The air was warm, the sun was shining, and every pony in Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded and busy ponies filled the streets. All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere specific to be. All except Pinkie her place was in the air. She tore freely through the air, speeding one way and the next, buzzing the tree tops and racing the wind. The Pink Earth Pony landed over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children, then Jumped several feet and dove, streaking downward as fast as she could. Seconds before hitting the ground, she slowed and landed gracefully and she Jumped back up again. Pinkie felt alive.
Suddenly, Pinkie remembered that she had somewhere to be; she was supposed to meet with RainbowDash in five minutes. Pinkie had gotten so caught up in her exercises that she’d nearly forgotten that Rainbow had asked to meet her at Apple Jacks's barn at three. Dash hadn’t said why or what they'd be doing, but Pinkie knew that with dash it could be Fun. Pinkie wasn't sure if she really wanted to go, though. She was so engaged with her Party's that she thought about blowing dash off to continue flying. But Pinkie's conscience got the better of her. She knew that it would hurt Dash's feelings; after all, Dash had said it was going to be something special just for the two of them. Pinkie considered it and thought “why not?” What did she have to lose? Heck, it might be more pranking. Dash might have found a bunch more fun stuff to pull on folks, and they’d had so much fun the last time. Pinkie kicked into overdrive to make up for lost time, and sped to her appointment.
When Dash walked into the Barn, she was immediately greeted by her host, who was Angry. “Geez Pinkie I almost Thought you forgot ,” said the Cyan pony.
“Sorry if I’m a little late, Dash. I was doing my afternoon Fun and lost track of time,” Pinkie apologized.
Dash giggled and responded in a gleefully reassuring tone, “Oh that’s ok, you’re here now. What‘s a few more minutes? I’ve been sooo excited thinking about all fun stuff we’re gonna do, I haven’t stopped Smileing since I woke up. I mean, I almost forgot to breathe I’ve been so happy.”
Pinkie gave a Loud laugh. She had always appreciated Dash’s friendly, outgoing way of life, but Dash overabundant Hardiness almost creeped her out. Pinkie maintained a polite expression, however. If Dash was this worked up, whatever she had planned must be good.
“So, you ready to get started, Pinkie? I’ve got everything all ready,” the Cyan pony said.
Dash psyched herself up. “You know it, Dashie. So what do ya got planed? We gonna prank somebody? I got a couple of good ones I’ve been thinking about. Or maybe you’ve got some stunts you think I should try? Or perhaps…”
“MAKING COOKIES!” Dash happily announced.
Cookies? Pinkie was confused. “Dash, you know i never new you loved baking . Remember last time?”
“Oh, that’s not a problem at all. I only need your help making them. I’ll be doing most of the work,” Dash explained.
Pinkie thought for about it for a second. “Well, alright, I guess that’s Good. What exactly do you need me to do?”
“That’s the spirit. Here you go.” Dash handed Pinkie a Cookie.
Pinkie was puzzled. “I thought I was helping you bake.”
“You will be. I made this one just for you before you got here."
“So, is this like taste-testing !?!?!!??”
“Sorta,” Dash said.
Pinkie shrugged and popped the pastry in her mouth. She chewed a bit and swallowed. Not bad.
“OK, now what?” Pinkie asked.
“Now,” Dash informed her, “You Sleep.”
Puzzled, Pinkie opened her mouth but felt instantly light-headed. A wave of dizziness washed over her, the world spun, and seconds later she collapsed to the floor.
When Pinkie regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark room. She tried to shake her head but found that a taut leather strap held it firmly in place. She struggled to move, but braces around her chest and limbs glued her to a rack formed from a series of sturdy planks, which spread her legs wide apart. she struggled to escape. As she writhed, Dash jumped suddenly into her line of sight.
“Good, you’re awake. Now we can get started,” Pinkie stated gleefully. She bounded into the darkness, and quickly reappeared pushing a small cart covered with a cloth.
“Dashie, what’s going on? I can’t move!” Dash said urgently.
“Well, duh, that’s because you’re tied down,” chided dash. “That’s why you can’t move. I didn’t think you’d need to be told that.”
“But why? What’s happening? I thought you said I was going to help make Cookies.”
“You are helping. You see, I ran out of the special ingredient and I need you to get more.”
“Special ingredient?” Pinkie was now breathing heavily and starting to panic. “What special ingredient?”
Dash giggled and responded “You, Idiot!”
Pinkie’s eyes widened, and her face contorted in fear. Then she started to laugh and said, in a voice bordering on hysteria, “Woo, you really got me there, Rainbow. I mean, tricking me into thinking I’m gonna get made into a cookies? I gotta tell you, this the best prank yet. You win, you’re the best.”
Dash only giggled even more. “Aw, thanks, Pinkie. But I haven’t done any pranks today, so I can’t accept your praise.”
Pinkie was struggling again. “Dash, come on, this isn’t funny.”
“Then why were you laughing?” Before pinkie could answer, Dash grabbed the cloth and whipped it off the cart. On the cart was a tray containing various sharp medical tools and knives, carefully organized and wickedly sharp, as well as a large medical bag.
Pinkie was now in full panic mode. She was starting to hyperventilate. Her mind raced as she tried to reason with the pink pony. “You can’t do this, Dashie! I’m your friend!”
“I know you are and that’s why I’m so happy that I’ve got you here. We get to share your last moments together, just you and me.” dash was skipping again.
“But, the other ponies will wonder where I am. When the Cakes,will be worried they’ll come looking for me and then you’ll get found out,” Pinkie cried in desperation.
“Oh, Pinkie,” said Dash “Don‘t worry, there are plenty of ponys to take your place . And besides, no one will find out. I mean, how long do you think I’ve been doing this?” And with that ominous statement, the lights suddenly came to life and revealed the rest the room.
“Oh, no.” Pinkie reeled in horror at the image presented to her. The room was decorated with a typical but twisted Dash flair. Colorful Banners of dried entrails fluttered around on the ceiling, brightly painted skulls of all sizes were attached to the walls, and organs done up in pastels filled with helium were tied to the backs of chairs. The tables and chairs were made of bones and the preserved flesh of past ponies. Pinkie cringed upon seeing the center piece of the table nearest to her. The heads of four foals, their eyes closed as if they were sleeping, were wearing party hats made from their own skin. With a thrill of terror, Pinkie recognized one of them as Apple Bloom’s classmate Twist.’pinkie's eyes darted back and forth and then fell upon a patchwork banner hanging from the rafters. Made from several tanned pony hides, the words “Life is a race” were scrawled on it in blood red.
pinkie’s attention was brought back by a party horn unfurling and tickling her nose. She gaped at Pinkie Pie, who was standing right in front of her. The party pony was wearing a dress quilted from dried skin, emblazoned with cutie marks. On her back fluttered six pegasus wings, all of different colors. As the earth pony skipped in excitement, her necklace of severed unicorn horns clacked together loudly.
“Like it?” Dash asked. “I made it myself.”
And with that dash stabbed pinkie neck making for a slow death as dash rubbed her clit to the scene she had made
2 hours later
Twilight walked into her library "spike" "SPIKE!?!" "Spike snot here twilight he said he had to go to Rairty's oh and i made you a cookie lets just say the flavor is spiked" Rainbow Puts on glashs YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaa
