinning at the thought.
"Wh-what?"
"You have such lovely eyes. I just think they'd look good on my tree."
"N-no!" she stammered fearfully.
"No?" asked Pinkamena. She leaned in close. "Are you willing to do anything to keep your eyes where they belong?"
"Anyth-thing... P-please don't do it."
"Are you willing to face your deepest fear, Scoots?" asked Pinkamena.
"I-I don't have one." Scootaloo tried to lie.
"Merinthophobia, Scoots. That's what it says in your file."
"Wh-what's that mean?" she asked, dreading the answer.
Pinkamena grinned. "Oh, I think you know."
"I-I don't know." she said, trying to be brave again.
Pinkamena placed a hoof on her cheek, grinning. She then suddenly threw Scootaloo into the wall, knocking her out. A little trickled of blood dribbled down the filly's cheek. The mare grabbed Scootaloo by the back leg and dragged her off.
Scootaloo opened her eyes slightly, moaning. Her vision was blurry.
"M-m-my head..." she moaned, trying to open her eyes.
She felt a wet cloth being dabbed on the cut on her head.
Scootaloo slowly opened her eyes. "Wha...?"
"Sleep well?" asked Pinkamena, wiping the blood off Scootaloo's cheek.
The filly's eyes popped open. She tried to flail away from the pink mare but couldn't move her forelegs. She looked down at herself. She was seated in a chair, wearing a straight jacket.
"Comfy?" asked the mare.
The filly let out a bloodcurdling scream, trying to pull herself loose form her bindings.
"LET ME OUT!" she wailed hyperventilating.
"And you've always said you feared nothing, Scoots."
Scoots kept struggling. "GET M-ME OUT OF THIS THING!!!"
"You've been lying to others for so long." said Pinkamena. "Now it's time to make those lies into truths."
"I W-WANT OUT OF IT!" Scootaloo started sobbing.
"How's it feel to want?" asked Pinkamena.
"Wh-what?"
"How's it feel to want something you know you can't have?"
The filly sniffled. "P-please let me go."
"Then how will you learn to overcome your fear?" asked Pinkamena.
"I JUST WANT OUT OF THIS THING!!!" the orange filly screamed.
Pinkamena placed a hoof on Scootaloo's head. "If you're gonna be my little helper... you must overcome your deepest fear."
"H-helper?!" she squeaked in fear.
Pinkamena hesitated before answering. "I recently had a little helper... briefly. I then realized how much easier things would become if I had a permanent one."
"D-doing what?" the filly stammered.
"Anything... I... want." said Pinkamena, smirking slyly.
Scootaloo's eyes widened as she started struggling harder to get loose.
Pinkamena let out a sigh as she pulled out her knife. "You always did like Rainbow Dash the best..."
The filly wasn't listening as she kept struggling, just barely able to move her forelegs.
"Scoots?" asked Pinkamena. The filly still paid no attantion. The mare narrowed her eyes as she quickly grabbed the back of Scootaloo's head and forced her to look he rin the eyes. "It's impolite to ignore somepony when they're speaking to you." she said coldly.
The filly just whimpered in fear with tear-filled eyes.
The mare raised the knife up and held it between their faces. "Scared, Scoots?"
"P-please... let the nightmare go away." she sobbed aloud.
"Nightmare?" asked Pinkamena. "I'm afraid this is very real."
The filly just kept working her forelegs, wiggling them as much as the jacket would let her.
"It's no use." said Pinkamena, lowering the knife and backing away. "It was designed to keep its wearer restrained."
"This can't get any worse." the filly whispered to herself.
"Oh, sure it can." Pinkamena cooed. "Would you like to see?"
"No!"
"Are you sure? It could be fun..."
"No!" the filly cried again leaning away from the pink mare.
"Yeah, come on." said Pinkamena, grabbing one of the straps on the straight jacket. "Let's have some more fun."
"No, no, no no no no no no no no no no no no no-"
Pinkamena pulled the strap, causing the straight jacket to become even tighter.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO, NO, NO NO NO NO NO NO NO" Scootaloo kept screaming at the top of her lungs.
Pinkamena pulled it even tighter. "Try moving now."
Scootaloo was already trying but couldn't move at all. "I C-CANT!" she half screamed, half sobbed.
Pinkamena gave one last tug before letting go of the strap. "Good."
"S-STOP! LET ME OUT!" the filly screamed as loud as she could.
"Where's the fun in that?" asked Pinkamena. "Besides... how else will you be able to be my helper?"
"I don't wanna! I just want out of this!" Scoots sobbed.
Pinkamena frowned. "You don't wanna hang out with me?"
"YOU PUT ME IN THIS!" Scootaloo screeched.
"I'm only trying to help you overcome your fear, Scoots."
"I d-don't wanna..." she said, her voice starting to give out a little.
"But don't you wanna be the big, brave filly that you've led your friends believe you are?" Scootaloo froze. "Aw, what's the matter?" asked Pinkamena. "Was it something I said?" She let out a giggle.
"I-I am brave..." Scootaloo said slowly, her ego getting the best of her.
"Are you?" asked Pinkamena, smirking. "You know what I think?"
"Wh-what?"
"I think you're a coward who acts tough so as not to look weak in front of her friends." Scootaloo didn't say a thing. Pinkamena smirked. "I'm right, aren't I?"
The filly didn't say a thing but started wiggling her torso now that her forelegs weren't going anywhere.
"You sure are persistant, aren't you?" asked Pinkamena. "Perhaps I need to make this even more fun."
She wiggled harder, trying desperately to get free.
"Keep that up and you'll--"
Smack.
The chair tilted forward spilling the filly out onto the floor. She lay there for a minute before she started trying to worm-crawl away.
Pinkamena grabbed the strap she had tightened earlier and dragged Scootaloo to the far back right corner of the room. "You're not leaving just yet."
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" she cried, trying to pull away.
Pinkamena threw her into the corner. "No."
Scootaloo cowered in fear, looking at Pinkamena. The mare reached a hoof towards Scootaloo's face. The filly flinched and tried to pull away. Instead of going for Scootaloo's face, Pinkamena reached behind Scootaloo and grabbed a leash that was hanging off the wall. The filly tried to, once again, squirm away. Pinkamena shoved Scootaloo against the wall and attached the collar around her neck.
"There you go." cooed the mare. "Now you can only move a foot away from the wall." She giggled. "Sounds like fun, don't it?"
"NO!! TAKE IT OFF, TAKE IT OFF!"
"I can make it shorter." Pinkamena sang.
Scootaloo clenched her eyes shut and sobbed.
"Aw... is the wittle filly upset." Pinkamena mocked. She then let out a laugh. Scootaloo turned her head away form Pinkamena. "What's the matter, wittle filly?" The filly didn't respond. "It's not nice to ignore somepony..." she began, holding up her knife. "when they're TALKING TO YOU!!!" she yelled, stabbing the wall in front of Scootaloo's face.
Scootaloo flinched and clenched her eyes tighter.
"LOOK AT ME!!!" yelled Pinkamena angrily, scraping the knife across the wall.
The filly whimpered, clenching her eye as tight as possible.
"That's it." said Pinkamena, standing up. "That's fucking it!" She stormed out of the room and came back with a hood.
The filly was still whimpering in the corner.
The mare knelt down and raised the hood. "Hold still!"
Scootaloo looked at the hood, realizing what was gonna happen. "N-no, please! Not that!"
Pinkamena forcefully put the hood over Scootaloo's head. A hole for the mouth had been cut so she could still speak.
"PLEASE NO! I'LL DO ANYTHING! TAKE IT OFF!" she pleaded, whipping her head around blindly.
Pinkamena grabbed her head with her hooves. "Listen carefully, Scoots. I want you to overcome your fear, ya understand. I want a helper. I want you. Don't fail me or you will suffer, mark my words."
Scootaloo broke down into defeated sobs. "Y-yes ma'am!" she sobbed pitifully.
"Good." said Pinkamena, standing up and heading to the door. "See you in a few hours."
"D-don't leave me!" she called against her better judgement.
Pinkamena stopped in the doorway and turned around. She grinned and silently stepped back in.
"See ya later." she lied, closing the door and silently sitting down, watching Scootaloo.
The filly lay there, whimpering and sobbing. "N-no d-d-don't leave me like this..." The filly managed to sit up with her hind legs spread wide, breathing heavily.
Pinkamena got up and grabbed the chair. She silently trotted over to Scootaloo, setting the chair down just out of the filly's reach and sat down. The filly tried to flop forward but was caught by the leash, choking her for a second. Pinkamena raised her right back leg and sat half-cross-legged, grinning. The filly lay there, whimpering. Pinkamena began tapping her leg, waiting for the right moment to reveal that she was still there. Slowly, Scootaloo's body started to relax little by little. Pinkamena tilted her head, interested by the turn of events. Scootaloo was muttering to herself.
"I-I'm o-k-k-kay, p-pinkies h-helping me..." she sead slowly
The pink mare uncrossed her leg and leaned in, listening.
"Sh-she's h-h-h--" She hiccuped. "helping me..."
Pinkamena closed her eyes and thought, She's finally doing it.
"I-I'm okay. This is okay..."
Pinkamena knelt down in front of Scootaloo and pulled off her hood. "Good job, Scoots."
The filly tried to smile at the pink mare. "Th-thank you." she mumbled.
"I knew you could do it." said Pinkamena, taking the collar off her.
"Thank you" she said again leaning forward so the jackets straps where in pinkamenas reach
"What?" asked Pinkamena.
The filly looked up pleadingly. "T-take it off?"
"Silly foal." said Pinkamena, smiling. "I ain't done yet."
"B-but..." she started.
"But what?" asked Pinkamena. "If you're truly over your fear of being restrained, you should have no problem keeping it on a bit longer."
"O-oh... okay...." she said.
"Now... the first rule of being my little helper is obediance." She narrowed her eyes, smiling. "How are you with following orders?"
"I-I'll do what ever you say..." the filly said wearily.
"Anything?" asked Pinkamena. "Without question?"
"I-" She wasn't sure, now looking worried at the pink mare.
"Ah..." said Pinkamena. "Doubt and uncertainty. Two meddlesome traits to have, little one."
Scootaloo looked at the floor now fearing the worst
"Let's see... How can we make you certain and without doubt?" Pinkamena tapped her chin. "Hmm... I guess I should start with teaching you to obey no matter what I say."
The filly looked up, uncertain.
Pinkamena grinned. "Idea." she sang deviously.
"W-what are you gonna do to me?"
"Oh, it's not what I'm gonna do to you... but what you're gonna do to Clover."
"C-Clover?" the filly asked.
"Lucky's sister." said Pinkamena. "Another colt on my shit list." she muttered. "Anyways... I think she'd be perfect to test your obedience."
"W-what am i gonna do?" she asked, with a bad feeling rising.
"Have a little... fun with her, of course." said Pinkamena.
"F-fun?"
Pinkamena grinned. "Or would you rather go back to the labarynth?"
"No no, I'll do it!" she squeaked
"Oh, goody." said the mare. "I guess I can take this off." She loosened the strap all the way and pulled off the sttraight jacket. "Now, stand up."
Scootaloo glanced at the open door for a moment before doing what Pinkamena asked. Pinkamena brought the knife out again, holding the tip close to Scootaloo's face.
"If you try to escape, I will hunt you down. And if I can't find you, I'll go after your friends. Got it?"
"Y-yes, ma'am" she said.
"Good." said the mare, stuffing the knife back into her mane. "Now, let's go say hi to Clover."
Pinkamena removed her hoof from around Scootaloo and headed towards the door. "Now, let's go."
The filly followed. "Yes, Pinkie."
Pinkamena opened the door and headed out. She made her way to the stairs and up to the first floor.
Scootaloo followed closely behind her new...
"P-Pinkie? What am I to you now?" she asked.
"You?" asked Pinkamena. "You're my little helper, of course."
"S-So you're like my boss?"
"You could say that." said Pinkamena, waiting for the filly to make it through the doorway. "But think of me more like a master."
Scootaloo flinched slightly at that. "O-Oh."
When Scootaloo made it through, Pinkamena closed the door and locked it.
"Is that a problem?" she asked.
"N-No!"
Pinkamena looked over her shoulder at Scoots. "You sure?"
"I'm sure..."
Pinkamena turned to face her. "Goodie." She began making her way to the front door. "Come on, Scoots."
The filly followed. "Where are we going?"
"To Clover's." said the mare, opening the door. "Where else?"
The filly just silently followed Pinkamena.
"Come on, Scoots. Walk next to me. Not behind me."
She kept her speed up so she could keep pace "ok boss" she sead
"No no... Master." said Pinnkamena. "Or mistress. Your choice."
"O-Okay... mistress, but what about in public?"
Pinkamena stopped at the front door and looked down at Scootaloo. "Pinkie's fine. Or Pinkamena."
"Okay. P-Pinkie, then." The filly smiled weakly.
Pinkamena stared at Scootaloo with no emotion. "Ready?"
The filly just nodded.
The pink mare opened the door and left the shop. The two made their way through Ponyville, making their way to Clover's house. Scootaloo kept her pace with Pinkamena's as she looked at the mare's mane, thinking.
Pinkamena looked at her. "What?" she asked.
"H-How did you ever get it up like you used to?"
"When I was all happy and cheerful I took special care of my mane to get it that poofy. Now, I only try my best to keep it straight."
"Oh. Okay"
Pinkamena smirked and continued trotting through Ponyville. They finally arrived at Clover's house. The mail box was white with a clover on the side. Derpy was pulling a couple envelopes from her saddle bag.
"Morning, Miss Hooves!" the filly called.
Derpy looked over at Scootaloo. "Hello." she said.
Pinkamena stopped and looked over at Derpy. "Hey."
"Hey." said the mail mare, looking back at the mail box.
She positioned the envelopes in front of the slot and slid them in. Pinkamena looked over at Scootaloo and grinned.
"What?"
Pinkamena looked back at Derpy. "Hey... would you care to hang out some time, Derpy?"
The filly's eyes widened, realizing what she meant.
The pegasus turned to face Pinkamena. "Well, I'm pretty busy with work all week."
"That's fine." said Pinkamena. "Whenever you're available's fine."
Derpy smiled happily. "All right. Thanks."
The filly opened her mouth as if to warn the sweet mail mare. Derpy turned and began trotting to the next house, humming cheerfully. Pinkamena looked back at Scootaloo. The filly just looked at the ground, knowing what she almost did.
"Did you want to say something?" asked the mare.
"N-No..."
Pinkamena turned to the house and walked up to the door. "You comin'?"
"Yes, Pinkie!" she called, following closely.
The mare was about to knock on the door when she stopped, hoof in mid-air.
"S-Something wrong, Pinkie?"
Pinkamena lowered her hoof and turned to Scootaloo. "I feel like I've done this before."
"Wh-What do you mean?"
"With Fyre. I got her this same way." Pinkamena turned to the door again and took a step back. "I wanna try something new."
"Fyre?"
"This mare I drowned while I... played with her." Pinkamena said casually, examining the house.
"P-Playing with?" Scootaloo asked, almost not wanting to know.
"Tasting her."
Scootaloo was still confused.
"I licked between her legs." said Pinkamena. "That specific enough for you?" she snapped.
The filly's face lit up. "Y-Yes. Sorry!" she squeaked.
Pinkamena went around to the left side of the house. "Over here, Scoots."
The filly followed
"Open window." said Pinkamena, pointing. She trotted up to it and peered in. "Hmm... Scoots. Get over here."
Scootaloo followed the mare.
"Hop in and look around. See if she's home."
"I-I need a boost," said Scootaloo.
Pinkamena grabbed her roughly and set her on the windowsill. "Now, go."
Scootaloo jumped in and crept arond looking
"See anything?" asked Pinkamena, looking around outside.
"No. There's nopony here." the filly called back.
Pinkamena went around to the front door and knocked. Scootaloo froze.
Pinkamena sighed. "It's me, Scoots!"
"S-Sorry!" She quickly opened the door.
Pinkamena walked in and looked around. "Close the door."
The filly did as told.
Pinkamena headed up the stairs. "Now where's the bedroom?" The mare got to the top and headed down the hall. "Found it!" she sang.
Scootaloo sat on a chair in the kitchen.
Pinkamena then headed back downstairs and sat down in a chair next to Scootaloo. "Now, we wait."
Scootaloo sat there till her stomach growled.
"Hungry?" asked Pinkamena. The filly nodded. Pinkamena smiled. "There's the fridge." she said, pointing. "Go get something."
"But, that's stealing."
"Do you want to starve?"
"No...." Scootaloo got up and started making a sandwich.
Pinkamena leaned back in her chair, watching Scoots. Scootaloo made herself a large sandwich and even got a bag of chips for herself. She then sat back down at the table.
"Eat up." said Pinkamena. "Got a big afternoon ahead of us."
The filly slowly started eating. Pinkamena pulled her trusty kitchen knife and held the tip against the table.
Scootaloo watched the knife and swallowed hard in fear. Pinkamena hummed the "Hush Now" lullaby as she rested her free elbow on the table and her head on her hoof. The filly slowly ate, not taking her eyes of the knife
Pinkamena exhaled sharply. "This is really boring."
The filly kept eating. Pinkamena brought the knife to her arm and cut it.
"P-Pinkie?!" the filly cried, nearly choking on her food.
"What?" asked the mare. She brought her arm to her mouth and sucked on her wound. "I'm thirsty."
"C-Couldn't you just get some water?"
"Water's boring. Blood has flavor." The filly looked away in disgust. Pinkamena pointed the knife at Scoots. "I wonder what you taste like."
"Wh-What?!"
"Ever tasted your blood before?" asked Pinkamena. "Ever get a cut and suck on it?"
"No!" she said kind of disgusted.
Pinkamena held the knife out in front of Scootaloo. "Take it and cut your foreleg."
The filly fell backwards out of her chair. "WH-WHAT?!"
"Goddammit, you scare easily." said Pinkamena. "Get back up here. Now." Scootaloo got back in the chair. "Now take... the knife."
With trembling hooves, the filly did so.
"Now cut your arm." said the mare casually.
The filly hesitated, whimpering.
"Do it now or I'll cut you myself."
Scootaloo whimpered more as she placed the knife on her foreleg.
"That's it. Now... cut."
The filly did so, but just barely cutting the skin.
"You're such a pussy, Scoots." Pinkamena scolded, grabbing the knife. "This is how you cut." She pressed the knife hard against her fore leg and cut herself again, not wincing a bit.
The filly just whimpered more.
"Now drink." Pinkamena brought her new wound to her mouth and began drinking, all the while watching Scootaloo.
The filly got a little bit paler, watching this. The pink mare stopped and held her hoof vertically, the blood dripping down her foreleg.
"What're you waiting for?" she asked.
"I-I don't want to..." she whispered.
"That's it!" yelled Pinkamena. She grabbed Scootaloo and yanked her into her lap, flipping her onto her back. The mare then brought her deep wound near Scootaloo's mouth. "DRINK!"
"PLEASE! NO!" the filly cried, trying to wiggle free.
"DON'T MAKE ME HURT YOU, DAMMIT!!! DRINK!!!"
Scootaloo blindly bit down right on the mare's cut foreleg, trying to get her to let go.
Pinkamena didn't even flinch. She just smiled. "I've trained myself to take the pain." She grinned and brought the knife near Scootaloo's cheek. "Have you?"
The filly's eyes widened in fear.
"Now drink it or I'll carve my name in your cheek." Her eyes narrowed, "My full name."
Scootaloo started sucking on the wound and started to gag.
"That's it." said Pinkamena. "Good girl."
The filly drank. As the taste started to get better, she started to stop.
"All done?" asked the mare.
"I don't want to drink anymore." she whimpered.
"Well... that's too fuckin' bad 'cause you're not finished. Now, continue."
The filly latched back on, drinking again.
"That's it. And don't stop until I say so."
The filly did as Pinkamena told her to. As the flavor slowly started to get better, she started sucking on the cut slightly.
The filly felt a loss of control as she let out an ever-so-light moan while sucking out the blood.
"Sounds like somepony's enjoying it." said the mare, setting the knife down on the table.
Tears started to form in the filly's eyes. She was holding back the urge to stick her tongue into the mare's cut so as to draw more of the now delicious red liquid.
"Crying again?" asked Pinkamena. "You're so weak."
Scootaloo started to feel a dampness form down below just where Pinkamena's other hoof was wrapped around. Instinctively she started gently grinding on the mare's foreleg.
Pinkamena grinned and began rubbing slightly. "You're unbelievable."
Scootaloo looked away moaning lightly
"You like that, Scoots?" asked Pinkamena.
She stayed silent.
"Answer me." the mare sang.
"Y-Yes..."
"You are such a little slut, Scoots." said Pinkamena. "Do you like this 'cause I'm a mare? Or are you into colts?"
"I... I don't know." she moaned out before sucking on the cut again, pushing her tongue into the cut to draw more blood.
"Now you're getting into this." said Pinkamena.
Scootaloo finally closed her eyes and gave into her desire, drinking deeply and grinding hard on Pinkamena's foreleg.
Pinkamena closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting out a sigh. She suddenly looked towards the front door. "Shit."
The filly didn't react to Pinkamena's voice. She was to far lost now.
"Get off, Scoots. Now."
The filly didn't listen. Pinkamena pushed Scootaloo off her lap, grabbed the knife, and stood up.
With blood still dribbling from her mouth, Scootaloo looked around, dazed.
The mare looked down at her. "The hell you doin'?" she asked. "Fuckin' hide!" she yelled softly.
The filly jumped up and hid under the couch.
Pinkamena ran next to the front door as it opened. Clover stepped in.
"Lucky?!" she called. "You home yet?!" No answer. "Guess not." she said, closing the door.
She walked further in, stopping when she saw the sandwich on the kitchen table. Pinkamena stepped up behind her, grabbed her head, and threw her into the front door. The mare was knocked out and fell to the floor.
"Damn, that always feels good to do." said Pinkamena.
"Yay." the filly cooed, still in a lustful state.
Pinnkamena grabbed clover's back legs and dragged her up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once there, Pinkamena lifted Clover and threw her on the bed, rolling her onto her back.
"SCOOTS!"
The orange filly came into the room, still dazed by her bloodlust and the blood. She hadn't even wiped the blood that trailed down her muzzle.
Pinkamena got on the bed and lay down next to Clover, staring at the ceiling.
"Scoots? See if you can find a spider, or something."
The filly left the room and was gone for almost 10 minutes.
Pinkamena sighed and looked over at Clover, who let out a soft moan.
Scootaloo came back with a jar filled with about seven spiders.
"This good, Pinkie?" she asked.
"Scootaloo..." said Pinkamena, looking over at the filly. "How well would you say your memory is?"
She looked at Pinkamena with a confused expression.
"Answer the question."
"I don't know. Not so good at times."
"Hmm... That's believable... seeing as how you just called me Pinkie... you know... now that we're alone."
"Wha...?"
"What are you supposed to call me when we're alone?"
Scootaloo thought for a minute before realizing her mistake. "M-Mistress! I'm sorry!" The filly bowed low, not wanting to be punished.
Pinkamena narrowed her eyes, still laying on the bed next to Clover. "And don't forget that. Not unless I say otherwise."
"I won't, mistress." she assured the pink mare.
Clover let out another moan and clenched her eyes tight. Pinkamena looked over at her.
"I think somepony's coming to." said the mare.
Scootaloo stepped up next to the bed, looking at the mares.
Clover reached a hoof up to her forehead and moaned.
Pinkamena put a hoof around Clover and nuzzled her cheek. The filly sat on the floor, trying to stay out of sight. Clover slowly opened her eyes and let out another moan.
"Wha... What's going on?" she asked.
Pinkamena ran a hoof down Clover's chest. "You're safe now."
Clover went wide-eyed with fright. "Uh... Uh..."
The filly stayed out of sight.
Clover slowly looked over at Pinkamena, now becoming face to face with the mare.
"Uh... Uh..." stammered the mare.
"Hey." said Pinkamena. "What's up?" She rested her hoof on Clover's stomach.
"Uh... Uhh..."
"So... How are you?" asked Pinkamena.
"Wh... What are you doing?" asked Clover.
"Oh, nothing. Me and Sc--" She stopped when she looked over and couldn't see Scoots. "Scootaloo..." sang Pinkamena. "Come here..."
The orange filly slowly put her head up. "Y-Yes, Pinkamena?"
"Get your ass up here now and stop hiding."
The filly whimpered and crawled onto the bed next to Pinkamena.
"Do you still have those... you know?"
"The sp--" the filly started.
"Shh-SHHH!" Pinkamena urged. "Take the lid off."
The filly did as told, opening the jar. Pinkamena reached in the jar and pulled out a banana spider. Clover's eyes went wide with fright and she started to sweat as Pinkamena set the spider on her chest.
"G-g-g-g-g-g-g... Get it off of me." Clover whimpered.
"But it likes you." cooed Pinkamena.
The filly watched, standing next to Pinkamena. The spider sat still on Clover's chest as the mare started to sweat even more. Pinkamena grinned.
"Something wrong, Clover?" asked the mare.
The filly was still hot all over from her action earlier. Her gaze fell upon Pinkamena's cut foreleg.
Pinkamena was still grinning at Clover.
"It seems your new friend really likes you." said the mare.
"P-p-p-p-p-p-please... G-g-g-g-g-g-get it o-o-o-o-o-off of m-m-me." pleaded Clover.
The filly risked a chance and licked the mare's cut, enjoying the taste of the blood.
Pinkamena looked over at Scootaloo and smirked. "Seems like somepony's experiencing a bloodlust."
The filly pulled back, thinking she had done something wrong.
"Why'd you stop?"
"S-Sorry..." the filly apologized.
"Keep going if you want. A bloodlust is nothing to be ashamed of."
The filly slowly latched back onto the mare's foreleg, drinking from the nearly dry cut.
Pinkamena kept her hoof held out for Scootaloo and looked back at Clover. The mare was staring at the spider, which had moved a little closer to her head.
"Oh, look. He wants to say hi."
The spider moved a little closer.
"No no." said Clover. The spider moved closer. "No no no."
The spider reached up a leg and placed it on Clover's chin.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" the mare screamed, flailing around.
She hit Pinkamena square in the face, knocking her and Scootaloo off the bed.
"FUCK!" yelled Pinkamena.
Clover sat up and knocked the spider off. She then scrambled off the bed and jumped over the mare and the foal, making her way to the door. Pinkamena got up.
"DAMMIT!! SCOOTS!! GET HER!!!"
The filly jumped forward, not thinking while lost in her bloodlust. She bit down on the back of one of the fleeing mare's hind legs.
Clover let out a scream and fell forward.
"What the..." she whimpered. "M-my l-l-leg."
Pinkamena trotted over to Clover and picked her up. "You shouldn't have done that." she said.
The mare threw Clover into the wall hard. She fell to the floor, moaning. Pinkamena then kicked her in the side, knocking her onto her back. She began gasping for air.
"P-p-please..." she pleaded. She coughed a bit. "Let me go."
Scootaloo lunged forward and latched on to the mare's leg again, biting harder. She felt the salty sweetness of the mare's blood.
"Mmmmmmmm~" she moaned.
"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" screamed Clover, feeling the foal's teeth break her skin. "NOO!!!"
Pinkamena knelt down next to her and punched her in the face... hard. Clover cried out in pain as a trickle of blood left her nose.
"You just royally... pissed me off." said Pinkamena. She punched Clover again.
Pinkamena stared at Clover, more blood trickling from her nose. The pink mare pulled back and punched her again. And again. And again.
The filly drank till the flow started to dry up and moved to the next leg, biting harder to tear a deeper wound.
Pinkamena punched Clover once more and began breathing heavily.
"S-stop..." pleaded Clover, coughing.
Her face was covered in blood and she had a bruise on her cheek.
"YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!" yelled Pinkamena, resuming punching Clover in the face.
The filly looked at Pinkamena with concern, blood dripping down her chin.
"M-Maybe you should s-stop," said Scootaloo. She looked around the room and saw the jar. "Y-You still have the spiders."
Pinkamena stopped in mid-punch and looked over at Scootaloo. The fires of Hell burning in her eyes.
"The spiders?" she asked.
She had forgotten about them during her rage.
"Ya... They're over there in the jar." she said, hoping the mare would stop beating the victim. She licked the still bleeding wound.
Pinkamena looked over at the jar of spiders and then down at Clover. Blood had flowed down her cheek and pooled on the floor. The pink mare grinned and continued breathing heavily.
"I got some more friends I'd like you to meet." she said. "Wait here."
She got up and headed over to the jar.
The mare picked up the jar and trotted back to Clover.
"Open wide." said Pinkamena, grinning as she held the open jar above Clover's face.
The injured mare began whimpering when she saw the spiders crawling around inside the jar.
"NOOOOOO!!!!" she screamed.
"Scootaloo! Hold her mouth open!"
"B-But--"
"But... what?" asked Pinakmena.
"Won't that hurt her?"
Pinkamena scoffed. "Any more than biting her leg?"
The filly's eyes widened as she realized what she had been doing. "I-I--"
"You, you... You what?" asked Pinkamena. "Now do as you're told. It's time for Clover's dinner." she said, shaking the jar of spiders.
Clover whimpered louder and began squealing as Pinkamena slowly tilted the jar. Clover's eyes widened as the first spider fell out, landing on her cheek. She sobbed and whimpered non-stop.
"That was a close one." said Pinkamena with a grin. "Let's see where number three lands."
Scootaloo let the mare's mouth close a little, feeling sorry for her. The third spider fell. It would've gone in Clover's mouth if Scootaloo kept it wide open.
"DAMMIT, SCOOTS!!!" yelled Pinkamena. "HOLD IT OPEN!!!"
The filly whimpered and pulled the victim's mouth open, painfully wide.
"S-Sorry!" Scootaloo cried.
"Not as sorry as you're going to be when we get back." said Pinkamena, glaring at the foal.
Scootaloo whimpered some more, fearful of Pinkamena's anger. Pinkamena tilted the jar some more. The fourth spider fell out and landed in Clover's mouth. The mare sccreamed as she felt the legs of the spider tickling her mouth. Pinkamena tilted the jar all the way, causing the other three to land in her mouth. Clover began choking on the spider.
"Release her, Scoots." said the mare.
The filly did as told and backed up slightly. Clover rolled over onto her stomach and propped herself up on her fornt legs, choking. She began pushing the spiders out with her tongue. Tears streamed down her cheeks and created a puddle on the floor. The filly tried to distract herself by biting her own foreleg and drawing blood. She then focused on that. Clover yelled from the bite and the spiders fell out of her mouth. She lay on the floor, crying from her leg wounds. Clover was crying hysterically, watching the spiders crawl away. The filly keep gnawing on her own leg, lapping up her blood. Pinkamena stood next to Clover.
"I think she's cracked, Scoots."
"Mmm?" the filly mumbled through her foreleg.
"I think Clover's scared out of her mind."
The scared mare cowered on the floor, repeating, "Please, make it stop. Please, make it stop."
Pinkamena knelt next to Clover and reached into her mane.
"The hell?" she thought aloud, not feeling the knife.
She looked arond and saw the knife laying next to the bed where she fell. She then looked at Scootaloo.
"Scoots. Get me the knife so I can finish this."
The filly didn't hear her as she st kept gnawing on her own foreleg.
"Scootaloo..." sand Pinkamena. "Get me... the fucking... knife."
Pinkamena held the knife against Clover's cheek.
"Oh, this is gonna be fun." said the mare, grinning.
Clover whimpered, sweating constantly. The filly was still in shock from having stabbed the mare.
"Please, don't." pleaded Clover.
Pinkamena smiled and swiped the knife, cutting the mare's cheek. Clover winced in pain and cried. The pink mare laughed and swiped clover's other cheek, causing her to scream in pain. The filly just sat on the floor, unable to think. Pinkamena ran the knife down Clover's chest.
"Where should I cut next?" she asked, grinning.
She looked over at Scootaloo.
"Hey, Scoots." said the mare. "Where should I cut next?" The filly just stared blankly. "Get over here, Scoots."
The filly flinched and did so. "Y-Yes, mistrcess?"
"Here." Pinkamena said, holding out the knife.
The filly looked at it in horror. "Wh-What are you giving this to me f-for?"
"Cut her."
"Wh-What!?"
"Take the knife and cut her." said Pinkamena sweetly.
"B-But."
Pinkamena grabbed Scootaloo by the back of the head and yanked her close, holding the knife under her chin. "Cut the mare or I'LL CUT YOU!!!"
"O-Okay!"
Pinkamena threw Scootaloo on the mare. She then tossed the knife on the mare's chest.
"Do it." she ordered.
The filly slowly picked up the knife and looked the helpless mare's body up and down.
Clover watched her with terror.
"Please..." she pleaded softly to the foal. "Don't."
"I-I have to." she said, closing her eyes and cutting the mare's left foreleg.
Clover let out a scream of pain.
"Just... stop this now. While you still can."
"I-I..." Scootaloo stammered.
"Yes." said Pinkamena slyly, placing a hoof on Scootaloo's back. "Stop. See what'll happen."
The filly's body shook with fear as she tried to think of what to do.
Clover looked up at the foal, tears streaming down her face.
"It's your choice, Scoots." said Pinkamena, rubbing Scootaloo's back. "Kill her or don't. What's it gonna be?"
"Wh-What happens if I don't?" she asked, not looking away from the poor mare.
Pinkamena smiled and leaned in, her head next to Scootaloo's. "If I tell you, it will spoil the fun."
The filly slowly put the blade on the mare's neck.
"No. Please." pleaded the mare. "D-don't..." she cried.
The knife dropped from the filly's grasp.
"I-I can't do it!" she sobbed.
Clover exhaled in relief. "Th-Thank you." she said softly.
The filly's eyes filled with tears as she nodded. Clover closed her eyes and rested her head. Pinkamena let out a low growl. She quickly picked up the knife and drove the blade through Clover's jaw. The filly screamed in fear as the mare's blood spattered all over her. Clover began choking on her own blood as Pinkamena pulled the knife out. She then slashed the mare's neck, blood spraying all over her face. Pinkmamena grabbed the back of Scootaloo's head again and pulled her in close. Pinkamena glared into the foal's eyes, her face covered in blood.
"We'll talk later." she said.
The filly just whimpered in sheer terror. Pinkamena threw her to the side and sighed. The filly lay there, whimpering and keeping still. She did not want to draw the mad mare's attention any more. Pinkamena laid down, resting her head on the dead mare's chest.
"Now... what to do with the body." Pinkamena lifted her head. "I have an idea."
The filly silently watched the pink mare. Pinkamena stood up and left the room, heading back downstairs. She then headed into the kitchen and began searching the drawers. She finally came upon a box of matches. She picked up the box and stuffed it into her mane. She then went down the hall and headed into the basement.
"Let's see." she muttered. She searched until she found a thing of gasoline. She picked it up and dragged it up the stairs. Once she got to the first floor, she opened it and began pouring it everywhere.
Scootaloo had calmed down and was now feeling the craving for more blood. She looked over at the dead mare, covered in blood.
Pinkamena walked up the stairs backwards, still pouring the gasoline.
Scootaloo trotted over to Clover's body and leaned down.
Pinkamena trotted down the hall backwards, making her way back to the room. She entered backwards, pouring the last of the gasoline and throwing the can aside.
"There." she said, turning around. "Now, that should..."
Scootaloo had her muzzle buried in the dead mare's neck, gulping down her blood and crying in disgust.
"...do it." finished the mare. She let out a sigh. "Oh, Scoots." she said, reaching into her mane and pulling out the matches. "You and blood." She took out a match and struck it against the wall, lighting it. "You'll learn to control it."
The filly looked up sadly. "I-I'm sick..." She saw the match. "Wh-What are you doing?"
"This." she said, throwing the match in the hallway.
The gasoline ignited and the house started to catch on fire. The filly squealed in fear.
"What?" asked the mare.
"You're burning the house down with us in it!?"
"Don't be so dramatic."
The filly just stared at the pink mare in disbelief. Pinkamena walked over to the window.
"Grab that gasoline can, Scoots." The filly just stared. "SCOOTS!" she yelled. "Get... the can." She paused. "Or would you rather burn to death?"
The filly ran to the can, picking it up and looked at Pinkamena for what to do next.
"Now bring it... over here." the mare ordered.
The filly ran over to the pink mare. Pinkamena grabbed the can.
"Whatever you do... play along." said Pinkamena. "Can you do that, Scoots?"
"Y-Yes." said Scoots, wiping the little droplets of blood from her lip.
Pinkamena cleared her throat and put on a frightened expression.
"HELP!" she yelled throwing the can at the window, shattering it. "HELP!"
The filly hesitated for a minute then yelled, too.
"HELP SOMEPONY!" yelled Scootaloo.
Ponies from all around had gathered outside the house, chattering and gasping. Pinkamena started to crawl out the window.
"COME ON, SCOOTS!" she cried, sounding scared out of her mind.
The filly followed the mare out the window
Pinkamena leapt from the window as onlookers gasped. She hit the ground hard.
"Ah... damn." she groaned.
Scootaloo tumbled after the mare, landing on her back with a loud thud, knocking the wind out of her. She then passed out. Pinkamena coughed and stood up, setting Scootaloo on her back. Derpy came running up to them.
"Pinke." she said. "You two okay? What happened to Clover?"
Pinkamena coughed. "She... She didn't make it."
Derpy felt a tear come to her eye. "No." she said. "Clover."
Pinkamena gave her a hug. "I tried to save her. I really did."
"She was my f... friend."
"I know, Derpy. I know."
The filly moaned a little but didn't wake. The two separated.
"If you need anypony to talk to, Derpy...." said Pinkamena. "Just come see me."
