Zebra Cakes

Chapter three

Pinkie pie opened the door to the basement of Sugarcube Corner. The dim lighting made safely walking down the stone stairs a daunting task. Once she had made it down the stairs she looked for the light switch. Zecora flinched as the light from the two huge flood lamps hanging from the sealing. The leather straps stressed as she pulled at them to shield her eyes. The ball gag tasted like it had not been washed from the last time it used to pacify the last unsuspecting victim.

Pinkie pie walked over to the table that had all of her tools. “So Zecora some pony was asking about you today. Asked if I had seen you last night and I obviously said no.” Pinkie said with a broken smile hanging on her face like shattered pieces of glass. She picked up a small scalpel and looked at her own reflection like an old friend. ”What do you want start with first my dear friend, Zecora,”? Pinkie Pie said holding up the scalpel for Zecora to see. Fear shredded Zecora’s insides. She let out a muffled groan through the gag in her mouth as she began to cry. Pinkie Pie cocked her head put the knife in her mouth then walked over to other side of the operating table. ”Why are you crying” she got on the top of the table and Zecora. Cupping Zecora’s head in her hooves Zecora pulled way but Pinkie forced even harder to make Zecora look at her. “Hey, don’t cry I’m going to make the pain go away I’ll make it all better.” Pinkie Mumbled with the scalpel still in her mouth.

Zecora looked deep into Pinkie pie’s eyes tears clouding her vision. Pinkie made shushing noises as if to comfort Zecora. But inside it was to comfort herself. To quell the raging chaos and the screaming voices in her head. Pinkie got down off the steel table trotted over to the aft end of the operating table where Zecora's flank and examined her cutie mark putting down the scalpel. “Wooo, that’s a good one I think it’s worthy to add to my collection, wana see it”? Pinkie pie reached for a tasseled gold rope that Zecora swore had not been there before but she wasn’t sure if she never really noticed, but to be honest with herself she wasn’t sure about anything anymore. Pinkie pulled down hard and two red curtains pulled away to reveal a glass display case with light filtering up through the bottom. In it was a collage of colors it made Zecora through-up in her mouth and gag. Several cutie marks sat plastered to the wall behind the thin sheet of glass. Under the display was another rectangular glass case setting on a wood end table inside it was horns of her unicorn victims accompanied by an array of colorful pairs of wings of the pegasi that fell beneath Pinkie’s blade.

“Yeah, I know it’s a work in progress and yours will be a great addition to my collection.” she said looking at it than at Zecora than back at the display. “I like it, don’t you?” Pinkie waited for a moment as if she expected answer. “Ok well we’ve dilly-dallied enough let’s get down to the bizz.” Pinkie Pie picked up the scalpel made last minute calculation than began to cut Zecora’s flank all the way round the whole the thing. Crimson red blood oozed from the cut Pinkie pie inflicted. Zecora screamed in pain but they were muffled by the ball gag in her mouth. “Just one more cut here” Pinkie said smiling while peeling away the flesh embroidered with Zecora’s cutie mark. “Now For the other side.”

Zecora looked on in horror as Pinkie Pie wiggled the piece skin in front of her face like a piece of rubber. Zecora let out muffled screams and wines. “Why are you crying again aren’t you happy that you get to spend your last moments with a friend”.

Pinkie walked over to the other side and slapped the skin slab on a wheeled cart. Zecora’s left thigh burned in pain she could feel blood seeping and gushing out of the large wound. Her vision started to blur            as tears formed in her eyes and began to flow down her cheeks. The tears pooled on the operation table under her head, she could flee the cool touch of her pooled tears. What the hell is this crazy batch’s problem? She’s fucked up! Thoughts of despair filed Zecora’s head. I’ll never going to get out of here I’m going to die here. Zecora started to cry even harder as these thoughts entered her head and mixed with the growing pain.

Pinkie dipped a rag in a peroxide bottle and walked over to Zecora’s left thigh where the huge gash was left. “Okay Zecora this is going to sting just a little.” Pinkie thought for few seconds with a crooked smile on her face. ”Okay I lied it’s going to sting a lot” Pinkie Pie giggled and started to push the rag down hard on the wound. Zecora winced continuing to cry. “This is to sterilize the wound so that your time here isn’t cut short”. Pinkie pulled the bloody rag away then continued on talking. ”It would be a shame if you were to miss out on all the fun if you went and clocked out too soon.” Pinkie went over to the table where she got the rag and scalpel. “Time for the next one” she giggled. Pinkie pressed the blood covered blade into Zecora’s right flank more fresh blood oozed out of the cut but Pinkie didn’t care. Why should she. She isn’t it isn’t the one being cut into pieces would. Zecora on other hand seemed to be in horrible agony flinching, wincing, and pitching all over. It made it hard for Pinkie Pie to keep the incisions clean and straight

The thought that Zecora just might escape was a funny thing to think of. It made her smile because she knew it would never happen.

