'Cupcakes' and Muffins

Derpy's senses slowly returned to her as she pulled her mind out of a groggy, drug induced sleep. She was in a dark rook and couldn't move. A horrid smell permeated the air.The last thing she remembered was eating some muffins that Pinky Pie had made for her. Well, actually she had eaten quite a few of them.

"You're awake already? Wow! I haven't even had time to really get ready. Oh well, I guess we can just wing it. It'll be fun!" Pinky Pie stepped out from the shadows, her normally poofy hair hanging down flatly and limp over half of her face. A crazed smile stretched across her jaw.

The grey pegasus looked back at her with crossed eyes "Oh, hi Pinky! Are we gonna play a game!?" She said sounding genuinely exited.

"Yes! well I guess its a game maybe more like a role play I don't know.Oh but its going to be a lot of fun." She open a drawer and pulled out a few tools, a scalpel, a large butcher knife, a hacksaw....

Derpy smiled "Oh boy! I like games."

Pinky took the scalpel and turned to Derpy "Well your gonna Looove this one!" The pink earth pony ran her hoof down Derpys chest and belly, making the grey mail mare giggle.

"So Pinky Pie. How do we play?" Her Derped eyes grazing around randomly

Pinky smiled "Well this game can get just an intsy bit messy, and we don't want to get blood all over your cutie mark." The pink pony clicked on the light revealing a grizzly scene. Pools of blood, skulls and bones with chunks of rotting flesh still clinging to them. The remains of Pinky's past victims slowly being eaten away by ants and bacteria.

Derpy nodded "Oh you're right Pinky this DOES look like a messy game. Do you thi-" She stopped talking when the pink earth pony stabbed the small, razor sharp blade into her flank. Slowly silent tears leaked down from her yellow eyes.

Pinky Pie, as she had done so many times before, began to slice though the skin around the cutie mark. She reached for her falay knife but something seemed...off. There was something missing. She looked up at the grey pegasus and wondered *Why isn't she screeming?*

Derpy's head was hanging down and a single tear fell onto the cold stone floor. She looked up at Pinky, Her normally derped eyes staring intently into her tormentor's "Pinky? Why?...Why did you stop?" An uncharacteristic dark smile formed over her blank expression "More, please. I really like this game, but its so hard to find other ponies to play with. Please play with me some more."

Using the falay knife Pinky peeled the bubble cutie mark off of Derpy who was panting deeply. She tossed a hoof full of salt at the wound to prevent infection from killing her victim too soon.

"More more!" begged the grey pony.

Pinky, now slightly annoyed, withdrew a glowing red nail from the basement furnace. She steadied the nail, as per usual, at her victims hoof.

"NO!" Derpy snapped. "My hind legs...more nerves, more blood vessels."

Pinky's eyes twitched but she obeyed, hammering a nail into each of Derpy's thighs, causing the restrained pony to hiss in pleasure. She latched the jumper cables onto the thick, dull nails, just as she had done to Rainbow Dash and so many others. Holding the switch she looked at her captive who was smiling with glee.

"Do it!" She begged

The evil pink pony cranked the voltage up to high and thew the switch, lighting up Derpy like a Christmas tree. "AAAAHHHHHHH..."She growled "YES! OH SWEET LUNA YEEEESSS!! IT HURTS SOOOOO GOOD!" after several seconds Pinky shut off the power and the grey pegasus hung limp.

"Oh is it over already?" She took her syringe, filled with the same powerful stimulant she had used on Rainbow Dash to keep her awake, but as she was about to use it on Derpy, the grey pony suddenly woke up.

"No, don't use that." She panted "I don't...I don't need it." She wriggled her haunch as best she could against her restraints. She was now visibly...wet. The juices of her excitement dripping onto the floor making a puddle the mixed with her own spilled blood. "Just...keep going" She pleaded.

Pinky Pie laughed "Your the most fun I've ever had! Most ponies would have fainted or thrown up by now." The earth pony licked up a tongue full of the mail mare's juices. "And I can tell YOUR having fun, too." She took a large steak knife. "Its too bad that I have a very big order of cupcakes placed for tomorrow...and I simply can't make them all without more of my secret ingredient." She lifted her hoof to cut Derpy open but stopped just short. When would she get a chance to have this much fun again!? She plunged the knife in Derpy's shoulder instead.

Tears well up in the grey pony's derpped eyes, but not of pain or sorrow...no. These were tears of pure happiness. "I love you, Pinky." She cooed

The pink pony was getting exited herself now, and pressed her body against Derpy's. Both mares haunches pressed tightly together, a sticky, glistening mess. Derpy reached her head forward to meet Pinky in a deep, long kiss. The was the last thing Pinky Pie remembered before falling asleep.

**--------------------**

Pinky awoke with a shock to find that...somehow...SHE was now bolted to the upright slab. She could still see tufts of Derpy's grey fur stuck in the iron cuffs. What the hell was going on!?

Derpy trotted down the stairs, into the cellar with her mail bag strapped on her back.

"Derpy!? What the...h-how did you!?" She watched Derpy set her bag down.

"Don't worry, Pinky. I didn't tell anyone, honest. I just went home to get some of my toys!" Derpy took the 'toys' out of her bag one by one: A cat o'nine tails whip, a cattle prod, a..branding iron!? and finally a ball gag and thin metal shock collar. "I was having so much fun last night...and I thought it would be selfish of me to hog all the fun for myself, so I decided YOU should have some fun too!"

"Derpy, you get me down from here this INSTANT!" Her chest heaving up and down out of both anger and fear.

The grey pegasus shoved her branding iron in Pinky's furnace amongst all her dull nails. Derpy turned to her, ignoring the pink mare's demands "The safety word is 'muffin'." she said before readying the branding iron. A mischievous, evil look glazed over the mail mares normally blank expression.

Pinky Pie wailed in pain as the glowing red iron pressed into her belly, the smell of her own burning flesh and an unbearable, overwhelming pain flooding her senses...