Derpy nodded. "I will."
Just then, Twilight came running through the crowd.
"What happened?" she asked frantically.
"Scoots and I came to visit Clover and she offered to make some food for us. I guess she left the stove on and--"
There was a loud boom as the stove exploded, engulfing the house in flames even more. Twilight looked back at Pinkamena.
"You two gonna be alright?" she asked.
Pinkamena nodded. "Scoots is just knocked out. I'll take her back to Sugarcube Corner so she can rest."
Twilight nodded as her horn began to glow. "I'll help out. You two get some rest."
Pinkamena smiled and trotted back to Sugarcube Corner.
Scootaloo slowly awoke, her back and head still throbbing from the fall. "Mmm..."
"Oh." said a familiar voice. "Look who finally decided to wake up."
Scootaloo slowly opened her eyes. "Wha...?"
The foal was lying on the floor of the basement near Pinkamena's desk.
"Ready for your punishment?" asked the mare, kneeling down and lifting the foal's chin up with a hoof.
Scootaloo looked at Pinkamena with sheer terror as she shook her head.
"No?" asked Pinkamena. "So you believe disobediance should go unpunished?"
The filly tried to back away from Pinkamena. Pinkamena wrapped a hoof around Scootaloo's neck and raised the knife up in front of her.
"Answer the question."
"I-I please dont hurt me!" she started out
"ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!" Pinkamena yelled in the foal's face.
"I DON'T KNOW!" she sobbed.
Pinkamena let out a yell as she threw Scootaloo to the side. The filly cried out in pain.
"You're so weak." said Pinkamena. "You disgust me."
"P-Please! I'm s-sorry! Don't hurt me." she whimpered.
"I'm afraid your apologies fall on deaf ears, Scoots. You see... I frankly don't care whether you're sorry or not. The point is... you done fucked."
Pinkamena reached into her mane and pulled out the box of matches. She took one out and trotted over to the foal. Kneeling down beside her, she swiped it on Scootaloo's foreleg, lighting it.
"Now hold still." said the mare, raising the lit match.
The filly froze in fear. "P-Please"
Pinkamena grinned. "Hold out your foreleg."
The filly did as told, slowly. "Don't..."
Pinkamena slowly moved the match towards the underside of the filly's foreleg. Scootaloo nearly pulled her foreleg back but knew that it would be a horrible idea. Pinkamena waved the match under Scootaloo's foreleg. The foal could feel the heat but it wasn't burning her skin.
The filly whimpered till she couldn't take it anymore. She pulled her hoof away. "Ah!"
Pinkamena pulled Scootaloo in close and raised the match close to her eye.
"What's the matter? Can't take the heat?"
"N-No, it hurts!"
Pinkamena brought the flame to her arm and touched the match tip to her skin. She pulled the match away, leaving a burn mark.
"See?" she asked. "Nothing to it." The filly just looked at it in horror "NOW GIVE ME YOUR ARM!!!" yelled Pinkamena.
The bell on Pinkamena's desk suddenly dinged, signaling Pinkamena that there was a visitor.
"Shit." she said in a normal tone.
"Wh-What was that?" the filly asked
"A visitor. And I think I know who it is, too."
"Who?"
"Twilight." said Pinkamena. "She's come to check on us. How nice."
The filly just looked at the ground. "w-what are you gunna do?"
"We're gonna go up and say hello."
"W-We?"
"Yes, we." said the mare. "Is that a problem?"
Scootaloo looked at the ground. "N-No."
"Good." said Pinkamena, throwing the match away and heading to the stairs. "Come on."
Scootaloo followed slowly. Pinkamena trotted into the main area, stopping when she saw Twilight. She looked down at Scootaloo.
"Remember what I said, Scoots." said the mare. "Play along."
"Y-Yes, ma'am."
Pinkamena trotted over to Twilight. The unicorn smiled when she saw them.
"Hey, girls." she said.
Pinkamena sat down at a table near her.
"Hey, Twilight." she said as Scootaloo sat down next to her. "Take a seat."
Twilight sat down. "So, how are you, Scootaloo?"
"M-My back still hurts... but I'm ok." she lied.
"That's good to hear." said Twilight with a smile.
"So, what's the status of the accident?" asked Pinkamena.
Twilight's expression turned into a sad one. "They recovered a body."
Pinkamena reached up to her mane for her knife, acting as though she was scratching her head.
"It was burnt horribly. The skin was..." She paused as she began to gag. "It was horrible. You two were lucky to have made it out."
"Is that so?" asked Pinkamena.
"Yeah." said Twilight. "Seeing as how you three were in the same room."
The filly flinched slightly at that.
"You okay Scootaloo?" asked Twilight.
Pinkamena eyed Scootaloo, as if to warn her to keep her mouth shut.
"Fine, Twilight. Just dont feel good..."
"Sorry to hear that." said Twilight. "Is Pinkamena taking good care of you?"
"Y-You know Pinkie..." The filly found it in her to smile just a little.
"Mmm. That I do. Having fun?"
"Y-Ya. Lots..."
Pinkamena smiled. "She's fun, too. Just needs to work on listening," she said, rubbing Scootaloo's head playfully.
Twilight smiled. "You'd make a great foalsitter, Pinkie."
The filly nearly flinched away from the pink mare. Instead, she nuzzled her with a weak smile so Twilight would think she was happy.
"Take care of foals while their parents are away, huh?" asked Pinkamena. "Sounds like fun."
Twilight smiled. "Well, it's good to see you two are doing well."
"Thanks for checking on us, Twilight." the filly said sincerely.
"Don't mention it." said Twilight, getting up. "See you two later."
Pinkamena nodded once, as if to say bye.
"Bye."
Twilight gave another smile before leaving. Pinkamena let out a sigh.
"You did good, Scoots."
"Th-Thank you?" the filly questioned, hoping it meant she was off the hook.
"Now, come on. We've got some unfinished business to take care of."
The filly whimpered and followed the mare.
"B-but." stammered Scootaloo.
"What?" asked the mare. "Did you think I had forgotten about your punishment?"
"Y-You said I did good." the filly weakly argued.
Yeah, and?" asked Pinkamena. "You still disobeyed quite a few times at Clover's place. Or did you forget?"
The filly looked down. "N-No..."
"And you didn't kill Clover." The filly stayed silent. Pinkamena leaned in close. "Why?"
"Sh-She was begging me not to... I-I-I just couldn't."
"So... you really are a chicken."
"I'M N-not a chicken." she nearly yelled but caught herself.
Pinkamena pulled out the knife from her mane and stabbed the table in front of Scootaloo. She pulled her hoof back, leaving the knife in the table.
"Prove it." she said.
"Wh-What?" she asked, confused.
"Prove you're not a chicken."
"How?"
"I want you to carve a simple drawing of a chicken into your arm. Doesn't need to be detailed."
The filly stared at the knife, thinking.
"And it doesn't need to be deep, either. A simple cut will do."
The filly pulled the knife loose and put it to her right foreleg. She looked at Pinkamena for approval.
"Ah, so you're left-hoofed, huh?" she asked. The filly nodded "Then go for it. Make me a chicken you chicken."
The filly pressed the knife into her arm, making the first cut.
"Aww." she whimpered, but kept going.
Little by little she carved a light set of cuts that was close to a chicken, whimpereing the whole time. Pinkamena smirked.
"That's a nice self-portrait, Scoots."
"I-I'm not a chicken..." she muttered, nearly finished.
"Let me ask you something." said Pinkamena, turning her gaze to the table and resting her forelegs on it. "What's stopping you from killing me?"
"You're stronger and faster than me..."
The mare smiled. "That's true. But you have the advantage with the knife, so what is it? Is it fear? Or do you actually like hanging with me?"
The filly thought for a second then chucked the knife at Pinkamena's face and bolted for the door.
"Buck it!" she yelled.
The mare pulled the knife from her cheek and threw it at the foal's back leg.
"Ahh!" she screamed as it hit, just barely cutting her. It only slowed her down. "No no no no no no no no no--"
Pinkamena dove from her chair and charged at the foal, tackling her just before she could reach the door. The mare picked up Scootaloo and slammed her against the wall, holding her in place. Blood poured from the slit in her cheek.
"I've trained myself to ignore the pain and take it. And I'm very good at it. But I'm not gonna lie... That fucking hurt." she said, spitting blood from her mouth.
The filly clenched her eyes, waiting to be killed.
"Fuck my life." she muttered under her breath.
"Oh, the worst has yet to come, Scoots."
She threw Scootaloo into a nearby chair, causing it to break. She rag-dolled across the floor, yelping in pain. Pinkamena trotted over to her and stopped, staring down at her. The filly stared back in fear and regret for not making it out
"You know I half-expected you'd actually try that." said Pinkamena.
She picked up the filly and slammed her onto the table. She went and got the knife, then returned to the filly.
"Oh, shit..." the filly whimpered, trying to stand again.
Pinkamena held her down on the table.
"You're lucky the Cakes are asleep right now or I'd have to kill them, too."
The filly kept trying to get free. Pinkamena flipped Scootaloo onto her stomach and brought the knife to where her wing was attached to her body.
"I wonder..." she thought aloud
"Wh-What are you doing!?"
"If you can't fly, why do you have wings? I think they're a waste of space and need to be removed. You?"
"NO!!! MY WING JUST HAVENT GROWN IN ALL THE WAY, PLEASED NO!!!" she sobed out
Pinkamena let out a laugh and removed the knife from the foal. "I'm just screwing with you, Scoots. How would I explain your missing wing to Twilight?"
The filly let out a breath of relaxation, despite her situation.
Pinkamena looked outside and saw that it was dark. She then looked back at Scootaloo.
"What do you say to a nice, relaxing nap?" asked the mare.
"O-Okay." was about all she could get out, still breathing kind of heavy.
"Come on, then." said Pinkamena, positioning herself so Scootaloo could climb on.
The filly reluctantly climbed onto the pink mare's back
Pinkamena stuffed the knife back in her mane and pushed the broken chair down to the basement. Once she locked the door and stashed the broken chair, she entered a room directly to the left of the stairs. It was a bedroom with a big, comfortable looking bed. Pictures of torture devices hung on the walls as well as a coupke skulls. She let Scootaloo off on the bed and locked the door. She then slimbed into bed.
"Come on, Scoots. Nap time."
The filly lay there next to Pinkamena. As she slowly started to slip into sleep, she subconsciously pulled herself closer to Pinkamena before passing out completely.
The mare smiled and slowly wrapped a hoof around her.
"My little helper." she said, yawning.
Scootaloo closed her eyes, too, soon falling asleep.
Scootaloo was having a pleasent dream just before she woke up. She refused to open her eyes as she remembered the last day.
"I-It was all a bad dream..." she whispered.
"Well, well, well." came a familiar voice from close by.
The filly froze. "Oh, no." she whispered.
"Finally awake?" The filly felt a hoof run through her mane.
"It's a dream." Scoots whispered desperately.
"A dream?" asked the voice. "I'd say it's more of a nightmare."
Scootaloo opened her eyes and saw nothing but pink fur.
"Sleep well?"
Scoots tried to wiggle free of Pinkamena's grip. "I-I guess..."
"Hey, calm down." said the mare. "What's wrong? Don't like my company?"
"Y-You... You..." she babbled.
"I what?"
The filly couldn't find words as she kept wiggling away.
"Fine." said the mare, pushing Scootaloo off the bed.
The filly yelped and hit the floor in pain from last night's punishment.
"You wanted to leave me." said the mare. "Kind of wish you had stayed in bed, right?"
Scoots sniffed. "Maybe..." she murmured.
Pinkamena crawled to the edge of the bed and looked down at the filly. "Did that hurt?"
"Yes..."
"Aw, well." said the mare, rolling onto her back.
Scootaloo tried to get up but her body still hurt so it took her a minute.
"So, who should we kill first?" Scoots kept quiet, not wanting to think about it. "Any ideas?"
"No." she called quickly.
"You hungry?" Scootaloo nodded. "Let's go upstairs." said Pinkamena, rolling off the bed and heading to the door. "Maybe Mrs. Cake'll make you something." She unbolted the lock on the door and opened it.
The filly followed Pinkamena up the stairs almost smiling. Pinkamena led the filly back up to the main area.
"Go find a seat." she said. "I'll join you shortly."
Scootaloo started to trot to a table.
"And don't make me chase you. It's way to early for that."
The filly cringed, but nodded and kept walking. Pinkamena approached the counter and began talking with Mrs. Cake. As Scoots walked she saw Featherweight nearby and sped up, hoping he wouldn't see her. Pinkamena looked over her shoulder to make sure Scoots was doing what she was supposed to.
Scoots was just passing feathers tabel when-
"Scootaloo?" asked the foal.
Scoots froze. "Y-Yes, Feather?" she asked dejectedly.
"What's the hurry?"
"No reason..."
"Hey, I... I was looking through some photos earlier, and..." He held up a photo of Scootaloo playing with herself.
"Put that away!" she hissed desperately.
Featherweight slipped the picture back into his saddlebag, grinning slightly.
"What do you want, Featherweight?" she groaned.
"Let's see... What do I wan-- Oh, yes. How about you have to do whatever I say?" Scootaloo just glared at him. "Or I could always show the pictures..." he said, reaching into his saddlebag.
"No!"
Pinkamena looked over her shoulder again, narrowing her eyes.
"So you'll do it?" asked Featherweight.
"What do you want me to do?" she mumbled.
"Let's go for a walk."
"I-I can't go out right now." she said so Pinkamena could hear.
"You don't want me to show others these pictures, do you?"
"Just tell me what you want..."
"I already told you." said the foal.
Scoots looked at the counter and didn't see Pinkamena. "Fine. Let's go." she huffed, frotting towards the door.
Featherweight gathered the rest of his stuff in his saddlebag and stood up. "All right. Time for a walk."
Scootaloo opened the door for Feather, still wearing a frown.
"Cheer up." said Featherweight. "It's only a walk." he said with a grin. She followed him outside. "So, what's been going on with you besides what I've seen through my camera?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Really? Nothing? Nothing at all?" She kept silent. "Sounds like you lead a pretty boring life." he said.
"Ya. And?"
"And that's why you have your... special alone times?" He chuckled. "Not enough fun in your life, you have to go make your own, right?"
"It's none of your business."
"You need to be a bit more polite, Scoots."
She kept quiet.
Feather moved a bit closer to her. "So, I hear you just survived a fire. That true?"
Scoots moved away a bit. "Y-Ya..."
"What was that like?"
"Painfull. I had to jump from a window and landed on my back."
"Yeah, I heard, uh... Pinkie was there. She help you escape?"
"Yes."
"She's probably the nicest mare I know." said Featherweight. "Wouldn't you agree?" Scootaloo kept quiet and made a turn to a back ally. "Where ya headin'?"
"What do you want from me, Featherweight" she asked missing his quston
He followed her into the alley. "What do I want from you?" He pushed her up against the side of the building and held her. He brought his face close to hers. "I think you know." He was suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown into the side of the building on the other side of the alley. The impact knocked him out cold. Scootaloo just sat there, stunned, looking at the ground.
"I thought I told you to stay." said Pinkamena, standing in front of the filly.
The filly looked up in fear. "I'm sorry!" she whimpered.
"There better be a damn good reason for disobeying me, Scoots."
"H-He was blackmailing me."
"Who? Featherweight?" Scoots nodded. "I guess we found our next victim," Pinkamena paused. "This should be fun. Little ones are always more energetic."
The filly looked at Pinkamena with a look of horror. "Wh-What!?"
"You seem surprised."
"Y-You've done this to foals before?"
"Um... Yeah. Of course."
Scootaloo looked as if she was gonna be sick just at the thought. Pinkamena looked down at Featherweight's bag. There was something sticking out of it that caught her eye. She reached out a hoof to pick it up.
"NO!" the filly yelled, diving for the bag.
Pinkamena brought her hoof back slowly. "What's in the bag, Scoots?"
The filly froze with a red face before looking away. "N-Nothing..."
"Nothing?" asked Pinkamena, eyes narrowing as she grinned. "You're lying." Scoots' face just turned redder as she kept silent. "Let's see... Red face, blackmailing, lying..."
The filly tried to hide her reddening face. Pinkamena reached out quickly to grab the bag.
"No, don't look!" she cried, jumping for the bag.
The mare whacked Scootaloo, knocking her backwards onto the ground.
"Enough, Scoots." she said.
The filly didn't bother getting up but covered her head. Pinkamena reached into the bag and slid the pictures out. A sly smirk spread across her face.
"Oh, Scoots..."
The filly just whimpered. The mare picked up the pictures with her hooves. She then grabbed them with her teeth and tore them, letting the pieces fall to the ground.
"No pony blackmails my filly." said the mare, staring down at the pieces.
Scootaloo looked up at the pink mare in confusion. "What?"
Pinkamena looked over at Scootaloo, her stern expression not fading away.
"What what?" she asked.
"Y-You're not gonna taunt me? O-Or think I'm sick?" Scootaloo asked, unsure of herself.
"I never said that, you little slut. I just have a thing against evidence."
The filly's ears folded back as tears formed in her eyes. She stared at the ground.
"Cut the shit, Scoots. He'll be dead soon and nopony will ever know about this."
"You'll know..."
Pinkamena grinned. "So. Wouldn't you rather have me being the only one who knows. It's not in my best interest for any pony to find out."
Scootaloo kept quiet, but knew it was true.
"Now..." said Pinkamena, trotting over to Featherweight. She picked him up and flung him on her back. "Go back through the front. I'll meet you downstairs. If anypony asks about you and the voyeur, tell them he went home after your walk. Got it?"
"O-Ok, Pinkamena..." she said, starting back out the alley.
Pinkamena went around the back of Sugarcube Corner. She then flipped open a wodden door in the ground and headed down the stairs. The door closed behind her.
Scootaloo did as the pink mare told her and made her way to the basement door.
Pinkamena arrived back in the basement and headed to the desk with all the pony profiles. She dropped Featherweight next to her and headed up the stairs. She then unlocked the door and opened it. Scootaloo was there, waiting as she looked up at Pinkamena.
"Good job, Scoots." said the mare. "Come on down."
Scoots did as told and stepped down the stairs. The mare closed the door and locked it. She then followed Scootaloo down the stairs.
"Um... wh-what are you gonna do to him?" asked Scootaloo.
"What I always do..." said Pinkamena, heading to her desk. "with one exception." She opened the drawer and pulled out Featherweight's folder.
"Exception?" the filly asked uncertainly.
"I'm not the one who's gonna do it." She opened the folder and looked at Featherweight's fear. "You are."
"What!? B-But--"
"Scootaloo!" yelled Pinkamena, whipping around, her eyes narrowed. She began walking towards the filly. "You disobeyed me. You left the building. This is your punishment."
The filly tried to scramble back and away from the pink mare.
"I-I don't want to..." said Scootaloo.
Pinkamena stopped a couple feet away from Scootaloo, scowling as her facial expression became angrier.
"Get over here, Scootaloo. Now."
