“…You kissed me.” She said, confused. Pinkie giggled.

“Of course I kissed you, silly, I’ve always wanted to do that… and I thought that a smart mare like you would have more important things on your mind…” The shadows crossing Pinkie’s face as she backed away twisted those smiling features into a far more menacing expression – an expression that left no doubt as to what these ‘more important things’ were.

Rarity tried desperately to grasp the situation, but her terrified mind couldn’t provide an explanation. Her eyes filling with tears, she told herself over and over that Pinkie was pulling something on her. Clinging onto this shred of hope, she began to laugh.

“Pinkie, Pinkie, Pinkie. You really are funny. I mean, this whole set-up was elaborate, so well planned. But it’s Hearth’s Warming, not Nightmare Night. You should save the scary pranks for later.” Rarity’s tears spilled over, sparkling in the low light as she giggled.

Why does everypony think it’s some kind of prank? I mean, I figured I was being serious enough,” Pinkie mused. “It would be kind of a funny prank, but you’re right. Hearth’s Warming is a time for friends and family,” Pinkie paused, a shadow of something darker crossing her face as she finished with, “Not pranks.”

“Pinkie. This isn’t funny anymore. Please let me go. If I did anything, just tell me. I’m getting really freaked out here.”

“Well, of course you’d already be freaked out, but I haven’t even shown you where we are yet.”
The pink mare hopped into the shadows and fumbled around for a moment. Rarity listened, still not fully sure what was going on. Suddenly her pupils contracted tightly as the room was illuminated by a blindingly white light. She could only stare in shock at the image presented before her.

Colorful streamers of dried entrails fluttered around on the ceiling, brightly painted pony skulls were attached to the walls, and organs filled with helium were tied to the backs of chairs. The tables and chairs were made of bones and the preserved hide of past ponies.

“Oh Equus ferus caballus.” Rarity breathed the profanity out in a whisper, her tears momentarily stopping as she tried, and failed, to absorb the macabre scene. Pinkie gestured to the room’s ‘decorations’, turning expectantly to Rarity for her opinion on the designs.

“Do you like it? I know it’s not amazing craftsmanship, but I do try to make it festive and fun.”

Rarity couldn’t speak.

“It’s…sick. Th-this is s-so s-sick, Pinkie Pie. I don’t kn-know what you’re pl-laying at, but you n-need to let me go.” Rarity managed to choke out. Pinkie’s face fell.

“Well, if you didn’t like it, you could have said so,” She pouted. “You didn’t have to go all meanie-weanie.”

Pinkie sighed and picked the surgical marker up and slid it into the protractor. She held it to her flank and set the diameter the marker would make.

“Well, I suppose I still need to make everything all nice, even if you are being meaner-mc-meaner-pants,” she sighed. “You could at least be a good sport about it.”

“Good sport? Good SPORT?” Rarity yelled. “Y-you…w-we…we’re best friends, Pinkie Pie! Wha-…why are you doing this?” Her yelling had become a near shriek. Pinkie rolled her eyes.

“Well, I told you I needed help around Sugar Cube corner today. I needed more of the main ingredient for my cupcakes. Which is you,” she added before continuing. I needed to get more, so I drew a number-” she pointed a hoof towards the open skull in the center of the room. “-from my lottery system. The number happened to be yours. I was excited to have you here. I cleaned and everything. I don’t like working on my own when it comes to this sort of thing, which is why I love selecting my bestest friends!”

Rarity only stared. Pinkie was feeling exhausted from all the talking. “C-cupcak-cakes?” Rarity said, her lip trembling. Pinkie nodded. “Yup. That’s what I’m trying to say. Should I say it slower?”

Rarity exploded again.

“H-how could you have been doing this? I knew you!”

Pinkie rolled her eyes again. “Ugh! It’s always the same reaction. I’m bored now.”

“B-but ponies. They’ll notice I’m m-missi-ing.”

“Well, nopony paid much attention when Dash poofed. Or any of the other ponies I’ve harvested. One of the nice things about Equestria is nopony suspects anything, really.” Rarity hung her head as best as she could and began to sob. Pinkie neared her with the protractor.

“Help! Please! Anypony HELP ME!” Rarity cried as loud as her lungs allowed her. Pinkie stepped back a little, not used to the volume. Rarity must’ve really excelled in those acting classes, she noted. She took another step towards her struggling friend, who desperately tried to defend herself. A faint blue glow surrounded the protractor, tugging weakly at it before fading.

“What did you do to my magic?” Rarity cried, attempting once more to dislodge the protractor from the bubblegum pony’s grip. “Oh, that,” Pinkie began. “Well, the medicine I used to knock you out weakens magic for a time. I use it on all of my unicorns.”

“Medicine? You-” Rarity remembered the éclair. She went silent.

“Yup! It’s really cool, made with dragon, unicorn, and zebra blood. Plus other cool plants and stuff from the Everfree forest.”

“Blood?” Rarity whispered. She remembered the metallic aftertaste.

She suddenly felt like throwing up. Pinkie approached the revolted unicorn once more. Leaning to the side, she placed the marker against Rarity’s left flank, drawing a circle around her cutie mark. Rarity jerked, sending a line of ink through the mark.

