Pinkie Pie the Libertine Chronophile
Pinkie's hoofsteps caused the pebbles underneath to shift and make noise. Next to her was walking Cranky Doodle Donkey, her newest friends. "So what's the difference between a black pony and a park bench?" She asked jokingly.
"I don't know what?" Cranky responded, his eyes focused on the road as they wandered forwards slowly.
"A park bench can support a family!" Pinkie delivered the punch line perfectly and began to giggle. Next to her, cranky's mouth turned upwards as he began to laugh at the joke.
"That is pretty funny Pinkie," he said in between bouts of laughter.
A bright smile quickly developed on Pinkie's face as she saw cranky smile. "I'm so glad I can make you happy."
"Pinkie, do you hear that?" Cranky asked, straining his ears towards a nearby boulder, a tiny whimper could be heard from behind it. His hoofsteps were slow and hesitant. Behind him Pinkie followed until they both stopped dead in their tracks. Laying behind the boulder was Scootaloo. Her stomach bloated and a sickly green color as if infected by some horrible disease. But the most disturbing thing was the mixture of blood and what looked like vomit that seemed to have leaked out of her vagina.
Pinkie ran forward towards the injured filly before she noticed the awkwardly bent legs and wings, a surefire sign of broken bones. Her front left leg was bent completely upwards and the bone was sticking through her skin. "What happened?" Pinkie asked, her voice worried and her hair losing a bit of it's normal pinkness.
Scootaloo opened her mouth to answer but she just puked again before starting to cough uncontrollably. After a minute or two the coughing subsided and Scootaloo could finally speak. She mouthed a few words that seemed like utter nonsense before she put air through her lips pronouncing the words. "N, No, I can't, not again, never again..." she continued to mutter nonsensically. Her speaking quickly turning into shouting before going silent. Her eyes loked straight forwards as if fixed on some invisible object in the sky, but when Pinkie and Cranky followed her gaze they only saw the blue sky above. Her purple eyes had a strange glazed look to them. Pinkie, worried, slowly walked closer to Scootaloo before she jumped back as Scootaloo began kicking into the air like she was trying to fend of some strange enemy. After a minute of this she continued to puke again and then fell unconscious.
"I've seen this before," Cranky Doodle stated matter of factly. His thick eyebrows bunched together and his mouth turned until it resembled disgust. He continued, "I saw this in Manehatten, she was raped. However why her bones are broken and there was puke in her vagina is a mystery to me. However I suggest we take her back to your place while she is still unconscious to fight us or feel the pain of us touching the broken bones."
Pinkie stood there for a minute as the information registered and she nodded silently, some of the pink color in her hair fading slightly. Cranky approached the unconscious filly and hoisted her onto his back. Cranky said nothing as he began at a quick trot towards Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie had a similar attitude as she kept up to the fast pace.
The journey wasn't a particularly long one, only a few minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. Luckily they would not have to explain to Mr. and Mrs. Cake why there was an injured Scootaloo in their shop/ home, because they had gone to Canterlot for a large party.
With practiced hooves, Cranky put the injured filly onto a soft bed. They both stood there for a few seconds looking over the body before Cranky turned to Pinkie. "I shall be downstairs, tell me when she wakes," he said as he walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. Pinkie's attention was turned again towards the filly who was twitching slightly in her state. Pinkie's tongue slid lightly over her lips as she stared at the helpless little filly, something in her mind seemed to be telling her to do unimaginable things to Scootaloo. Pinkie was frankly disgusted with herself and these new strange urges, but she couldn't help but feel them. So she stood there suffering just by watching the filly writhe in her unnatural sleep.
After a few minutes Pinkie called Cranky up to take a look at the filly. But he simply reported that nothing had changed, but something had changed, cranky knew it in the back of his mind. But it sure wasn't the filly on the bed, he looked towards Pinkie Pie only to see something he did not think he would ever see of Pinkie's. Her wet and glistening Vagina was face him, but his distraction was short lived as he lifted his head just in time to see two hooves hit him on the head causing the lights to go out for him.
Smiling Pinkie dragged both of the ponies down to the basement where the cake's usually kept the very easily spoiled supplies, an almost airtight room that would do perfectly. A long time ago Pinkie had found out that the Cakes were into bondage and had a secret room leading from the room she was in now. Pinkie walked over to the left most wall from the door and pushed a out of place brick activating a hidden door that swung open effortlessly leading into a room with a metal bed and some chains to hang people up by their hooves.
With some effort Pinkie managed to hoist up Doodle into the chain's and did the same to the filly. With another press of a button the door closed sealing tightly, but not tightly enough to cut of air circulation. Pinkie sat relaxed on the metal bed and waited for one or both of her new prisoners to wake up, then the real fun could begin.
Soon enough for pinkie her prisoners began to stir, Scootaloo opened her eyes first as she looked around worriedly, before Pinkie reassured her. "Don't worry Scootaloo, you won't have to suffer for much longer."
Cranky soon after came to, only to look up straight into Pinkie's eyes. "Hey Doodle, I heard that with old age comes experience right?" Pinkie teased.
"Let me down Pinkie," Cranky said firmly, his eyes meeting hers before she began to laugh hard. But the donkey's voice wasn't filled with amusement, it wasn't filled with anything that she could hear.
"Aw, but where would be the fun in that?" Pinkie Pie asked as she walked up to him, turned around and kicked him in the leg. Cranky's muscles tensed uncontrollably as he yelled at the pain. A moment ago when Pinkie's hoof had hit Cranky's leg there had been a strange crunch noise. Like when you step on a crunchy potato chip. His leg had bent awkwardly out of place and a small bump could be seen on the skins surface. Curious as to what exactly the bump was Pinkie lowered her head and pushed it with her nuzzle eliciting a second scream from Doodle Donkey. A soft giggle escaped the pink earth pony's mouth as she pushed it again and again.