The filly just ever so slowly started to move toward Pinkamena.
Pinkamena glared at the foal, waiting for her to come over.
The filly finally made it to the mare. "P-Please don't make me..." she whimpered.
The mare continued to glare at the foal. "Are you refusing?"
The filly flinched away. "I-I..." she tried to choke out.
"ARE YOU?!" yelled Pinkamena.
Scootaloo just lay there, whimpering. Pinkamena roughly and forcefully kicked Scootaloo in the side, causing her to roll onto her back. She then pressed down on her chest with a hoof.
"ANSWER ME!!!" yelled the mare.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" the filly cried in pain.
"YOU'RE REALLY PISSING ME OFF, SCOOTALOO!!!" she yelled, pressing harder.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-- I'll do it!" the filly cried in pain. "I'll do it! Please, stop! It hurts!"
Pinkamena removed her hoof. "GOOD!" She brushed her mane out of her face and sighd. "Get the foal and follow me."
Scootaloo sniffed but got up and picked up Featherweight. Pinkamena trotted quite a ways down the hall of rooms until she stopped at one. She then turned and waited for Scootaloo. The filly followed Pinkamena. The mare pushed the door open.
"Inside." ordered Pinkamena.
Scootaloo pulled the foal in and looked around. Pinkamena flicked the switch and the lights came on. There was a chair in the center with straps for the forelegs and hind legs. Next to it was a table full of sharp instruments.
"Set him in the chair." ordered the mare.
Scootaloo speachlessly nodded and tried to gently place the foal in the chair. Pinkamena scoffed and trotted over to the foals. She then forcefully shoved Featherweight into the chair.
"No need to be gentle, Scootaloo."
The filly looked away, tearing up. "K-Kay."
"Now get the straps." said Pinkamena, trotting over to the door and closing it.
Scootaloo slowly started to strap Featherweight in one leg at a time. Pinkamena went over to the table with all the sharp instruments. She then reached a hoof underneath and the table lowered so that Scootaloo could reach. Pinkamena pulled her hoof back.
"Now we wait." said the mare. "He should be waking up any minute."
"Wh-What do you want me to do?" the filly asked, eying the tools.
Pinkamena looked at the knives and scalpels and then back at the filly. "Isn't it obvious?"
"Y-You want me to k-k-kill him?" she stuttered.
"No. I want to have tea with him." Pinkamena snapped.
The filly looked at the tools. "Wh-Why do you need so many of them j-just to k-kill a pony?" she asked.
"It's variety, Scootaloo. If I want to slice a pony open, I use the scalpel. If I want to hack a limb off, I use the meat cleaver." She snatched a kitchen knife from the table and pointed it at Scootaloo. "AND FOR WHEN I WANNA PUNISH THOSE WHO PISS ME OFF," Scootaloo slightly recoiled away from the pink mare. "I use the good, old-fashioned kitchen knife."
Pinkamena lowered the knife. Featherweight let out a moan.
"And the fun begins." said the mare with a smile.
"Wh... Where am I?" asked Featherweight.
"Care to answer him, Scoots?" asked Pinkamena.
"Scoots?" asked Featherweight groggily.
"Y-You're in Pinkie's basement, F-Featherweight." she said sadly.
"Pinkie's... basement?" asked the foal.
"Y-Ya."
"Wh... Why?"
"B-Because I-I'm im supposed to... to..." She couldn't finish telling the foal.
"What's wrong?" he asked. The filly couldn't seem to talk. "Scoots?"
Pinkamena looked at the filly and smirked.
"T-To... to... to..." she just kept repeating.
Featherweight let out another groan. "H-How could Pinkie Pie's... basement be a bad thing, Scoots? She's the nicest pony around."
Pinkamena held a hoof to her mouth, trying to keep from chuckling.
"K-k-k-k..." the filly kept trying to say.
Featherweight tried to open his eyes but only get them a quarter of the way.
"Just say it, already." he urged.
"KILL YOU!" the filly finally squeaked out.
"WHA-- Oh... That's... not funny, Scoots. I know Pinkie. She's nice."
Pinkamena walked around to the front of Featherweight and stood next to Scootaloo.
"Pinkie. What's g--"
"I think you may need to prove it to him, Scoots." said the mare grinning.
"The filly took a step back. "I-I don't think I can..."
"Do it." said the mare sternly.
Featherweight tried to open his eyes some more. "What's she talking about?"
The filly didn't move. Pinkamena pushed her into the wall and held her.
"Pinkie!" yelled Featherweight in shock, his eyes shooting open. "What are you--"
"Dammit, Scootaloo. How many times must we go through this before you get it through that thick skull of yours?"
"Please, no! Don't hurt me!" she squealed.
"Hurt you?" asked Pinkamena. "I was thinking about stuffing you back in that straightjacket for a week."
The filly's eyes widened. "NO, PLEASE!!! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!!"
"THEN PICK UP A FUCKING KNIFE AND CUT HIM!!!"
"WHAT?!" yelled Featherweight in shock.
"O-Okay" the filly whimpered.
Pinkamena let her go and glanced over at Featherweight.
Scootaloo slowly moved over to the table with all the knives.
"What are you gonna do with those?" asked Featherweight, panicking and sweating.
"You know I've killed quite a few ponies in my time, Featherweight, but... not a lot of them have Agliophobia (fear of pain)."
Scootaloo picked up a kitchen knife then stopped and looked at Feather with a weird look. "Feather... what were you doing outside my window at 2 in the night to have gotten that photo?" she asked suddenly.
"What are you talking about?" asked the foal, still sweating from fear.
Scootaloo put the blade on Feather's chest. "How did you get that picture?"
"I t-took it with my c-camera. Like e-every other picture out th-there."
"And why were you outside my window at 2 at night?"
"Because I..." He took a deep breath. "I..."
The filly started to get mad and pressed the blade in. "Why?!"
"Because I have a thing for you!" he yelled. "I was... watching you... Every chance I got."
"Y-You what?!" Scootaloo squeaked, letting the knife slip, cutting the filly.
"AHH!!!" he yelled in pain. "GAH! I... I-I couldn't help it! I'm sorry!"
"Y-You you you!" the filly tried to think of what to say.
Pinkamena leaned against the back wall, watching and grinning.
"I'm sorry, Scoots! Let me go!"
"H-How long?" she asked.
"Uh... a while! I-I'm not sure!"
Scootaloo picked up the knife again and held it against the cut. "Did you take other pictures?"
"Uh... A-A-A-A f-few..." Scootaloo looked disgusted as she pulled the knife away a bit. "You're so c-cute, I couldn't help it!" He began crying a little. "B-but if it's any consolation... a few of them were in my saddlebag."
Scootaloo replaced the knife where it had been. "A few? Where are the rest?!"
"Th-They're at home in my room. L-Let me go and I'll give them to you."
"I-I can't."
"Wh-Why not?" he asked.
The filly looked back at Pinkamena "She won't let me..."
Pinkamena's grin grew slightly wider.
"Th-This must be some k-kind of nightmare. Some kind of karma for taking those pictures."
Pinkamena let out a laugh. "Ah, that's what every pony says. Especially you foals. This is not a nightmare, nor dream, I assure you."
Scootaloo pushed the knife down slightly cutting the foal. "I-I'm sorry."
"Ahh!!!" yelled Featherweight. "I don't blame you for being mad, Scoots... but this isn't right." Tears filled his eyes. "P-Please..."
"I-I can't." she whispered, looking back at Pinkamena.
"What has she done to you, Scoots? You're better than this!"
"I-If I stop, she'll hurt me again." said Scootaloo.
"Sh... She hurt you?" asked Featherweight.
The filly whimpered and nodded.
Featherweight looked at Pinkamena angrily. "How could you! She's just a foal!"
Pinkamean grinned. "Like I said... you weren't the first."
"YOU MONSTER!" he yelled. He looked at Scoots. "Please. You don't have to be like her. Stop now. Before it's too late."
"I-I don't want to di.e" she whimpered, slashing the foal's chest.
"AHHH!!!!" he cried. "You'd rather be a-a murderer?"
"Sh-She won't just kill m-me! Sh-She'll take h-her time." The filly put the knife on the foal's left foreleg.
Pinkamena laughed. "Face it, Feather. You're dead. I hope your last words with your parents were good ones."
Scootaloo slashed the blade down, cutting the foal again.
"AHHH!!! STOP!!! IT REALLY HURTS!!!"
Scootaloo couldn't take it anymore and tossed the knife away.
"No more!" she cried, starting to break down crying.
Pinkamena's grin turned to a scowl. "What?"
Featherweight let out a sigh of relief between heavy breaths.
"I-I don't w... want to do this anymore!" she sobbed openly.
"You don't want to?" asked Pinkamena, taking a step away from the wall.
Scootaloo just kept sobbing and curled into herself, rocking back and forth.
"No more. No more." she whimpered to herself.
"So you want others to find out about your alone times?" asked the mare. "You don't think he'll tell?"
"I won't. I promise."
"Maybe he'll keep on stalking you. Forever."
"I won't!" he protested.
"Face it, Scoots. He's obsessed. I know a thing or two about obsessions. They don't go away so easily."
"P-Please. Just no more!" the filly kept sobbing.
Pinkamena grabbed the knife off the floor and stood above the filly. She then knelt down. "What's wrong, Scoots?"
"P-Please. No more." she kept sobbing.
"Then you leave me no choice." said the mare.
She placed the blade on the filly's right foreleg and cut it.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Scootaloo screamed in pain.
"That's one. For one mistake. Wanna go for two?"
The filly kept crying as she held her foreleg. Pinkamena cut her two more times on the other foreleg. The filly screamed and sobbed some more.
"SCOOTS!!!" yelled Featherweight. "STOP IT!!!"
"ONLY SHE CAN STOP IT!!!" Pinakmena snapped. "All she has to do is kill you."
"No more..." Scootaloo sobbed.
"That's three." She cut Scoots three more times.
"NO!!! STOP HURTING HER!!!"
"It's all up to her, Feather.
"Killing a pony is not easy! Give her time!"
"SHE HAS NO TIME!!! AND IN FIVE SECONDS, IF SHE HASN'T MADE A MOVE, I'M CUTTING HER FOUR MORE TIMES!!!"
Scootaloo didn't move. She just lay there, slightly whimpering.
"5... 4..."
Feather watched as the filly lay still, not moving. He began to sweat from fear again.
"3... 2..."
"No more..." Scootaloo repeated.
"1... Zero." She raised the knife. "Time's up."
"WAIT!" yelled Featherweight. Pinkamean looked over at him. "Wait." he repeated.
"What?"
"Let me speak to her before you do."
Pinkamena glared at him as she lowered the knife. "Make it fast."
Featherweight nodded and looked at Scootaloo. "Scoots? Can you hear me?" Scootaloo just barely looked up. "Just do it."
Scootaloo looked up. "Wh-What?"
"You have to do it." Tears formed in his eyes. "She'll kill you if you don't."
"A-At least A won't have to--"
"Scoots." Featherweight interrupted. "Just do it."
"How nice." said Pinkamena. "A sacrifice."
"It's the right thing to do. Especially after all I did. I just hope this makes up for it."
Scootaloo didn't move as she lay there, crying and twitching slightly.
"Scootaloo..." said Featherweight.
"That's it!" yelled the mare. "I'M SICK OF WAITING!!!"
"NO!!!" yelled Featherweight. "SCOOTS!!! DO IT!!!"
"SHE'S TOO AFRAID, FEATHER!!! FACE IT!!! YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO WATCH HER DIE!!!"
"NOW, SCOOTS!!! PLEASE!!!"
Slowly, Scootaloo started to get up. Pinkamena held the knife in the air, watching Scootaloo.
"That's it." said Featherweight. "You can do it."
Pinkamena lowered the knife and held it out next to Scootaloo.
The filly slowly reached out for the knife. "I-I don't want to..." she whimpered.
"You have to." said Featherweight. "I want you to. I don't want you to die."
She took the knife and slowly turned to Featherweight, raising the knife. "Dont want to..." she murmured.
A tear fell from Featherweight's eye. "Do it."
Scootaloo made a quick slash across Featherweight's neck, slicing it open.
She then she laid her head on his chest. "No more..."
Blood pooled from the wound and ran down his chest. "I'm sorry." he gurgled, right before his head hung limp.
"What an interesting turn of events." said Pinkamena. "Did not see this happening."
Scootaloo just lay there with her head slowly geting coated in Featherweight's blood.
"Well, you got your first kill, Scoots. Wasn't exactly how I wanted it to happen, but good job."
The filly didn't move or even make a sound.
"Well, say something. Don't you have anything to say?"
"No more... pain." she finally murmured.
"No more pain?" asked Pinkamena. "We've only just begun, Scoots."
"H-He's not going to feel any more pain..." she said, finally pulling her head up, still looking away.
"Right." said Pinkamena hesitantly.
Scootaloo looked over at the table with all the tools. Her eyes were glazed over slightly.
Pinkamena grinned. "What are you thinking about?"
She picked up a scalpel. "No more pain..."
"What are you gonna do?" asked the mare, her smile fading.
The filly just held the blade there, turning it back and forth. "He won't feel pain anymore."
"Yes." said Pinkamena, trotting up behind the filly. "That's what happens when you kill some pony."
"That's right. Dead don't feel pain..." she murmured.
"You feelin' okay? I suppose it be weirder if your first kill didn't mess with you a little."
"I can make the pain go away..." she murmured, slowly raisng the blade.
"What're you doing?" asked Pinkamena, eying the knife.
Scootaloo wordlessly raised the knife to her neck. "Make it go away."
Pinkamena quickly knocked her to the ground and kicked the knife away.
"I don't think so." said the mare.
The filly didn't fight back or resist even the slightest. She just lay there, staring at the knife.
"We have so much more to accomplish."
"But I want the pain to go away." Scoots murmured.
"Then you'll just have to get used to it."
The filly looked like she was gonna say something but started to pass out from blood loss.
"Stay with me, Scoots. What were you gonna say?"
"I... don't... rememb...." she murmured, dozing and fading away. "It doesn't... hurt."
Pinkamena watched her pass out. "Damn." She let out a sigh. "I never thought I'd have to save some pony." She picked up Scootaloo and set her on her back. "Let's get you to the medical room."
She turned and headed to the door, leaving the corpse of Featherweight in the chair.
Scootaloo slowly came back to the living in an odd bed, feeling weak.
She heard a sigh of relief, and then a voice. "Almost lost you, there." The filly lazily looked up and around, looking for the voice. "Thought I was gonna have to kidnap some pony else to take your place."
Scootaloo looked up at Pinkamena. "Somepony else for what?" she asked.
"As my little helper." said the mare. "Did you honestly forget?"
Scootaloo looked down at the blanket of the bed thinking. "Little helper..."
Pinkamena pulled up a chair and sat down next to the bed. "Come on... you must remember."
"Not really. By the way... who are you?" the filly asked, looking at the pink mare.
The mare's grin faded. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she asked.
The filly's ears pined back. "I-I'm sorry?"
"You don't remember a thing? Not a single.... damn... thing?"
"N-No."
Pinkamena covered her face with her hooves and yelled. "All that progress... Everything you experienced... Gone..." She brushed her mane back and pulled a knife from it. "And now your brain's all fucked up."
The filly pulled away from the mare. "Wh-Why do you have that, Pinkamena?"
The mare stared at her. "What'd you call me?"
"Pinkamena?" the filly repeated.
"You remember?"
"Just your na--" the filly suddenly stopped and looked like she was gonna be sick.
Pinkamena grinned. "Anything else?"
Scootaloo leaned over the other side of the bed and vomited.
"O-Oh, goddesses. I k-killed him..." she murmured.
Pinkamena slipped the knife back into her mane. "Yes. Yes, you did. Right before you tried to commit suicide."
The filly started sobbing hard as memories flooded back to her.
"Welcome back, Scoots." said Pinkamena, smiling.
"I killed him..." she sobbed, not hearing Pinkamena.
"Yes, Scoots. You killed him. You slit his throat. Can we move on?"
The filly suddenly stopped sobbing and bolted upright. "Y-You..." she whispered.
Pinkamena didn't even flinch. She just stared at the filly.
The filly's eyes became as cold as Pinkamena's "This is your fault." she said evenly. Pinkamena grinned. The filly got up. "Why did you do this?" she asked, bitterly and cold.
"Because I love hearing the screams of the ponies as I cut them up." she said, grinning evilly. "And that blood..."
"You're sick, Pinkie." the filly said coldly.
"Your point?"
"You need help."
Pinkamena laughed. "Oh, Scoots... There's nothing wrong with my mind. I like doing this. It's fun." The filly just glared at Pinkamena. "I bet you'd kill me right now if you got the chance. Am I right?"
"No. I'd get you help." Scootaloo spat.
"Scootaloo... I'm not insane. Just as one would like to be a mail mare, I like to be a killer." The mare thought for a second. "Speaking of mail mares... I wonder what Derpy's up to."
"Wh-Why do you care about her? Is she one you're actually gonna leave alone?"
"You know me better than to ask that, Scoots."
"And are you gonna kill me eventually?" the filly asked, still glaring.
"Well, that's up to you."
"Oh? And how's that?"
"You do as I say, you live. You disobey... and I'll kill you. Simple as that."
"Then for now, I'll do as you say..." she murmured, still pissed.
"Good." Pinkamena stood up. "Now we pick out our next victim."
"A-Another one?" the filly asked.
"Well... yeah. What else are we gonna do?"
"Something other than killing for once?"
"Oh, yeah?" asked the mare. "Like what?"
"Ummmm..."
"I don't have all day, Scootaloo." said Pinkamena impatiently.
"I don't know. Board games?"
Pinkamena scoffed. "Board games?" she asked with a chuckle. "Are you serious?"
"Something other than killing." the filly murmured sadly.
"You want me to play a board game?"
"...Just something other than killing." the filly repeated.
"Why can't you be more like Ruby." Pinnkamena said to herself, loud enough for Scootaloo to hear.
"Ruby?"
Pinkamena hesitated before answering. "Ruby is a filly. Just like you. The only difference is... she likes to kill. She's pretty energetic about it, too. She came over here to help with a couple of my victims." She paused. "She was fun to work with. Almost made wish I had a daughter of my own to corrupt to be just like her. I thought I could do that with you, Scootaloo." The mare's face suddenly took on an angry expression. "But you're nothing like her. All you've succeeded in doing... is piss me off."
The filly looked down as if thinking about something, then spoke. "Wh-Why do you like it so much?" she asked, not looking up.
"The same reason Rarity runs a clothing business. The same reason Fluttershy cares for animals. And the same reason Derpy delivers mail."
"It's your special talent?" the filly asked.
"I do what I do because I like it. It's what I'm good at. And it also makes me feel good."
"How does hurting others feel good?"
"It just does, Scoots." said the mare. "When I cut some pony with a knife, I get this feeling. Think of it like... my happy place. It feels good, so I keep doing it."
"A-And you want that for me?"
"More or less." said Pinkamena. "And I'm not gonna lie, Scoots. It can get pretty lonely down here. I need some pony to share this with. It's kind of like when you find out something really cool and you just want to tell some pony. I mean, half the time I think I'm starting to go a little crazy."
"A little?"
Pinkamena grinned. "Touche."
Scootaloo looked as if she was thinking hard on something.
Pinkamena tilted her head. "What's up?"
"W-Well... I can't r-realy escape..." she posed, looking away. "a-and I've k-k-killed somepony..." she closed her eyes and sighed. "M-Maybe I can... can try... For you?"
Pinkamena smiled. And not an evil smile. No. She was legitimately happy. "Really?"
"Y-Yes."
Pinkamena felt as though she was gonna cry. She turned away when she felt a tear. "Shit." she whispered.
Scootaloo looked up in concern. "Wh-What's wrong?"
Pinkamena turned back to face the filly. "Oh... Uh... It's nothing."
"Oh... Okay."
"Look, uh... because I'm in such a good mood... I'll, uh..." She let out a sigh. "I'll let you choose what we do next. It can be anything."
"I-I have no idea what to do." the filly admitted.
"Nothing comes to mind? A minute ago you were talking about board games and now you're drawing a blank?"
"I hate board games. I just didn't want to think about killing Featherweight..."
"Oh, yeah? How's that working out for ya?"
"Shitty."
"Yeah, I bet." Pinkamena suddenly looked confused. "Holy shit."
"What?" asked the filly.
"I'm actually having a civilized conversation."
"So you are." Scootaloo almost smiled at that.
Pinkamena smiled slightly, too. Then she suddenly pulled out her knife again. Scootaloo didn't flinch this time.
"Look, Scoots... just because we've had this talk does not make me any less dangerous, all right? Just because I like you, doesn't mean I won't hurt you if you disobey."
"Yes ma'am..." Scootaloo said, looking down slightly.
"So, have you thought of anything you's like to do, or... should we get back to killing another pony?"
"W-We can do what you want..." the filly said.
"Well..." said Pinkamena, putting the knife away. "Let's go back to the desk, shall we?" She stood next to the bed, almost as if offering Scootaloo a ride.
Scootaloo slowly slid herself off onto Pinkamena's back, wincing in pain.
"Th-Thank you..." she grunted.
Pinkamena headed out the door and down the hallway, taking it kind of slow.
"I wonder who's folder I'll pick. Any thoughts?"
"I, uh... don't know." Scootaloo murmured into Pinkamena's mane.
Pinkamena finally arrived back at the desk. She reached a hoof up and opened the drawer. "Let's see..." she muttered as she reached in. "Ah-ha." She pulled one out, setting it on the desk and opening it. "Let's see wh... Oh. What are the chances?"
Scootaloo looked over Pinkamena's shoulder to see Derpy's picture. "N-No!"
"Something wrong?"
"P-Please. Can we pick some other pony?" scootaloo asked
Pinkamena's eyes narrowed. "Pick another?"
"Please. Any other." the filly pleaded.
"And here I thought you--"
She was cut by a ring sound. "Sounds like we have customers. Let's see who's here." She closed the folder and headed up the stairs. When they got back up top, they saw Lyra and Bon-Bon sitting at a table. Derpy was giving some mail to Mrs. Cake. Judging by her saddle bag, it was the last bit of mail she had. Pinkamena smiled. "One in a million."
"Please, Pinkamena. Derpy was so good to me... I'll do anything." Scootaloo whispered into Pinkamena's ear.
"Hey, Derpy!" Pinkamena said loudly, waving a hoof.
The pegasus looked over at them. "Hey!" she said cheerfully, beginning to approach them.
"Please, Pinkamena. I'll do anything. Please." Scootaloo urged.
Derpy finally made it over to them. "Hey, girls." she said. She then noticed the cuts on Scootaloo's foreleg. "Ouch. Did that happen in the fire?"
"I-I cut myself on the window glass..." the filly lied.
"That must've hurt."
"Still does a little."
"Well, I'm just glad you two are okay." said Derpy.
"Th-Thanks, Derpy."
"Yeah." said Pinkamena. "Thanks."
"See you two later." said Derpy, turning to leave.
Scootaloo let out a sigh of relief.
"Hey, Derpy. Wait up." said the mare, taking a couple steps forward. Derpy stopped and turned around.
"No... Please don't, Pinkamena..." Scootaloo whispered to the mare, nearly tearing up.
"Yeah, Pinkie?" asked Derpy.
"Wanna go for a walk? I need to stretch my legs."
"Well, I--"
"You don't have any more mail to deliver."
Derpy hesitated. "Well... I guess I could."
"Pinkamena... if you care about me in any way... please don't hurt her... I'll do anything for her to be spared..." Scootaloo desperately whispered to the mare she was laying on.
The two mares left Sugarcube Corner and began walking through the streets of Ponyville.
"So, what have you been up to, Derp?" asked Pinkamena.
"Oh, the usual. Delivering mail." Her face became sad. "And... taking care of my daughter. Alone."
"Alone?" asked the mare. "What happened?"
"My husband left me. I... I'm not sure why." A tear formed in her eye. "Is... Is there something wrong with me?"
"No. Of course not. You're just unique. One-in-a-million. Any colt would be lucky to have you."
Pinkamena pointed down the street. "Right down there, Derp."
"Cool. Thanks. I usually go around the... you know... I never-- thanks, Pinks."
The mare smiled. "Don't mention it."
Derpy turned and began trotting away. Pinkamena watched as she walked off.
"Thank you." Scootaloo repeated.
Pinkamena looked over her shoulder at Scootaloo. "Well, you asked me not to."
The filly kept nuzzling Pinkamena. "Well, thank you so much..."
"Just don't expect me to keep doing this. All right? I'll leave Derpy alone under two conditions. One... you obey. Two... she doesn't find out about what I do in my basement. Understood?"
Pinkamena and Scootaloo arrived back at Sugarcube Corner. "We're back."
The mare entered Sugarcube Corner and headed back downstairs. "Now, what to do?" Pinkamena asked herself aloud.
"Pick our next... playmate?" Scootaloo asked, trying to be subtle.
Pinkamena grinned. "I'm impressed, Scoots."
"Y-You spared Derpy..."
"For the time being. Don't forget what I said."
Scootaloo hugged the mare's neck. "Yes, ma'am."
"So... let's see who we have." said the mare, heading to the desk and opening the drawer. She reached in and pulled out a folder. "Oh, dear." she said, opening it.
Scootaloo looked down at the file.
"Oh..." was all she could say as she looked at the picture of Flash Wind, her father.
Pinkamena hesitated before closing the folder. "What do you think, Scoots? You wanna go for it?"
Scootaloo was about to say something when she froze and started shaking.
"I..." she started, as she hugged Pinkamena's neck tighter.
"Is that a no?" Pinkamena wheezed.
Just as suddenly as she started, Scootaloo released her grip on the mare's neck.
"What... What do you mean, Pinkamena?" she asked.
"What do you mean 'what do I mean'?"
"I didn't say anything. So why would I be saying no?"
"You just seem scared so I wasn't sure if you wanted to back out."
"Scared?" the filly asked, looking confused.
"You froze up."
"No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did. You grabbed my neck, froze, and started shaking."
"I... I don't remember doing that..." said Scootaloo.
She looked worried as she looked at the picture of her father. She fluffed her wings slightly.
"What did he do to you?" asked the mare
"What?! N-Nothing! He never touched me!" she blurted out, looking at the picture with more fear than Pinkamena had seen on her before.
Pinkamena pulled Scootaloo off her back and set her down in front of her. "Scoots... What is it?"
"N-Nothing! Nothing! Why would you think there's something wrong?!"
"Scootaloo..."
"He never touched me!" she yelled.
Pinkamena stared into the filly's eyes. "Scootaloo... What is it?"
"IT'S NOTHING! I'M FINE!" the filly yelled as she started to curl up.
Pinkamena turned away and took a step forward, away from Scootaloo. "Fine. Curl up and cry, Scoots. See if I care. I'm only trying to help."
"You called me a chicken once 'cause my wings don't work..." the filly whispered after a few minutes. Pinkamena looked back at her. "Ever wonder why they dont work?" THe mare waited for a response. "They're broken."
"Broken?" asked the mare.
"I'll never be able to fly over 13 inches off the ground."
"I'm sure they'll heal over time."
"The docs told me so..." scootaloo looked down betwean her honces "t-thats not all he did..."
Pinkamena turned all the way to face her. "What else?"
"Down there..." The filly started to cry.
Pinkamena's eyes narrowed. "He raped you?"
Scootaloo could only sob as she nodded.
"That fucker." said the mare. "I don't care who you are. You don't rape your children."
"He... He told me everything was gonna be okay... then he... he--" The filly sobed uncontrollably.
Pinkamena inhaled deeply. "Well... Let's go teach him a lesson."
Scootaloo sniffed, looked up at Pinkamena, and nodded.
Pinkamena let Scootaloo ride on her back again as she made her way up the stairs and back outside.
"Any idea where he is?" she asked.
"This time a day he's at the bar, but I know a way you can get him to the back alley." the filly said darkly.
"How?" asked the mare.
"Well, he's always been trying to find a way to fuck the peppy party pony." she said disgustedly.
"That may be difficult... seeing what I've become." Pinkamena said. She started walking towards the bar.
"What about your mane? He likes the whole innocent way you acted... and your mane." she said, spitting the idea in disgust.
"I can do innocent." said the mare. "It's the mane that could be an issue."
"Can't you use Mane Spray, or something?" Scootaloo looked away. "Uh... Rarity made me and her sister learn how to do manes. I could try to do yours up like it used to be." the filly offered.
Pinkamena let out a sigh. "You think you can pull it off?"
"I think. Just need a lot of Mane Spray."
"And where do you propose we go?" asked the mare. "Rarity's?"
"Uh, I guess. That's the only place that sells it..." Scootaloo looked at Pinkamena. "Wouldn't Mrs. Cake have some?"
Pinkamena stopped walking and looked back down the road at Sugarcube Corner.
"I hate backtracking." she muttered.
"Oh. Okay."
"Let's go to Rarity's." said Pinkamena, resuming her walk.
Scootaloo followed Pinkamena closely.
After a bit of walking, Carousel Boutique came into view. "I don't think I need to tell you to keep your mouth shut, right?"
"No, ma'am."
"Good girl." said Pinkamena, approaching the building.
She knocked on the door and it opened a few seconds later.
"Pinkie, dear." said Rarity. "And Scootaloo. Are you two alright? I heard from Twilight that you were in a fire."
"Yeah, we're fine." said the mare. "Just a few scrapes, is all."
Rarity smiled as Sweetie Belle came into the room.
"Scootaloo?" she asked, approaching the door.
"H-Hey, Belle." Scootaloo waved to the filly.
"So, what happened to you after you went down that door in the ground?"
"Door in the ground?" asked Rarity, as Pinkamena looked over her shoulder at Scootaloo.
"I-It was just a dead end." the filly giggled.
"Well, that must've been a bummer." said the filly.
"Y-Ya. And then I saw Pinkie out and about and we had a sleep over."
"Aw, I love sleepovers." said Sweetie Belle as Pinkamena shot Scootaloo a smile of approval.
"Will somepony tell me what this 'door in the ground' is?" asked Rarity.
"Well, we found this door in the ground and Scootaloo investigated it." Sweetie Belle explained. "That's all."
"Well, you'd never catch me down in a tunnel. They're so dirty."
"Rarity?" asked Pinkamena. "Do you have any Mane Spray?"
"Well, I think so." said the unicorn. "Why?"
"Uh..." Pinkamena couldn't think of a good enough reason.
"W-Well, Mrs. Cake was doing her mane and she ran out."
"Well, fear not." said Rarity, disappearing inside.
Sweeite Belle looked at Pinkamena, and then back at Scootaloo.
"Something wrong, Belle?" Scootaloo asked.
"Nothing." said Sweetie Belle. "It's just that Pinkie's seemed a little different lately."
"R-Really? I hadn't noticed."
"I assure you, Sweetie Belle." said Pinkamena smiling. "I'm the same mare as before."
"Then what happened to your parties? I loved those."
Pinkamnea groaned slightly, not liking how nosy the foal was being.
"P-Pinkie's just not feeling good lately. Not since the fire."
"Well, it didn't start after the fire." said Sweetie Belle. "It started before." Pinkamena let out a soft growl, just loud enough for Scootaloo to hear. "Come to think of it... it was around the time when--"
"HEY, uh... What did you and Applebloom do after you left me?"
"We actually hung out in the park, waiting for you." Sweetie Belle paused. "We gave up after about a half hour and went home. You were down there for a while."
Scootaloo giggled. "Yeah. Sorry about that. It was dark down there and I got lost."
Sweetie smiled, but her smile soon faded. "Say, uh... have you seen Berry Punch around?"
Scootaloo glanced at Pinkamena. "I think I saw her leaving town in a carriage, or something."
"What about her daughter?"
Pinkamena's ear twitched as she let out yet another growl, this one lasting a bit longer and sounding even more irritated.
"Help..." Scootaloo whispered to Pinkamena.
Pinkamena inhaled deeply. "She's staying with Fluttershy until her mom gets back."
"Any idea when she's getting back?"
Pinkamena shook her head. "She said nothing to me."
Sweetie Belle nodded as Rarity came back.
"Sorry it took a while." she apologized. "I had a hard time opening the box. Why do they put so much tape on it?"
Pinkamena smiled as she took the bottle of Mane Spray and handed it to Scootaloo. The filly took at and held tightly onto it.
"Thanks." said the pink mare, turning and leaving.
"See you later, Pinkie, dear!" Rarity called.
"See ya later, Scootaloo!" Sweetie yelled.
"See you, Belle!" Scootaloo chimed.
Pinkamena continued walking. "Too fucking close."
"I-I didn't mess up with my story, did I?" Scootaloo asked fearfully.
"No, Scoots." said the mare. "But Sweetie Belle was pretty damn nosy." She paused. "I understand she's your friend, Scootaloo, but if she figures out anything--"
"No! Please don't hurt my sweet-- uh... I mean her."
"Your... sweet?" asked Pinkamena.
Scootaloo's face flared up as she stammered. "Uh... w-well... I-I-I mean..."
Pinkamena grinned. "Is that what you think about during your alone times?" Scootaloo kept silent as her cheeks were now glowing. "I'm right, aren't I?"
"M-Maybe..." said the filly.
"Don't worry, Scoots. Your secret is safe with me."
"U-Um... Thank you...." the filly said, nearly to quiet to hear.
"See? Isn't it better to have me as a friend than a master?"
"Y-Ya. It is." the filly replied, a little happy.
"Then I trust you'll keep it that way?"
"Y-Yes, Pinkamena. I'll try."
"Good. So where shall we do this?" asked the mare.
"I have no idea where. Maybe a bathroom?" Scootaloo suggested.
"Hold on." said Pinkamena, trotting to a nearby alley. "This should do."
Scootaloo hopped down and held up the Mane Spray.
"Uh... lean down, Pinkamena, so I can reach, please." Scootaloo asked.
Pinkamena laid down on her belly, front hooves tucked underneath.
Scootaloo started working and took almost 20 minutes but was able to get Pinkamenas mane poofy.
"There. That should hold." Scootaloo commented.
The mare looked up at her mane and then back down at the filly. "Let's get this over with quickly. I hate my mane like this."
"All right."
Pinkamena got back up and turned to face the street.
"I-I think I'll try walking for now, okay, Pinkamena?"
"Suit yourself." said the mare, leaving the alley and making her way to the bar.
Scootaloo followed. "Uh... Where do you want me to wait, Pinkamena?"
"You can wait in the back. I'm gonna try something."
"O-Okay." said Scootaloo.
She headed towards the back of the building.
After putting on a fake cheerful smile, Pinkamena entered the bar and and looked around.
A voice came from the bar. "Hey, lookie there. It's Pinkie Pie!" called Pinkamena's target.
Pinkamena approached the bar section and sat down. Flash Wind looked her up and down.
"Heh. Never seen you around here before. What brings you down?" he cooed, leaning towards her with booze in his breath.
"Just thought I'd try new things." said Pinkamena in her Pinkie Pie voice.
"Really? What kind of new things?" he asked, leaning closer to her.
"Like doing something wild."
"How wild, sweetie?" he asked, placing a hoof on Pinkamena's hind leg.
"Mmmmm... Depends."
Flash slid his hoof further in on Pinkamena's leg. "On?"
"How much alcohol is in me."
"Barkeep. A cosmo for the mare."
Pinkamena watched as the bartender filled a glass and slid it over.
"Looks good." said the mare, picking it up.
"The best."
Pinkamena chugged half the glass and set it down. "That was good." She paused. "Will you excuse me a minute?" she asked politely. "I'm gonna go freshen up."
"All right, sweetie flanks." he cooed.
Pinkamena got up and headed towards the bathroom.
Flash sat there for a few minutes before heading out back. As he stepped out back he spotted Scootaloo.
"What the buck are you doing here?" he asked as the filly jumped back.
"D-Dad?!"
He stepped closer to her, raising a hoof. "I asked you a question."
Pinkamena looked in the mirror in the bathroom.
"Fuckin'... poofy mane shit." she muttered as she turned on the water in the sink.
Flash Wind hit Scootaloo again.
"Answer me, goddammit!" he yelled at her.
Pinkamena ran her mane under the water,
"Get out of my mane you damn Mane Spray."
Scootaloo's nose was bleeding and her body was coverd in bruises.
"You like that, ya little shit?!"
Pinkamena furiously pulled on her mane to get it straight again.
"Come on, dammit." she grunted.
Flash Wind bucked his daughter into the wall as she wimpered.
"Now say it, you little cunt!" he yelled at her.
Scootaloo slowy looked up at him. "I-I'm worthless..." she sobbed as her dad raised his hoof again.
Pinkamena finally got her mane straight again.
"About damn time." she said before leaving the bathroom.
She returned to the bar to find that the colt was gone.
"Hello?" she called. "Where'd ya go?"
Slowly, Flash started bending Scootaloo's left hind leg.
"Maybe if you can't walk for a few months you'll stay put like I tell you to!" he yelled as Scootaloo started to sob from the pain.
"Lookin' for the colt you were with?" asked the bartender.
Pinkamena turned to him. "Yeah. You see where he went?"
"Out the back."
"Out the back?" asked the mare. "Fuck."
She quickly began making her way to the back door.
"P-PLEASE STOP!!!" Scootaloo cried out in pain as her dad bent her leg out of place.
Pinkamena burst through the back door.
"The fuck is going on here!" she yelled.
Flash turned around and looked at Pinkamena.
"W-Wait! I can explain, Pinks!"
The mare trotted towards him. "Oh, yeah? THEN YOU BETTER FUCKIN' START!!!"
"W-Well, you see... she... she attacked me!" he lied.
Pinkamena's eyes narrowed even more as she glared at the colt, extremely pissed off.