“Rarity! Hold still!” Pinkie scolded, moving to the right cutie mark.
She stepped back to observe the pony, contemplating what to do next. She turned to the table and picked up a small scalpel. Rarity’s eyes widened, seeing the glint of it’s razor edge. Pinkie carefully positioned the blade over the first circle.

Rarity cried out as she felt her flesh splitting. The scalpel slowly curved around, completing the circle. Little beads of blood formed around the circumference, dripping down like red tears. Pinkie gently set the scalpel on the metal tray and selected a small pair of tweezers and a small curved blade.
She slid the crescent blade under the circle of isolated skin. “HELP ME PLEASE!” Rarity screamed again as Pinkie moved the blade around, severing the skin from the muscle. She then lifted it off gingerly with the tweezers.

“Ah-ha!” she announced proudly, holding up the blood-backed flap. She set it down and repeated the process on the other flank.

Rarity wept softly as Pinkie returned to her with the marker.

“Oh Rares, don’t be such a sniffle-butt,” she said. “I thought we could be having fun.” Rarity looked at her with murderous eyes.

“Fun? FUN? You’re cutting my skin off, going to turn me into cupcakes, and Celestia knows what else! You’ve turned once living ponies into bucking party decorations!” she cried, flinging the words at Pinkie, who stood, shocked.

“Pinkie Pie, if this is your idea of fun-” she said in disgust. “-you make me sick.”

Pinkie frowned, her ears drooping sadly. “That wasn’t nice, Miss Generosity” She muttered.

“Oh, well I’m sorry, miss Laughter!” Rarity returned sarcastically. Pinkie looked up.

“I can laugh, if you want. This is what I call fun, after all.”

Pinkie followed by letting out a gay, loud, ringing laugh. Chills crawled their way up Rarity’s spine at the sound of such a happy, eerie sound. Pinkie stopped and smiled. “Well, we’re never going to get anywhere if we just chitter-chatter.” She said, returning to the marker. She positioned it just above Rarity’s ribcage. She delicately drew a straight line all the way down past her lower abdomen.

“This is fun! I can’t believe I never thought of stuffing anypony like this before!”

Rarity stiffened as Pinkie approached her marehood, the markers delicate curve sending tingles through her whole body. Pinkie noticed and looked up at her. Rarity’s face had gone slightly red. Whether that was from her body sending extra blood to figure out what was going on, or something else entirely, Pinkie wasn’t sure. She was sure, however, that the most beautiful pony in all of Equestria as well as her filly-hood crush, was in front of her. Pinkie could only stare.

Rarity shuddered.

Rarity tried to speak. Before she could ask, Pinkie rushed up to the bound mare and pressed her lips against hers. Rarity’s eyes, the only things that could really move, widened in shock. Here she was, being cut apart, and her best friend - scratch that, murderer-to-be - was kissing her.

Pinkie’s thoughts differed from Rarity’s entirely. The frosting mare melted into the marshmallow one, molding her lips to Rarity’s perfectly. Pinkie parted her mouth slightly and carefully explored the lips with her tongue, tasting the saltiness of Rarity’s tears.

Rarity bit down as hard as she could, but Pinkie was faster. She whipped her head back and Rarity felt her now bleeding lip.

“That wasn’t nice, Rares.” Pinkie said. She ran her tongue along Rarity’s cut lip, savoring the warm blood. Pinkie then gave Rarity a gentle nuzzle, which surprised the unicorn.

This is your chance, Pinkie thought.

“Rarity, I’ve always had a crush on you.” Pinkie confessed, blushing.

“What? You thought NOW would be a good time to say something?” Rarity asked in disbelief.

“Well, better late than never.” Pinkie responded. Rarity attempted to say something in response but Pinkie interrupted with another kiss.

“Besides, I figured I’d tell you now, because, well, there’s one more thing I’ve always wanted to do.” Pinkie said.

She ran her hoof gently up Rarity’s crotch once, then paused, giving Rarity a cautious look. “Well, as I said, I’ve always had a crush on you. And, well, I want you. Only if you’ll let me though. I’m no creepy raping pony.” She ended the sentence with a giggle.

Rarity tried to protest, but found no words came out. She was more afraid than she had ever been in her life, but found her heart racing too fast. The only thought she could clearly make out was of Pinkie’s cold hoof.

“I want you too.” She managed in a very quiet whisper. Pinkie smiled.

Pinkie leaned forward, using her tongue to draw a line over the incision guide. Rarity shivered again as Pinkie approached her crotch. Pinkie deeply inhaled the scent of her lover’s arousal. She extended her tongue to gently touch just below Rarity’s legs and moved her tongue in a wide circle, tracing the edges of Rarity’s vulva. Rarity watched Pinkie’s movements, hypnotized.

Pinkie shifted her weight and moved her mouth up, cradling Rarity’s teats with her lips. She gently sucked them, eliciting a quiet moan from Rarity’s parted mouth, which exited Pinkie even more. She lowered and extended her muzzle to kiss Rarity’s second pair of lips.

Author's Note

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