Rarity's eyes fluttered open. The room she was in was dark, so Rarity began to relax. Her weight began to pull against her bonds as she closed her heavy eyes...

Wait...

Bonds?

Rarity snapped awake and struggled. She knew she was definitely against a table, her forelegs and hind legs securely fastened with thick straps. She tried looking around to see if anypony was there, but to no avail. Her head and neck, a well as her torso and hips, were also secured, but with thick metal. She looked around with her eyes, but there was one little yellow light on above her head which obscured her view of the rest of the room.

"Hello?" She called out, just loud enough for her to hear a slight echo if there was one. There wasn't. She began to feel claustrophobic, struggling more against the claws that held so many before her.

Rarity tried, with difficulty, to remember what had happened before this . She vaguely recalled the snow, Sugar Cube Corner, and-

"Pinkie!" She called. "Pinkie! Are you there?"

She was met with no response.

She tried to illuminate the room around her but found herself extremely tired; her magic refused to respond. She was pleased when her horn released a little bit of a blue glow. Looking around, she saw something that caught her eye. A flash of a brilliant array of colors.

"Rainbow? Rainbow Dash? Is that you?"

She concentrated her magic a little harder and was just able to see the unmistakable cyan coat and the magenta eyes.

"Rainbow Dash! What's going on? I-"

Rarity realized she was starting to panic, and stopped speaking, attempting to calm herself down. She began to grow impatient as she waited for the pegasus to respond, but to no avail. She called again.

"Rainbow? Are you okay?"

Silence.

Rarity attempted to use the last bit of magic she could, completely illuminating her friend's face. She gasped and her light went out, causing a spark which extinguished the bulb above her.

She was in total darkness.

She drew each breath in with care, every outward breath shivering. She jumped when she heard a loud bang, but relaxed when she heard hooves quickly approaching.

"Pinkie? Is that you? What's going on?"

"Shit! Sorry Rarity, I didn't realize you'd be awake!" Rarity heard her pink friend call in response.

"Pinkie!" She gasped, relieved. I didn't know you were here! Where are we?"

"Hold on Rares, let me fix the light."

Rarity waited as she heard clatters and thuds, the occasional swear breathed out quietly. "I hate looking for stuff in the dark." She heard Pinkie mutter.

Finally it seemed Pinkie found what she was looking for. She trotted quickly to where Rarity was and installed a new bulb. Rarity squinted at the sudden light. She could still only see a few feet in front of her, but was pleased to see Pinkie.

"Pinkie! What's going on?" she asked again. Pinkie broke into a wide grin and started bouncing.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, Rarity. You'd been out for a while, so I decided I'd take a nap. When I woke up, it was already night, so I hopped down here as quick as can be."

"It's night time?" asked Rarity, puzzled. Pinkie nodded quickly.

"What's going on?" she asked for the third time, her voice overflowing with annoyance. Pinkie ignored her, going into the shadows and wheeling in a metal tray, cloth covering it's contents.

"Are you and Rainbow Dash playing a prank on me? If that's the case, why has she been in here for months just for a silly trick." Rarity asked. Pinkie looked up, confused.

"Oh," she said with sudden realization. "You've met Dashie."

"'Met Dashie'?" Rarity scoffed. "Of course I've met Dashie. She's one of my best friends."

"Oh, nonono," Pinkie giggled. "This Dashie." She pulled the pony into view, the light falling onto the crude trophy. Rarity's eyes widened with shock, not wanting to see what was put in front of them.

"I-is th-that-" Rarity tried, her mouth refusing to form the words.

"Yup! She's been keeping me company for a while now! She was fun, but I'm hoping to have sooo much more fun with you today!"

Pinkie threw the cloth off the table with gusto, revealing a small medical bag and a large variety of surgical equipment. "I've decided to be more careful this time, since I know how much you want things to be perfect. These tools have all been sterilized, I've washed my hooves, and look at this!"

Pinkie fished into the medical bag, which held several new hypodermic needles and bottles, and withdrew a small marker and protractor.

"See! I got a surgical marker! It's for writing on coats and stuff. I'm going to make cute little lines, to be more precise. That way, you'll be perfect for stuffing!"

She lay the protractor and marker down and approached the frozen pony who stared, unblinking and unbelieving, the whole time Pinkie was doing her 'demonstration'. At the sound of the tool being laid against the table, Rarity jumped, her eyes darting to Pinkie’s face. Pinkie set her forelegs next to Rarity's sides and leaned into her face.

"So," she whispered, there muzzles breaths away from each other.

“Let’s get started.”

Pinkie closed the space between their lips in one swift motion, sealing the fate of both ponies in that dark concrete room.

Author's Note

Short chapter, sorry!