"Wh-What's your problem?!" he asked her as Scootaloo started to crawl away. "Where do you think you're going, cunt?!" he asked the filly.
Pinkamena kicked him hard on his front-left knee.
"Ahhhhhh! Bitch! What the hell?!" he yelled, and tried to hit Pinkamena back.
The mare grabbed his head and headbutted him.
"Ack! Fucking bitch! What's it you to how I deal with my kid?!" he yelled, holding his head.
Pinkamena pulled out her knife. "Because she's my kid now."
"What the hell?! Take her for all I care!" he yelled, backing away and stepping on Scootaloo's leg.
"AHHHHH!" the filly screamed.
Pinkamena threw the knife at the colt's back leg.
"Ahhhhhh! Fucking hell, bitch!" he yelled, clinging his leg and trying to pull the knife out.
The mare then rammed into him, knocking him over. The colt pulled the knife free as he was knocked over and held it at Pinkamena.
"Get back, you freak!" he yelled as Scootaloo crawled away.
Pinkamena didn't listen. Instead, she trotted towards him.
"Fucker! Stay back!" he yelled, and slashed at her.
The mare grinned. "You think I'm scared of you?" she asked, kneeling down by his hind legs.
Flash Wind stabbed Pinkamena's side. "Bitch!"
The mare looked down at the knife in her side and giggled.
"Oh, you're funny. Thinking you could hurt me."
She slammed her hoof into his wrist, hard.
"AHHHHHH!" he screamed in pain.
She picked up the knife and stabbed him in the kneecap.
"BITCH!!" he yelled in pain.
She held the knife's blade under his eye.
"Wh-What the hell?! You could put an eye out!" he said in fear for once.
"I know." said the mare with a grin.
"Wh-What?!"
The mare sighed contently. "How does it feel being the one who's abused?"
"Fuck you!" he yelled, kicking out his good leg at Pinkamena's stomach.
The mare gasped slightly and then inhaled deeply.
"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this." she said, tapping the knife under the colt's eye.
Flash tried to pull his head away.
Pinkamena quickly drove the blade into his eye.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" the colt screamed as he bucked Pinkamena hard enough to knock her back.
Pinkamena chuckled as she got back up.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"
The colt looked at her with his one good eye and tried to charge the pink mare. When he was close enough, Pinkamena turned around and buck-kciked him in the chest. The colt fell back, slightly dazed. Pinkamena went over to the knife and picked it up. She then headed over to Flash. Flash was still dazed as he shook his head.
"The hell kind of mare are you?" he asked unthinkingly.
"The kind you don't wanna fuck with." she said, kneeling down next to him.
He looked over at her. "Who the hell are you?!"
"Me?" asked the mare. "Why, I'm the last pony you'll ever see."
She then drove the knife into his other eye.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You bitch!" he wailed, headbutting her and thrashing his head around. "Where are you?!"
Pinkamena picked up the knife and watched the colt thrash about.
"BITCH!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!" he yelled, running into a wall.
The mare let out a sigh and headed towards the colt, knife at the ready.
Flash's ears perked at the sound and he ran at Pinkamena. "I heard you, bitch!"
Pinkamena thrust the knife into the colt's neck and threw him to the ground. Flash gurgled on his own blood as he fell to the ground, finally going silent. Pinkamena knelt down on top of him and stabbed him three more times in the neck, twisting the knife about. Blood sprayed all over her face. After she was done, she got off the colt and sat down next to him, blood dripping from her face.
There was the slow sound of something dragging as Scootaloo called out. "P-Pinkamena?" she asked, slightly fearful.
Pinkamena looked over at her. "Scoots. You okay?" she asked, breathing heavily.
"I-I'm in a lot of pain." the filly whimpered. "B-But he didn't hurt you, did he?"
"No. But he ain't lookin' too good." She got up and walked over to the filly.
Scootaloo's body was a mess of red, purple, and blue. Her left hindleg was at an odd angle.
"H-How bad do I look?"
"Like shit." Pinkamena knelt down next to Scootaloo's misshapen leg. "Is it broken or dislocated?"
"I-I don't know. It hurts a lot. And I d-don't remember hearing a snap or crack when he did this..." she trailed off.
Pinkamena placed her hooves on the hurt leg.
"This may hurt a bit." said the mare, popping the leg back in place.
Scootaloo held in her screams of pain as much as she could, only letting out whimpers.
Pinkamena looked up at the darkening sky.
"We'll wait here till its darker before we go back."
The filly could only nod. Pinkamena went behind a dumpster, out of view from the bar, and sat down, leaning up against the dumpster. Scootaloo dragged herself over to Pinkamena and laid her head in the mare's lap, closing her eyes and falling asleep.
Scootaloo slowly opened her eyes and looked up. "P-Pinkamena?"
The mare looked down at the filly. "Yeah?"
"W-What do you think of me?" the filly asked.
"What do you mean?"
"C-Could I be more than your helper?"
"More than my helper?" asked Pinkamena. "You mean, like..."
"Do you l-love me?" the filly asked, then whispered. "Even a little?"
The mare looked away. "Scootaloo..." She let out a sigh. "You have to understand what kind of mare I am now. Ever since I took up killing as a hobby I've learned to forget about sadness, regret, pain, fear... and even love."
The filly looked away sadly. "Oh..."
"But..." Pinkamena said, pausing.
"B-But?"
"I... I-I like you, Scoots."
"R-Really?"
Pinkamena ran a hoof through Scootaloo's mane. "'Yeah. Which is... Which is why I want you to--" Scootaloo suddenly spit up blood and started to drift off. "Ah, fuck." said Pinkamena. "Let's get you fixed up first."
Scootaloo came back to consciousness wrapped in warm, pink fur. She looked up. "P-Pinkamena?"
The two were lying on the bed down in the basement bedroom.
"You're all right now, Scoots." said the mare. "I got you fixed up almost as good as new." She removed her hooves from the filly. "You wanna try walking?"
Scootaloo got up and trotted around a bit. She then got back on the bed with Pinkamena, nuzzling her.
"Th-Thank you."
"Don't mention it." said the mare with a forced smile. "Now back to what I was talking about earlier."
"O-Oh yeah. You said you wanted me to do something?" the filly recalled.
Pinkamena nodded and sighed. "I... I don't wanna hurt you, Scoots. But I will if you stay. Which is why I... want you to leave."
"Th-That's not funny, Pinkamena." Scootaloo murmured, not believing her.
"I'm not kidding. I want you to go."
"But, yo--"
"JUST GO!!!" yelled the mare.
Out of fear, Scootaloo bolted for the basement door. Pinkamena rolled over onto her side and began to cry. Scootaloo had stopped and was thinking about the past few days when she heard the sobs from downstairs. The filly turned around and silently tip-hoofed back down the stairs.
"Why did it have to be like this?" the mare sobbed into her pillow.
The filly kept silent as she reached the edge of the bed.
"Why?" the mare repeated.
Scootaloo slowly got on the bed, making sure not to let the pink mare know she was there.
"All I wanted was a... daughter."
Scootaloo's breath caught at that last part but she kept listening.
"Oh, Scootaloo." whispered the mare, loud enough for the filly to hear.
The filly couldn't take it anymore. "P-Pinkamena?" she whispered, nuzzling the mare's back.
Pinkamena let out a sharp gasp and slowly looked over.
"Scootaloo? I thought I told you to leave."
"I-I don't want to..." the filly said.
"Why?" asked the mare, eyes watering.
"B-Because I want... I want..." the filly started.
"Yes?"
"I want a mommy!" the filly cried, lunging forward and wrapping herself around Pinkamena's tummy.
"Well, I want a daughter, but... that dream was taken from me the momment I became a killer. I enjoy killing so much that I might..." Pinkamena trailed off as she closed her eyes, letting out quiet sobs.
"I DON'T CARE!" the filly yelled into Pinkamena's fur.
"Scootaloo..." said Pinkamena, not believing what she was hearing.
"Y-You actually wanted me! I-I've never had that... Dad blamed me for my mommy's death. He hated me." The filly started to cry.
Pinkamena put a hoof around the filly and held her close. "And if I hurt you?"
"Well... you'll only do that if I mess up, right?" the filly asked, looking up at the mare.
"Yeah, but... still... I-I'm hurt--"
"I don't care! I still want you!" the filly exclaimed.
Pinkamena wrapped her other foreleg around the filly and hugged her tightly.
"Scootaloo?" she asked.
"Y-Yes?"
"I... I-I..."
"What is it?"
"I-I l... love you, Scoots."
The filly hugged Pinkamena tighter. "I love you, too, mommy."
Derpy put an envelope into the mailbox as Sweetie Belle approached her.
"Hey, Derp." she greeted.
Derpy looked over at her. "Hey, there, Sweetie Belle."
"You got time?"
"Time?"
"I need your help with something. Are you available?"
"I still have a few more stops to ma--"
"That's fine. Listen... Something's wrong with Pinkie Pie. She's been acting differently. Will you help me find out why?"
"Of course, Sweetie Belle. I'm always glad to help."
"Thanks a bunch, Derpy." said the filly. "Meet me at Rarity's."
"Uh... Okay..." said Derpy, sounding unsure.
"Carousel Boutique."
"Right. Okay."
"See ya, then." said Sweetie Belle, trotting off.
"See ya!" called Derpy. She looked back at the mailbox and then at her saddlebag. "Now, where was I?"
Pinkamena was sitting at her desk looking through a stack of file folders. Scootaloo sat next to the mare on a stool from upstairs, looking at the files as well.
"Scootaloo?" said the mare.
"Yes, mommy?"
"How'd you like to go for a walk?"
"R-Really? Where to?"
"Wherever you want to go. I trust you." Pinkamena looked down at the filly, her eyes slightly narrowed. "I can trust you, right?"
Scootaloo tried not to flinch. "Of course you can. And if it's okay... I would like to go out and stretch my legs."
Pinkamena smiled. "Then go. Have fun."
Scootaloo trotted up and out the basement door and then out the store's and out into Ponyville.
"Hey, Scoots." said a familiar foal's voice.
Scootaloo looked up to see Sweetie Belle and Derpy. "Oh, hey!"
"Whatcha doin'?" asked Derpy.
"Oh, just going out for a walk."
"Can we tag along, too?" asked Derpy.
"Uh, sure." Scootaloo started trotting.
The other two followed next to her.
"So, you're still at Pinkie's?" asked Sweetie Belle. "You living with her, or something?"
"Y-Yeah. Now that my dad left me..."
"Your dad left?" asked Derpy. "That's awful."
Scootaloo's wings twitched as a reflex. "Not really..."
"So how is living with Pinkie?" asked Sweetie Belle.
"It's good... A little hard at first."
"How was it hard?"
"Yeah." said Derpy. "Pinkie's fun."
"Yes. But sometimes she can be hard to deal with."
Sweetie stared at her. "How? There is something going on with her, isn't there?"
"N-No. What would give you that idea?" Scootaloo asked.
"Then how was it hard?"
"W-Well, she can be overly peppy sometimes."
"I see. And compared to living with your father... it was hard?"
Scootaloo flinched. "J-Just hard to deal with."
Sweetie Belle nodded. "But are you sure there's nothing going on with her?"
"Nope. Nothing."
Sweetie Belle looked around before saying, "Hey. Follow me, Scootaloo. There's something I wanna show you."
"Okay, sweets." Scootaloo said, slightly dreamily, and followed the other filly.
Sweetie Belle headed into an alley and stopped a few steps in.
Scootaloo walking into the back alley and glanced around. She was at a dead end. "What gives, sweets? There's nothing here."
Sweetie Belle and Derpy stood next to each other, blocking the exit.
"All right, Scootaloo." said Sweetie Belle. "Spill it. What's going on?"
"Yeah." said Derpy, trying to sound intimidating but failing. "Tell us."
"T-Tell you what?" The filly backed into the wall.
"What's going on with Pinkie Pie?" asked Sweetie Belle. "She used to wear her mane up, threw parties all the time, always went out to greet others, and always sounded cheerful. Now she's the exact opposite. Explain."
"I-I don't know. She's just not feeling as cheery lately." Scootaloo lied.
"Lately?" asked Sweetie Belle. "She started acting weird ever since her surprise birthday party."
"I-I don't know. Mommy seems fine to me." Scootaloo said without thinking.
"Mommy?" asked Derpy.
"Pinkie! I meant Pinkie!"
"Sure you did." said Sweetie sarcastically.
"Why'd you call Pinkie 'mommy'?" asked Derpy.
"L-Look... Pinkie caught my dad... hurting me and she stepped in and saved me. We talked and she... And one thing led to another..." Scootaloo explained, only telling half the story.
"Well, that doesn't explain Pinkie's actions lately." Sweetie Belle stepped close to Scootaloo. "I saw you two heading to the bar after you fixed her mane."
"Sh-She went to get my dad for me and things didn't end well. That's when he hurt me..."
"And why did Pinkamena have you fix her mane up just to get your dad?"
"I-I don't know. She just did." Scootaloo said defenlively.
"She just did?"
"That sounds like Pinkie." said Derpy.
Sweetie Belle knew she had to lie in order to get what she wanted. She took a deep breath.
"That wasn't all I saw." she said.
Scootaloo turned away, thinking. Then she had an idea.
"S-So you saw my daddy beat me and nearly broke my leg?" she asked slowly.
"I meant what I saw Pinkamena do." Sweetie Belle lied.
"And what did you see?"
"You know."
"Know what?"
Sweetie Belle quinted her eyes, staring at Scootaloo.
"W-Well... Uh-- Don't hide muffins in your mane, Sweetie Belle!" the filly called.
"Mmmmuffins?" asked Derpy.
"No, Derpy. It's a trick."
"Why would you hide muffins in your mane?"
"I don't have muffins in my--"
"Can I have them?" asked the pegasus.
"What?" asked Sweetie Belle, loking at Derpy. "No."
"Well, why not?"
"I don't... have any... mu--"
Scootaloo bolted past the mare and the filly and ran down the street.
"H-Hey!" yelled Sweetie Belle, whipping around. "Come back here!" She looked at Derpy who was still staring at her. "I don't have any muffins."
Scootaloo made her way back to Sugercube Coner. She trotted down to the basement, slammed the door, and locked it behind her. Pinkamena was laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Her hind legs crossed and her forehooves behind her head. Scootaloo slumped to the floor, panting hard. Pinkamena got off her bed when she heard Scootaloo. She then left her bedroom to find Scootaloo laying at the bottom of the stairs, panting.
"Scootaloo. What happened?" she asked, trotting towards her.
The filly panted a little more, then started talking. "Bumped into Sweetie... and... Derpy... Asked questions..."
Pinkamena's eyes narrowed. "About?"
"Sweetie followed us to the bar."
"WHAT?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled the mare.
"They were asking questions about you."
"FUCK!!!!" The mare quickly knelt down and got in the filly's face. "WHAT DO THEY KNOW?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"I-I don't think they do. They were trying to get info out of me..."
"I-I don't think they know anything. That's why they were asking me."
"But, they're suspicious?"
"Yes."
"DAMMIT!!! Now you said they tried to get info from you. I hope that means you kept your mouth shut."
"I lied and said you weren't feeling good!" the filly called. "I didn't say a thing mommy, I swear!"
"If they find out ANYTHING... ANYTHING AT ALL... I WILL kill them."
"Y-Yes, mommy..." Scootaloo whispered, thinking about Sweetie Belle.
"Now if you feel they're onto us... you'd tell me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, mommy... b-but if Sweets does find out... Is there a way to keep h-- I mean capture her?" The filly was blushing hard at her finel mess-up.
"Keep... her?"
"U-Um... You know, I l-like her." The filly turned away, her face glowing.
"You love her?"
"M-Maybe..."
"So you have this plan for your sweetie, Belle. What if Derpy finds out?"
"I-I don't know. I don't think she would find anything out on her own..."
"But... if she does?"
"I-I guess y-you'll get a new playmate..." the filly whimpered sadly.
"So, if they find out... you'll be all set with Derpy dead and Sweetie as your pet?"
"P-P-PET?!" the filly squealed, embarrassed as she fidgeted with her hooves.
"Answer the question. Now."
"Y-Yes." the filly answered. "B-But Sweetie wouldn't be my pet..."
"Your bitch, then. Frankly, I don't care. It's the whole Derpy thing that bugs me."
"Wh-What about it?"
"I thought she was your friend. But it seems you'd be okay if she died."
"W-Well, I'd have to pick between you and her..." She nuzzled Pinkamena. "I-I'd pick mommy... but I'll try not to let it get that far."
Pinkamena let out a sigh. "You know I love you, right?"
"Y-Yes."
"Good... They'll share the penalty." The mare stood up and turned away. "I'll kill them both."
"B-BUT... Sweetie..." the filly started to protest.
"NO BUTS!!!" yelled the mare, whipping back around. "IF SHE ESCAPES, SHE'LL BRING HELP!!! If one finds out-- ONE... they both die. Understood?"
The filly flinched away. "Yes, mommy. I-I'm sorry."
The mare held out a hoof towards the filly.
"Come here, sweetie." she said sweetly.
Scootaloo stepped forward and hugged the mare.
Pinkamena hugged back. "I'm sorry it has to be that way, sweetie. But if I'm discovered, you'll be taken away from me forever."
"I-I don't want that." the filly murmured into Pinkamena's fur.
"So be careful, Scoots." said the mare. "Either we're separated forever or your friends die."
"B-But if they don't find out... they'll be fine, right?" the filly asked hopefully.
"I don't see why not."
Scootaloo nuzzled her mommy. "Th-Thank you, mommy."
"You're welcome, baby. Just don't screw it up, huh?"
"Well, I think it's time for another victim. Don't you?"
"Mmmmmm... Okay, mommy."
Pinkamena moved away from Scootaloo and headed to her desk. She opened the drawer and pulled out a folder.
"Oh, son of a bitch." she groaned when she saw who's folder it was.
"Who is it, mommy?" asked Scootaloo.
"It's fuckin' Shade." said Pinkamena.
"Shade? Who's that?"
"I don't know, to be honest. I don't even know his real name. I just call him Shade 'cause he's mysterious." she hesitated. "Fuck, I don't even know if it is a he, dammit."
"Oh..."
"How the hell am I gonna find..." She suddenly had an idea. "Fluttershy might know something. She's been doing this kind of thing a bit longer than me." she got up from the chair and headed towards the stairs. "Come on, Scoots."
"Coming, mommy!"
They arrived at Fluttershy's cottege and Pinkamna knocked.
Fluttershy opened the door and looked out. "Oh, hello, Pinkamena. Come in, come in." she stepped aside so the pink mare could enter.
"Thanks, Fluttershy." said the mare. "I need some help with my next victim."
"Oh? And who would that be?"
Scootaloo trotted in after Pinkamena and was met with a flash of pink as Ruby appeared before her.
"Ah!" she yelled in surprise.
"Hello, there, Scootaloo. I hear you're Aunty Pinkamena's new pet!" the pink filly cheered.