Zecora gritted her teeth she swore that one of them cracked or even broke but Zecora was too consumed in her pain to care. The scalpel’s blade sliced into her flesh as if was butter. Zecora let out a blood curdling scream she pulled at the straps and threshed around trying to get away from the torment and slow torture. “Wow, you got a lot of fight but I’ve seen, better.” Pinkie continued cutting. Zecora sharply inhaled than exhaled just as sharp. Her heart pumped hard pushing more blood through her vanes and out the incisions Pinkie was still making on her flank.

“Ya know I wonder what you taste like just out of curiosity and so I know whether you would be good for cupcakes or just regular cake”. With that said Pinkie bent down poked at Zecora’s right side then licked it. Zecora could feel Pinkie Pie’s warm tongue brush against her. What happened next surprised the both of them. Pinkie bit down hard on Zecora. Blood flooded into her mouth as she tore off a chunk of Zecora’s flesh and muscle. Zecora screamed loud the drugs and adrenalin did nothing to dull the pain that spiked into her. Her vision blurred and narrowed the she passed out again.

When Zecora came to her head felt as if it were being cut in half, all though with all that she had previously been through she wouldn’t be surprised. Maybe horrified, but not surprised. She couldn’t see Pinkie Pie anywhere in the room. A rush of relief washed over Zecora’s battered mind. a moment even if for a split second without pain was a miracle. But miracles don’t last long. Zecora looked down where Pinkie Pie bit a huge chunk out of her and saw that it was still unclean. Suddenly the door at the top of the stairs burst open and slammed into the brick wall. “I’m baaaaack!” Pinkie yelled she was holding two full saddlebags on her back. “After you passed out last night I decided that you’re good for cakes and cupcakes”. Pinkie trotted down. “Isn’t that great?” Pinkie Pie let a broad toothy smile slip across her face. Zecora groaned hard. “It’s a shame I gotta leave that ball-gag in your mouth, I really wana know how you feel about this great news ah-well I’ll bet you’re as happy as me.” Pinkie Pie took a short breath while she rummaged through one of her saddlebags. Zecora took the chance took to glance at her bindings again. Pinkie popped back up from the floor.

Zecora’s eyes widened in shocking fear as Pinkie pulled up a large injection needle.” I got this from the doctor’s office slipped it right out from under their nose! it’s for you, after you passed out I thought that with this you won’t feel a thing”. She brought it closer to Zecora’s left side. ”This might hurt” Pinkie jammed the needle into Zecora and injected the morphine drug into the bloodied up zebra. There was a small pinch, and then it was gone. “Is it working yet”? Pinkie poked at Zecora’s raw flank. Zecora flinched reflexively but couldn’t feel a thing. “I guess so, well time ta get started”! Pinkie Pie picked up the same old blood stained scalpel off of the steel table. “Hay Zecora remember the cutie-marks I cut off you”? Tears formed in Zecora’s eyes as the memory’s entered her head.” Well I got them added to my collection”.

Pinkie made two cuts one at the top of Zecora’s crotch and another under her collarbone. Some more blood leaked out of the incisions but Zecora couldn’t feel anything from the neck down. Pinkie Pie then made long cut from the top one down to the one above Zecora’s crotch. She peeled away the skin and mescals to reveal the guts and intestines that were inside. Zecora watched helplessly as Pinkie started to dissect her alive. “Ooooo I wonder what would happen if I pulled this out” Pinkie said as she tore out some bean shaped organ. Pinkie then tossed it on to the table.

More tears welled up In Zecora’s eyes and began to stream down her face. Pinkie Pie picked up a large knife from somewhere out of Zecora’s view. Pinkie pulled out the lower intestine so that Zecora could watch as she cut one end then the next end.  “Look Zecora I got a new necklace, you like”? Pinkie Pie rapped the lower intestine round her neck. All Zecora could do was watch on in horror as Pinkie pie gutted her alive. “Oh Zecora I hope you know that I just love that we were able to spend your last moments together, you know cause we’re friends in all”. Pinkie smiled and plunged back into her “endeavor”. Ripping and tarring, cutting and slicing. Zecora was feeling extremely light headed, her vision narrowed into a small blurry tunnel. “OOOO Zecora your heart is still pumping blood! Good bye, tell Rainbow Dash I said hi”! With that Pinkie grasped Zecora’s heart and gave one strong yank.

Zecora body went limp and her jaw slacked while her eyes widen. Pinkie bent down over the dead zebra’s mouth to confirm what she already knew. Zecora had passed on.