Finally she stopped and walked back over to Scootaloo. Carefully she unhooked the chains from the wall and hooked them onto the table causing Scootaloo to be like a chained dog. Pleased with her handy work, Pinkie Pie walked up to the purple maned filly and smiled. She turned Scootaloo around like some untrained pet and leaned down to get a better look at her pussy. "So, whoever raped you already destroyed you hymen huh?" Pinkie commented.
The party pony felt a single bead of liquid start to run down the side of her leg, then another as it came out of her cunt. Instinctively, Pinkie's hoof traveled slowly down her body. Each tiny little touch felt like electricity running straight through her, it was bliss. Her hoof gently slid over her own cunt, she retrieved it and sniffed it curiously. It smelled like fish, but this didn't stop Pinkie from bringing her hoof down again and putting the tip of it in her pussy carefully. She rubbed it up and down, a slow pressure building inside of her steadily. Her silent moans were soon replaced with loud ones that could easily be heard by her two captives. She was about to reach climax before she grabbed Scootaloo's head and pushed it against her vagina, forcing the filly to swallow all of the cum that followed. The purple maned pegasus tried to get her head away, but she was not yet any kind of match in strength compared to a fully grown pony.
Finally Pinkie allowed the Filly to pull away from her once she was satisfied. "Please, please kill me now, I can;t take it anymore. The memories, the pain, the torture..." Scootaloo said as she struggled against the chains. Her eyes seeming to look at everything yet take in nothing at the same time. The chain continued rattling as Pinkie opened the door out of the room and went to the upstairs. There she found exactly what she was looking for, a knife block. A grin developing on the party pony's face, she brought the knife block downstairs and shut the secret door again behind her. Carefully she drew a single large knife, normally used for cutting up very tough vegetables. Pinkie's smile reflected in the knife. Something was rising in her, this wasn't just a sexual release, it was a release of something much bigger and more powerful. This release was building faster then she could recognize what exactly it was, and it was already feeling better then her orgasm only minutes before. She walked over to the Filly still muttering absolute nonsense and with a final release, brought down the blade on her neck. A gargled scream came from the filly and continued as the knife didn't go all the way through. In fact it had barely made it an eighth of the way through the skin and bone due to it being a vegetable knife.
She raised it again and again, but no matter how many times she cut into the neck, it would not sever. Finally pinkie just said, ",fuck this." With that she raised her hoof and smashed it down on the head of the filly, crushing it's skull. blood quickly pooled on the floor as Scootaloo's head now resembled a bowl of extra bloody fruit. Finally Pinkie turned to face Cranky with the same wicked grin as before. The knife still in her hoof she undid the chain and held his throat to the knife as she rehooked it to the table. With a single, fluid movement Pinkie Pie brought knife down on Cranky's front left shoulder before doing the same to his front right. She finally dropped the knife as she saw it was barely scratching the donkeys tough hide. Instead she grabbed a different knife from the knife block. This one was longer, but more thin as it was meant for cutting thin slices of certain foods, but Pinkie had another purpose for it.
With a powerful stab the knife traveled into the donkey's back left leg causing him to buckle painfully. "Pinkie, why would you do this to me? I thought we were friends," Cranky Doodle pleaded with her and she stopped.
"You're right, we were friends, and now we are not friends anymore." Pinkie replied curtly as the knife entered his other back leg. Cranky knew he was going to die and his heart started to beat faster, but as it did so his member also grew longer and harder. "The famed, dying erection, they say you can never find a harder cock then one of a stallion, or donkey I guess, that's about to die." Pinkie said cheerfully as she stepped over the dying animal. Her hoof reached down to her clit and rubber the outside in a slow circle before poking slightly and causing some pre-cum to come out. Now fully lubricated she lowered herself onto the rock hard cock of the old donkey. He began to moan softly at first and then became louder then Pinkie did, finally she had enough with the pain of an ass. She drew back her arm and stabbed it straight through his neck causing a blood splatter. But she kept riding the dick until it shrank from lack of pumped blood.
Pinkie Pie looked around before re-spotting Scootaloo's lifeless body. She walked over slowly and grabbed it before she positioned herself along the broken skull and rubbed it against her clit gently. Unsatisfied with the lackluster idea, Pinkie stomped Scootaloo's head once more, breaking of a sizable chunk of skull. Her hoof snatched it up eagerly and she began to shove it inside of her pussy, the bone fragment rubbing roughly along the sides but getting her off none the less. Finally she accidentally let go of the fragment and it went deeper inside of her vagina. She could still feel it there and every time she moved she came closer to orgasm. Finally she got an idea and started hopping around, the bone scraping along the sides of her pussy causing bleeding. Small drops of pussy blood fell onto the floor. After about a minute of hopping around a orgasm like none other rocked her body and sent the piece of skull flying out directly into the dead donkey's mouth, which she just happened to be over when she came.
As soon as Pinkie had recovered she grabbed the knives and cleaned them in a sink upstairs, then dragged the bloody bodies upstairs and tossed them into the incinerator, which they had built after Applejack's mistake with cupcakes during the apple bucking season. They hadn't dared thrown away the cupcakes, in case some rats took a liking to them and died from poisoning.
But Pinkie had kept something, right before she had tossed the body's into the incinerator, she had cut off Cranky's front left leg, and was currently carving the bone into a new, more useful shape. The deed had been done, and the Cakes would never be the wiser as they did their own games downstairs.