Scootaloo tilted her head. "I'm not her pet. I'm her daughter!"
Ruby froze at that. "Her what?" She paused. "Hey, Scootaloo... Want to go play in the other room?"
The orange filly nodded and the two went off to Ruby's room.
"I need some info on somepony, Fluttershy." said Pinkamena, turning her gaze from the fillies to the mare. "Can you help?"
"Well, who is it?" asked Fluttershy, sitting on the couch and patting the seat next to her.
"It's that mystery colt..." said Pinkamena, sitting down with Fluttershy. "...or mare. I'm not really sure."
"That doesn't help me help you, Pinkamena."
"Well, if I knew who it was... I wouldn't be here. Now... he, or she, is a dark, dark... dark red unicorn. Usually seen wearing a cloak."
"Oh, that pony." the yellow mare said rather sadly.
"What about that pony?"
"i don't know what his problem is but for a month I saw him outside my home, watching it... then he stopped."
"And you haven't seen him since?"
"Well, here and there in town sometimes, but no. He stays at his home most of the time."
"You know where he lives?"
"He lives down the road."
"Uh-huh..."
"in a shack just on the edge of the forest."
"A shack, huh? Shouldn't be too hard to find."
Suddenly Scootaloo's screams were heard from a far off room.
"STOP! IT HURTS!"
Pinkamena quickly looked towards the screams. Eyes narrow, she bolted through the house to find the fillies in Ruby's bedroom. Ruby had Scootaloo wrapped up in her snake tail, squeezing her.
"THE FUCK?!!!!!!" yelled the mare.
Ruby was to busy yelling to see Pinkamena.
"SHUT UP!! SHE'S NOT YOUR MOMMY!! SHES YOUR MAS--"
Pinkamena ran at Ruby with her knife at the ready, snatched the filly off the ground, and held the knife against her throat.
"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING TO MY DAUGHTER??!!!!!!!" Pinkamena screamed.
"I was j--" the filly started.
"PUT HER THE FUCK DOWN NOW!!!" yelled Fluttershy as she held a meat hook under Scootaloo's chin.
"This little bitch was crushing my daughter. SO I'M GONNA FUCKING SLIT HER THROAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Then Scootaloo will see how far this hook can go into her brain." the mare said calmly.
"Why would you hurt Scootaloo? It was your little shit that was killing her."
"Hurting her. Not killing her. And I'll punish her. Not you. She is mine to deal with."
Pinkamena looked at Scootaloo and then down at Ruby, breathing heavily from rage.
"Pinkamena. Put my filly down and I'll let yours go as well."
Pinkamena was still breathing heavily as she got in the position to slit the foal's throat. Fluttershy lifted the hook further, making Scootaloo whimper. Pinkamena let out a deep breath.
"FUCK!!!!!" she yelled, shoving Ruby away from her. "Take your stupid bitch."
Fluttershy caught Ruby and pulled the hook away from Scootaloo. She then gently nudged her towards Pinkamena.
"Come on, Scoots. We're leaving." said the mare, beginning to walk away.
Scootaloo quickly followed her mommy. Pinkamena headed towards the door. When she was next to Ruby, she stopped and looked down at her, glaring with rage.
"Listen here, you little shit. What we had before... That's over. I don't want you calling me 'aunty' anymore."
She then looked away and continued towards the door.
"B-But... I-I-I just--" the filly babbled as she broke into sobs, burying her face in her yellow caretaker's hooves.
"I don't wanna hear it, Ruby." said Pinkamena, turning around in the doorway. "I trusted you. When you helped me kill those ponies... I thought of you as a daughter. You're the reason I 'adopted' Scootaloo. But this... What you did is unforgivable." She pointed a hoof at her. "Just stay away from us."
She turned back around and left the room, heading towards the front door.
The pink filly sobbed openly behind the mare as Scootaloo followed closely.
"Sh-She thought I was lying about being your daughter. She thought I was making fun of her."
Pinkamena stopped with a hoof on the door. "She thought you were lying?" she asked.
"Yeah. Just to piss her off."
Pinkamena hesitated. "Do you think she would've acted differently if she knew it was the truth?"
"I-I do. I think she honestly believed I was trying to upset her." Scootaloo said, looking back at Ruby's room door.
"This isn't looking good for me." said Pinkamena. "I hate apologizing." She slammed a hoof against the door in frustration. "Dammit." She took a deep breath to calm down. "Well, I guess this is good news. I liked her." The mare looked at Scootaloo. "Would you like to get to know her?"
"W-Well... without the whole strangling thing... yes. Yes, I would." Scootaloo admitted.
Pinkamena nodded and sighed. "Wait here."
She turned from the door and made her way to the door to Ruby's room. At the door, Pinkamena heard the filly sobbing.
"Damn." whispered the mare. She knocked lightly on the door. "Ruby?"
"Wh-What, Pinkamena?"
"Can I come in?"
"You can, but... p-please don't hurt me." the filly whimpered.
Pinkamena slowly opened the door and entered, heading for the filly's bed. "I'm not gonna hurt you." she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "It's, uh... come to my attention that you didn't believe Scootaloo was now my daughter and that's why you... did what you did. Is this true?"
"I-I thought she was making fun of me... I'm so, so, so, sorry." the filly whimpered.
"Pinkamena nodded. "I know what it feels like to lose your temper. Believe me. But you should've asked me first before jumping to conclusions."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." she whimpered.
"It's okay." Pinkamena slowly reached out a hoof towards Ruby. "Come here."
Ruby hesitated for a second before going over to the mare.
Pinkamena wrapped her hooves around the foal. "Look, Ruby... I'm not mad anymore. When Scootaloo mentioned it may have been a mistake I was relieved... And if you want... you can call me 'aunty' again."
the filly huged pinkamena "t-thank you aunty..." aunty
"Sure." said the mare. "And I'm just guessing here, but... did Fluttershy ever end up punishing you?"
"Sh-She's not gonna let me play with her victims." The filly started to sob.
"That's not it, is it?"
"Sh-She's not g-gonna even acknowledge I'm alive." the filly sobbed
Pinkamena nodded. "Wait here. I'll go talk with her."
She gently laid Ruby back down and left her room.
"Th-Thank you, aunty." said the filly.
Pinkamena stopped in the doorway and hesitated. "Your welcome." she said before heading to Fluttershy's room.
She knocked on the door.
"I hope a certain pink filly didn't leave her room, 'cause that would mean I'd have to beat her." Fluttershy warned from behind the door.
Pinkmena let out a sigh and opened the door. "It's me, Fluttershy."
Fluttershy was laying on her bed with Fray between her legs. She looked over the edge of the bed at Pinkamena. "Mmmmm, Pinkamena? What are you still doing here?" she asked.
"I need to talk to you about Ruby."
"I'm listening."
"I just found out that Ruby thought Scootaloo was making fun of her. That's why she... you know."
"And what do you want me to do?"
"Well... Take away her punishment."
"Mmm... fine. After I'm done he-- DAMMIT! I SAID NO TEETH, FRAY!" the yellow mare yelled, kicking the pony's side.
"Really?" asked Pinkamena, surprised Fluttershy gave in so easily. "Just like that?"
"Well it was a mistake and she was-- Oh, there! Right there!"
"Right." said Pinkamena, half in understanding and half a little weirded out by the intercourse taking place in front of her eyes. "Well, I can see you're busy so I'll just go." she said, backing up towards the door.
"Good-bye, PinkamenaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA!" the mare finnished with a squeal.
Pinkamena left Fluttershy's room and made her way towards the front door.
"I gotta get me one of those." said Pinkamena to herself, referring to Fray.
When she got to Ruby's room, she stopped and looked in. Ruby wasn't sobbing but was still whimpering. Pinkamena smiled ever so slightly and headed back to the front door where Scootaloo was waiting.
"P-Pinkamena... I think I saw our victim pass by to his house." she whispered.
The mare ran to the window and looked out. The cloaked figure was just entering a shack near the edge of the Everfree Forest.
"Just like Fluttershy said."
"S-So are we gonna follow him?"
"Abso-freakin'-lutely." said the mare, opening the front door and leaving.
Scootaloo followed close behind. They quickly and quietly made their way towards the shack. As they got close, Scootaloo leaped under Pinkamena. The mare stood in front of the door of the shack.
"3..." she whispered. "2..." She threw open the door. "AH-- huh?" she asked, confused. "What the fuck?"
Inside the shack was Berry Punch.
"Hiya, Pinkamena." she said happily.
"B-Berry?!" scootaloo asked, confused.
"I FUCKING KILLED YOU!!!" yelled Pinkamena.
Berry Punch grinned and dove passed Pinkamena into the darkness, heading for Fluttershy's cottage. Scootaloo jumped after the mare, biting her leg, hard. Berry screamed and kicked the foal in the face. Scootaloo bit down harder and refused to let go as she broke the skin. Berry started to squirm furiously.
"GET OFF YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!" she yelled.
A knife flew through the air and stuck into the ground next to Berry's head. The mare calmed down and stared at the mare.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Pinkamena.
Scootaloo looked like she was gonna be sick.
"What is this?!" she yelled as green ooze leaked from the bite.
Pinkamena glared at the mare.
"Get back, Scoots. She's a Changeling."
Scootaloo jumped away, spitting the green goo out. "It tastes horrible!"
Pinkamena eyed the knife near the Berry Punch imitation.
"The fuck are you doing here?" she asked. "Did Chrysalis send you?"
The imitation got up and turned into the bloody corpse of Scootaloo's father.
"I've been watching you for a while, Pinkamena Diane Pie."said the Changeling.
"Why is that?"
"The disappearances around here got our queen curious. She gave me the honor of investigating."
Scootaloo dashed forward as if to attack the Changeling, but turned, grabbed the knife, and tossed it to the mare. "Mommy!"
Pinkamena caught the knife and pointed it at the Changeling.
"I'm gonna kill you and send your corpse back to your queen."
The Changeling smiled is it turned into Scootaloo. Pinkamena let out a soft gasp.
The real Scootaloo started to move back to Pinkamena when the Changeling tackled her. As the two went rolling, they landed a bit away from Pinkamena, looking at her.
"Mommy, get her!" they yelled in unison, pointing at each other.
Pinkamena held the knife out, shaking.
"Which one are you, Scoots?!" she yelled.
"It's me! No, it's not! It's me!" the two argued.
Pinkamena began to sweat... then she got an idea.
"SCOOTALOO!!!"
"Yeah, mommy?!" they yelled together.
"What was the name of the foal you killed?" asked the mare.
"Featherweight!" the left Scootaloo yelled first.
Pinkamena scowled and threw the knife at the right one's shoulder.
"Come here, baby! Quick!" yelled Pinkamena.
The filly ran up to Pinkamena and hugged her. "Mommy!"
"Oh, honey." said Pinkamena, hugging her back. "Are you hurt?"
The filly shook her head as the other one got up. Pinkamena watched as red blood dripped from the knife wound.
She let out a soft gasp. "Oh, fuck."
The Scootaloo she was holding laughed. The mare let go and backed up.
"You ponies are so easy to fool." the Changeling laughed as it changed into it's true form.
It let out a screech and tackled Pinkamena to the ground.
"SHIT!!" yelled the mare. She grabbed the Changeling's head to keep it from biting her neck and looked over at Scootaloo. "Please tell me you're okay, baby!"
Scootaloo had just pulled the knife loose and was rushing to her mommy's aid. "I'm fine, mommy!"
The Changeling punched Pinkamena in the face, causing her nose to bleed.
"Fuck!" she yelled.
The Changeling looked over at the approaching filly, grinned, and turned into the mare herself.
"You wouldn't hurt your own mother, would you, sweetie?" the fake Pinkamena cooed.
The filly smiled madly and stabbed the Changeling's chest as hard as she could. "You're not mommy!"
"H-How could you?" the fake mare whimpered. "I... I thought you loved me."
Scootaloo looked over at the other mare. "You made my mommy's nose bleed. She has red on her." The filly eyed the knife and the green leaking out around it. "And you're not mommy." The filly twisted the knife.
"AH... SHIT!!!" yelled the fake mare. She glared into the filly's eyes. "I'll fuckin' kill you, you little bitch!"
She knocked the filly away, pulled the knife out, and then stabbed the mare in the shoulder. The mare yelled in pain as the Changeling drove the knife all the way through into the ground, pinning Pinkamena down. The Changeling then turned to Scootaloo and stumbled towards her.
"When I get my hooves on you..." she grunted, green blood dripping from her wound. "I'm gonna rip you apart."
"Ack" the filly cried, trying to get up.
The fake Pinkamena pressed a hoof down on the filly's throat.
"You are so dead."
Something slimy curled around the Changeling.
"Get the hell off her!" yelled the snake foal as she bit the Changeling, injecting her with poison.
The fake mare let out a grunt as she flashed three different forms before returning back to Pinkamena.
"You... fuck." she grunted, glaring at Ruby.
The snake filly pulled away, getting Scootaloo. She then headed over to Pinkamena.
"Here." said Ruby, as she set the filly down on Pinkamena.
The mare looked up at Ruby. "Thank you." said the mare softly.
Ruby smiled and nodded. She then slithered back to the Changeling, smiling.
"How you feeling?" she asked.
Fake Pinkamena was holding her neck with her hoof and turned to face the snake-like filly, breathing heavily.
"How the fuck do you think?" she asked, taking a step forward before falling into a kneeling position. When she looked up at Ruby, she had the form of Fluttershy. "How dare you hurt me, little filly. I guess you want to be punished."
The filly bolted forward and bit the Changling twice.
"Then my poison won't do jack to you." she cooed, smiling with green blood dripping down her face.
The Changeling changed back into Pinkamena and glared at the filly.
"Damn you." she grunted.
"Not much longer till--"
"AHHH!!! FUUUUUUCK!!!" grunted the fake mare, clutching her stomach in pain.
"There it is. How you feeling, Changie?" the filly teased.
The Changeling was hunched all the way over, moaning.
"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME???!!!!!!!!!!"
"That's my poison for you." the filly cooed, slowly rubbing the fake Pinkamena's mane.
The Changeling let out another yell of pain as her form quickly flashed to Fluttershy, its true form, Scootaloo, Flash Wind, back to Pinkamena, and kept cycling through the different forms before stopping back at Pinkamena.
"FU-U-U-UCK!!!!!!!!" she yelled.
"Aww, what's wrong, Miss Changie?" the filly cooed inocently, still stroking the fake's mane.
Meanwhile, Scootaloo was finally able to get the knife loose from Pinkamena's shoulder. The real mare grunted as the knife came loose.
"Thanks, honey." she said, then looked over at the Changeling.
Its form began changing rapidly again and then stopped at Pinkamena.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!IT FUCKING HURTS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" yelled the Changeling.
"Awwww, don't worry. In about 30 minutes you'll lose all feeling for a day and become paralyzed." the filly cooed into the Changeling's ear.
The Changeling shot up and grabbed the filly's neck in attempt to choke her to death, but let out a cry of pain and instantly fell back down. She landed on her side and let out a whimper.
The filly slowly wrapped her tail arond the Changeling and put her mouth on the fake's neck.
"We wouldn't want to be trying that again or I may bite you again."
The Changeling stared into Ruby's eyes. She suddenly winced in pain as a tear fell from her eye.
Ruby smiled. "See? That's a good Miss Change."
The Changeling began breathing heavily and rapidly.
"You know, if Pinkamena lets me, I may keep you." The filly smiled an unholy smile. "Wouldn't you like that?"
"Fuck you." the Changeling grunted between heavy breaths. She winced again and another tear fell from her eye.
The filly sighed and bit down, injecting more poison.
"Will you be a good girl now?" she asked.
The Changeling let out a loud cry of pain as the real Pinkamena slowly stood up, making sure to keep off her injured leg.
"IT REALLY FUCKING... HURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR-R-R-RTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" cried the Changeling. "MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Will you be an obediant little pet?"
The Changeling began sobbing as the pain increased. "Y... YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! FINE!!!! JUST MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The filly lifted her head and bit the Changeling's chest three times, knocking it out cold.
"There you go, sweetums." she cooed, looking up at the pink mare. "You okay, Aunty? Scootaloo?"
"I-I'm okay." the orange filly wheezed.
"Apart from my right leg, I'm just peachy." said Pinkamena.
The mare glared at the unconscious Changeling and let out a low growl loud enough to be heard by Ruby.
"Aunty? Can I keep her? I'll let you play with her whenever you want." the filly pleaded.
Pinkamena picked up the knife and limped over to Ruby. She looked down at the Changeling and then back at Ruby.
"Fine." she finally said, eyes narrowed. "But keep her out of trouble... or I'll personally deal with her. Do we have a deal?"
The filly hugged Pinkamena. "Oh, yes. I'll keep her in line. My poison doesn't leave her system so I'll just put her back in pain when she misbehaves!" the filly promised.
Pinkamena nodded. "Come on, Scoots. We're going home."
The mare walked passed Ruby and limped towards Sugarcube Corner.
Scootaloo hugged Ruby. "Th-Thank you for saving me."
Pinkamena stopped and looked over her shoulder at the two fillies.
Ruby teared up. "Hey, you're like a sister now."
Then Scootaloo rejoined Pinkamena and the two began walking back home.
"Here, mommy." said the filly. "Let me help."
Scootaloo leaned on Pinkamena's bad leg in an attempt to help support it. Pinkamena winced and pulled her leg back.
"That's not helping." she said calmly.
"S-Sorry, mommy." the filly said, her ears pined back.
"Well, you tried." Pinkamena glanced over her shoulder, glaring at the Changeling. "I should've killed it."
"I-I don't think Ruby's done 'training' it." said Scootaloo.
Pinkamena winced as pain shot through her body. She lifted her injured hoof again and continued walking.
CAST Pinkamena / Derpy + Twilight (only when Scootaloo's around) --- Pinkamena666 Scootaloo / Derpy + Twilight (only when Scootaloo's not around) --- NightSoul
Derpy opened the door of Sugarcube Corner and entered.
"Pinkie?" she called. "You here?!"
Pinkamena let out a groan and stopped moving.
"Let's stop for a minute." she said, sitting down against a nearby building.
Scootaloo stepped in front of the pink mare. "D-Do you need me to get anything, mommy?"
"No." said the mare. "I just need to take a break from walking."
"O-Okay."
Derpy walked around the first floor of Sugarcube Corner. "Pinkie! Scootaloo!"
Scootaloo lay in front of Pinkamena, idly humming.
Pinkamena winced slightly from her shoulder.
"I wonder what Ruby's doing with that Changeling right now..." Pinkamena thought aloud.
Scootaloo smiled slightly. "Probably 'training' it to be a good pet."
"Yeah. Probably."
Derpy stood at the basement door. It had been accidentally left unlocked.
"What's down here?" she thought aloud.
The mare began making her way down to the basement.
"We should be getting back." said Pinkamena, getting back up. She let out a grunt when she put pressure on her hurt leg.
Scootaloo followed Pinkamena with worry for her hurt mommy.
Derpy walked down the hallway in the basement.
"Hello?!" she called again. She noticed a light flickering down a side hallway. "Pinkie?"
She began trotting towards it.
"I wonder who we're gonna pick next." said Pinkamena.
The filly just shrugged. "Don't know. But I'm sure they will be surprised."
"I'm sure they will, too."
Derpy arrived at the end of the hallway, stopping in front of a metal door. She pushed it open and stuck her head in.
"Pinkie? Are you i--"
She stopped when she saw what was inside.
Pinkamena winced again.
"I really need something for the wound." said Pinkamena. "Can't wait till we get back."
"Don't make it worse, mommy."
"Oh, I'm tryin', sweetie."
Derpy let out a high-pitched screaml and ran back down the hall, making her way back to the stairs.
Pinkamena and Scootaloo finally got back to Sugarcube Corner.
"About damn time." said the mare, approaching the building.
Scootaloo looked at the door which was open and gasped. She looked up at her mommy. "Y-You don't think somepony went in do you?"
"What?" asked Pinkamena, suddenly noticing the door. She pulled out her knife. "Find someplace to hide."
The mare entered the building, looking around.
Scootaloo quickly trotted over to the counter and hid behind it. Pinkamena trotted towards the basement. Suddenly Derpy came rushing out of the basement and ran right into the pink mare.
"Pinkie?" she asked. "What's going on? There's tons of bodies down there!"
"I know."
Derpy noticed the knife the mare had. "What's with the kn--"
Pinkamena grabbed Derpy and slammed her into the wall, holding her in place.
"Why couldn't you just stay away?" she asked. "Huh?!"
Scootaloo stepped out of her hiding spot. "You should have stayed away Derpy..." she said, tearing up a little.
Derpy looked over at Scootaloo. "What's going on?"
Pinkamena held her foreleg horizontal and pressed it against Derpy's neck.
"See, Derpy... now I have to kill you."
"P-Please..." choked Derpy.
"M-Mommy... I-I don't want to watch. Is that okay?" the filly asked, looking away and trying not to cry.
"Oh, what's wrong?" asked Pinkamena. "This is the fun part."
"I-I know. It's just... that it's h-her." The filly couldn't bring herself to say the grey mare's name.
"You still don't want me to kill her, do you?"
The filly shook her head.
"Please let me go." whimpered Derpy.
"SHUT UP!!!" yelled the mare. Scootaloo flinched slightly at the mare's outburst. "FIRST, I'LL KILL YOU AND THEN THAT LITTLE BITCH, SWEETIE BELLE!!!"
"N-NO! PLEASE, NOT SWEETIE!!!" Scootaloo cried out.
"You see, Derp?" said Pinkamena, eying Scootaloo. "She doesn't care about you. Only Sweetie Belle."
Scootaloo looked at the floor in shame.
"S-Scootaloo?" asked Derpy, crying.
"P-Please, mommy. M-Maybe if she promises not to tell--"
"WE HAD A DEAL!!! You said it yourself, Scoots. You'd be happy with Sweetie as a pet... and Derpy dead."
"Scoots?" asked Derpy. "I-Is that true?" Scootaloo didn't answer, looking away. Derpy looked back at Pinkamena, shaking. "Please, don't--" pleaded Derpy.
"I SAID SHUT UP!!!" she yelled, throwing Derpy to the floor, right next to Scootaloo. Scootaloo yelped and jumped back a little. "Any last words you'd like to say to Derpy, Scootaloo?" asked the mare.
The filly looked down at the grey mare. "I'm sorry..."
Derpy closed her eyes and cried. Pinkamena raised the knife.
"Time to die, Derp." Before she could react, Derpy kicked her injured leg, hard. "SHIT!!! FUCK!!!"
Derpy started to crawl away. The pink amre tried her best to ignore the pain and leaped on top of the mare. Derpy let out a yell as Pinkamena flipped her onto her back and raised the knife.
"TIME TO FUCKING DIE, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!" Just then the front door burst open. Pinkamena looked over at it. "WHAT THE FUCK?!!!"
Twilight dove in and fired a bolt at Pinkamena, knocking her off Derpy. The pegasus scrambled to her hooves and ran passed Twilight.
"GET HER, SCOOTS!!!"
Scootaloo dashed forward and bit down on Twilight's right foreleg, breaking the skin.
Twilight let out a yell and fell to the floor.
"Scootaloo?!" yelled Twilight.
Pinkamena threw her knife at Twilight's foreleg, causing her to scream in pain.
"Try concentrating on your magic with a knife in your leg, Twi." said Pinkamena, getting up and trotting over. "Now, go get Derpy, Scootaloo. And if you get to her before she tells Sweetie Belle... I may let her live."
Scootaloo dashed out after the grey mare.
Twilight looked up at Pinkamena. "Wh-What're you gonna do?"
Pinkamena grinned. "Nighty-night, Twilight."
The mare kicked Twilight in the head, knocking her out.
Twilight opened her eyes to find herself tied to a chair with a magic surpresser ring on her horn. Derpy was out cold a few feet away. Scootaloo was next to her. Pinkamena sat in a chair on the other side of Derpy.
"Look who finally decided to awake."
Scootaloo didn't look over but just slowly stroked the grey mare's mane.
"What're you gonna do to me?" asked Twilight.
"I'm still thinking." Pinkamena replied.
Scootaloo looked up at the purple mare. "H-Hey, Twilight..."
"What do you think you're doing?" asked the unicorn. "You're just a foal."
"I'll do wh-whatever mommy needs me to do."
"Mommy?" asked Twilight.
The filly looked over at Pinkamena.
"When did this happen?"
"Like a day or two ago." said Pinkamena. "Officially."
Derpy let out a groan. Scootaloo turned back to the grey mare.
"Wh... Wh..." muttered the mare.
Scootaloo stroked Derpy's mane and looked back at Pinkamena. "M-mommy? Do you h-have to kill her?"
Pinkamena looked down at her. "Do you promise to keep an eye on her?"
"Y-yes, mommy. I'll watch her and keep her out of trouble..."
"Then she's your responsibility." said the mare.
"Th-thank you, mommy!"
Derpy opened her eyes half-way. "What... Wh..."
"Let me go!" yelled Twilight.
"Hush, Twilight. Can't you see I'm talking with my daughter and her new pet?"
Derpy coughed and looked up at Scootaloo.
"Y-you hear that, Derpy? I-If you're good, mommy won't have to kill you. P-please be good, okay?"
"Be... good?" asked Derpy.
Scootaloo placed her head on Derpy's chest. "P-please don't try to run away... I don't want to see you die."
Derpy looked at the foal, realizing how much she cared. "I... won't."
The filly hugged tighter. "Th-thank you."
Pinkamena looked over at Twilight. "As for you, my dear... I have something special planned."
"L-Like what?"
"I'm gonna make you like me."
"I'll never like you. Not after this."
Pinkamena let out a groan. "I meant make you enjoy enjoy killing... you know... like me."
"Oh." said Twilight.
Scootaloo actually snickered at Twilight.
"What do you plan to do to me?" asked the unicorn.
"How's about I lock you in a room filled with dead bodies for a week?" asked the mare.
Twilight went wide-eyed.
"That should be enough to drive you insane."
Derpy let out a groan and attempted to stand. Pinkamena gently put a hoof on her back and held her down. "Stay down, Derpy."
Scootaloo pressed on the grey mare. "Do as she says, Derpy."
Derpy looked at Pinkamena and then at Scootaloo, laying back down. The filly let out a breath of relief. Pinkamena removed her hoof and got up, heading over to Twilight.
"Ready for your... initiation?" she asked with a chuckle.
"No. Please, don't!" pleaded Twilight.
"Shut up." said the mare, punching Twilight in the face, dazing her. She untied Twilight from the chair and began dragging her away. "Have fun with your new pet until I get back." the mare called, before disappearing down a hallway.
Scootaloo looked at Derpy. "S-so you come here often?"
"Like... just to eat?"
The filly rubbed the back of her neck. "Oh, yeah..."
"Yeah. I... love coming here. Or at least, I... used to."
"D-don't be like that." the filly pleaded. "This was the only way to save your life."
"I'm afraid, Scoots." said Derpy closing her eyes tightly. "I just wish this was all a bad dream." She hung her head and sobbed. "Wake up..."
"P-please don't feel sad... M-maybe we can get you something to cheer you up. Cupcakes... or donuts... mmmuffins?"
Derpy sniffed and opened her eyes halfway. "M... Muffins?"
"Y-ya. I can get you some... if... ya know... you want some."
Derpy let out a sigh. "No, thanks."
"Umm... okay." The filly looked down, unsure what to say or do.
"How can you stay with her?" asked Derpy softly.
"What do you mean?"
"Knowing what she is and what she does... how can you be so calm?"
"Because she's my mommy... now."
"And what am I?"
"T-to me, you're my friend... To her, I-I'm not sure."
Pinkamena emerged from the hallway and trotted towards the foal and mare.
"That takes care of that." she said, turning her chair to face the two fillies. She then sat down. "And in seven days we should have a new friend."
"Yay!" Scootaloo lightly cheared.
"Scootaloo..." said Pinkamena. "I wanna speak with Derpy for a bit."
"O-oh... Okay. I'll just be in the kitchen... getting food." The filly trotted off, leaveing the now fearful grey mare alone with Pinkamena.
"So... Derpy." said the mare. "How are you?"
"I-I'm f-f-f-fine." she stammered out.
"I want you to know that if it wasn't for Scootaloo, you'd be dead right now."
Derpy flinched away, whimpering.
Pinkamena leaned forward and exhaled deeply. "I don't know why she defends you. Or Sweetie Belle. Frankly, you're all shit to me."
"Wh-why is she different?"
"I always wanted a daughter, and... Scootaloo was always my favorite."
"O-oh... S-so what are you gonna do t-to me? Wh-what am I to you now?" she asked.
"To me... you're just the house pet." said Pinkamena coldly.
Derpy took a step away from the pink mare
"But there's always the slight possibility that if you behave... I may begin to like you."
"L-like me?" Derpy asked.
"Yes. Like a member of the family."
"A-as your pet... right?"
Pinkamena grinned and got up from her chair, heading towards Derpy.
The grey mare backed into a wall. "Wh-what are you doing?"
Pinkamena stopped in front of Derpy.
"Derpy... You're lucky to still be alive. Now, I was kind of enough to let you live. The least you could... IS BE MY PET!!!"
Derpy flinched and covered her face. "D-don't hurt me. I'll do anything!"
Pinkamena leaned in close, placing a hoof on the wall next to Derpy's head.
"Anything?"
"I-I..." the mare hesitated.
Pinkamena grinned. "Don't worry, Derpy. I'm not gonna hurt you right now."
"Y-you're not?"
"No. Unless you piss me off." The mare hesitated. "You're not gonna piss me off, are you?"
"N-No!"
"Good." Pinkamena took a step back. "I think you'll do just fine here."
Derpy looked down at the floor.
Pinkamena held out her forelegs. "Want a hug, Derpy?"
"U-um... Okay?"
She held out her forelegs to the pink mare.
Pinkamena leaned forward and hugged the mare. "See? I can be nice when I wanna be."
Derpy smiled slightly. "Y-ya. I guess you can."
Pinkamena rubbed Derpy's back. "All you gotta do is listen and you won't be harmed."
The grey mare sighed, wrapping her own hooves around Pinkamena.
Pinkamena slid her hoof down to Derpy's hip. "That's a good girl."
"U-um, Pinkie... What are you doing?" Derpy asked, unsurely.
"Whatever do you mean, Derpy?" asked Pinkamena, moving her other hoof to Derpy's right wing.
"Aaaahhhh-- Um... Pinkie? Y-you touched my wing. Th-that's a no-no thing." the grey mare murmured.
"No no?" asked Pinkamena, gently rubbing Derpy's wing and hip.
"Ahaaahhhh... Yes, it's..." She looked away, red-faced. "dirty."
Pinkamena moved her right hoof from Derpy's hip to her flank. "How's this for dirty?"
"Eep! Uh... p-please s-stop?"
"Stop?" asked the mare. "But, I'm just getting started."
She pulled Derpy closer and licked her neck.
"N-no m-m-means no!" she whimpered.
Pinkamena shoved Derpy against the wall and held her there.
"What was that?" asked the mare.
"N-n-n-no m-means--"
Pinkamena slapped her hard across the face.
"No means what?"
Derpy teared up. "D-Don't hurt me..."
Pinkamena smiled, leaned in, and began gently kissing Derpy's neck. "Then... obey." she said between kisses.
"Wh-What do you want?" the mare whimpered.
"Isn't it obvious?" asked Pinkamena. She began rubbing Derpy's chest.
Derpy started to breathe hard as her eyes got wider. "P-Please don't do this."
"You'll learn to like it, Derpy." said the mare, pulling away and looking Derpy in the eyes.
She then leaned in and kissed Derpy gently on the lips. Derpy tried her best to pull away but couldn't.
"Mmmmmmm!" she screamed into Pinkamena's mouth.
Pinkamena moved her hoof downwards between the mare's legs. Derpy started crying as she kept still. Pinkamena stuck her tongue into Derpy's mouth as she watched the mare's reactions. The grey mare whimpered as she tried to push the pink mare's tongue out of her mouth. Pinkamena pulled back, still rubbing between Derpy's legs.
"What's wrong?" she asked, rubbing faster.
"I-I don't... w-want this..." she panted as her wings started to flex out in arousel.
Pinkamena placed a hoof on the mare's cheek.
"You don't want this?"
"N-No-- Aaaah!" The mare started panting, her wings getting very hard.
The pink mare moved her free hoof to Derpy's stiff wing and rubbed, making the pegasus moan from pleasure. Pinkamena started kissing Derpy on the cheek. The grey mare finally lost control and kissed Pinkamena on the lips, trying to force her tongue in the pink mare's mouth. Pinkamena kissed back as she continued rubbing between the mare's legs. Derpy slowly started to move her own hoof to Pinkamena's legs.
"That's it, Derpy." said Pinkamena. "Give me your body." she hugged Derpy tightly as she began wiggling her tongue in the mare's mouth.
Derpy did nothing but moan and press harder into the pink mare's flower.
Pinkamena let out a moan, too. "Right there, Derpy. Right there."
Derpy slowly pushed the pink mare as she started to lick down Pinkamena's body.
"Now, you're getting the hang of it." said the pink mare.
Derpy slowly got lower and lower until her mouth replaced her hoof. Pinkamena placed her hooves on the back of Derpy's head.
"Oh, yeah." she moaned. "That's it..."
Derpy kept licking as she pushed further in. Pinkamena let out a yell of pleasure.
"Holy shit!" she yelled. "Damn!"
Derpy didn't let up in the slightest as she wrapped her wings around Pinkamena. The pink mare pulled on Derpy's head, driving her muzzle deeper inside.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Derpy moaned as she kept going.
"Don't stop!" moaned Pinkamena.
She let out a yell of pleasure and continued moaning. Derpy did as she was told.
"I'm almost there, Derp. Keep it up!" More moaning ensues.
Suddenly Derpy's face was covered in Pinkamena's liquid. The mare fell backwards, exhausted.
"Holy... shit." said the mare between breaths.
The two mares heard the sound of something hitting the floor. They looked and saw Scootaloo, red-faced, slack-jawed, and with a half-eaten sandwich laying at her hooves.
Pinkamena looked over at the filly. "Hey, Scootaloo."
"What did I just wach?"
"Me and Derpy having sex. Why?"
The filly's face lit up as she scuffed the ground, speechless.
Derpy looked away as Pinkamena stood up. "Something the matter, Scoots?"
"Y-You didn't hurt her, did you?" the filly asked suddenly.
"Of course not." said Pinkamena. "We were having fun."
"O-Okay... I'm g-gonna go back into the kichen..."
"No need to be shy, Scootaloo." said the pink mare.
The filly had already left for the kitchen as Derpy looked back at the floor.
Pinkamena looked back at Derpy. "Whatcha staring at, Derp?"
"Th-The floor..."
"What about it?"
"Uh... H-How clean it is?" the mare answered.
"Well, that's boring. I'm way more interesting."
Derpy looked up at the pink mare. "U-Um... Yes, you are..." she said, almost smiling.
"So... What to do now..." said the mare, thinking aloud.
"S-See Twilight?" the grey mare asked, hoping she was still alive.
Pinkamena smiled. "All right." She began walking passed Derpy. "Follow me."
Derpy followed right behind the pink mare, relieved to know Twilight was, in fact, alive. Pinkamena led Derpy down the side hallway to the room the pegasus had discovered earlier.
"I-I know this room..." Derpy said aloud, looking slightly sick.
"The room with all the dead bodies?" asked the mare.
"Y-Yes"
They arrived at the doorand Pinkamena opened it. Twilight was up against the back wall. She looked up at the two mares.
"Let me outta here!" she yelled.
Pinkamena grinned and entered the room. "What's the matter, Twilight?"
"GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!" the unicorn yelled, tears in her eyes.
Derpy whimpered and looked away, not wanting to see the bodies.
"Oh, but Twilight..." said Pinkamena. "you can't leave. It's only been a few minutes."
"YOU BITCH!" yelled Twilight, rushing the mare.
When she was close enough, Pinkamena kicked her in the chest and knocking her down.
"Nice try, Twi." said Pinkamena.
Derpy looked down at the unicorn with sad eyes. Twilight coughed and looked up at the mare.
"Just let m--"
"You go?" asked Pinkamena. "Why do ponies think I'll let them go if they ask? This bitch behind me tried the same thing."
Derpy whimpered.
Twilight looked at the grey mare. "Wh-what did you do to Derpy?" she demanded.
"Why do you ask?" asked Pinkamena.
"She's innocent! Leave her alone!"
"And what do I care about innocence?" asked Pinkamena. "Featherweight never hurt anypony."
"Who's Featherweight?"
"He's a foal that works for the school paper." She paused. "Well... worked for the school paper."
"YOU KILLED A FOAL?!!" Twilight screamed at the pink mare.
"No, Scootaloo did."
"You... You made her, didn't you?! You forced her?!"
"No, silly. I sat back and watched."
"Oh, really? And why did Scootaloo kill him?!" she challanged.
Pinkamena was about to answer, but stopped. "I promised her I wouldn't say."
"You're lying. You don't have an answer, do you?"
"Let's just say Featherweight was blackmailing her."
"Oh, really?" Twilight said, finally getting up.
"Yes. But I shouldn't get into specifics. Scoots asked me not to."
"I'm sure." said Twilight sarcastically. She then charged forward.
Pinkamena kicked her in the chest again and turned around.
"Come on, Derp. We're leaving." She made her way to the doorway.
Twilight feebly stood up and got ready to charge again as Derpy followed Pinkamena.
"YOU WONT GET AWAY WITH THIS!" Twilight yelled, charging.
Pinkamena turned around and put a hoof on the door.
"I already did." she said.
The mare slammed the door shut in Twilight's face.
