How do You Like THEM Apples?

by Satch

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Applejack, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rarity, Pinkie Pie
Length: 2339

AJ roughs up Pinkie quite roughly.

This was a short reply to a challenge of "do it better yourself" when I complained of the 319 "Cupcakes" copies people made, and told them to be more original. So I created this in a "See? Not that hard.". So, if you want to read some random unspecified torture fic, then go right ahead, otherwise, look for a story that better suits your preferences.

This contains slightly "mild" torture. Nopony dies, but it leaves some injuries that would heal in at most ~a month.

Published 2012-03-06 00:44:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-03-06 00:44:02 UTC

Chapter 1

“Howd’ja like them apples?”

(Ps: don’t expect too be impressed with awesomesauce writing, this is mainly to toss ideas/concepts along)

”So, what didja bring me here for Jackie? Is it a surprise Huh? Huh?”
Applejack glances backwards with a smirk
“Well, ya could say that sugar-cube, it will surely be a surprise for you at least”
“Ooh! Sounds interesting, I’ve never been to your cellar before!”
Applejack came to a halt near the end of one side, and motioned towards four metal plates in the ground, each had a hole in it, angled slightly to either side of it’s corners.

“C’mon girl, stand on tis here for me will ya?” Applejack stated with a friendly smile
Pinkie gasped in amazement at the... not so impressive looking contraption as she bounced up onto it. “Oh oh! What is it, what is it? Is it a game? Will it be fun? Huh, will it?”
“Yupp, you can call it that, and ayupp it will, ah promise” Applejack stated honestly
And with a pull of a lever to the side of the metal plate, a creak could be heard as something was released from within, sounding like something coming rapidly up from underneath.
“For me...” she added in a cold tone after the lever reached the ground.

Pinkie didn’t even have time to process what was just said to her as pain seared through all four of her hooves and near the shin at each leg. She let out a yelp in agony as pain suddenly overtook all her senses as she almost fell into a shock from what had just happened.
“Applejack! What are you doing? This hurts! I don’t want too play anymore...” Pinkie forced out through pained breaths. As she glanced down,she could see bloodied metal spikes sticking out though her flesh, as she didn’t seem to be gushing out blood, they seemed intended to keep the pony it was used on alive, and not bleeding fiercely.

Applejack stood in silence, cross one pair of legs over the other and leaned against a pole in front of her. Pinkie tried to move, but this only erupted into more pain, and a very slim result, if she wanted to get the pikes out, she had to pry her hoofises out, and leave open the bare wound. She soon realized that she was stuck for.. for..
“A-Applejack?” she stammered, mustering her resolve to continue “Wh-what are you going to do with me? And... and why?”

This cause Applejack to rise up and stand again, she then proceeded with slowly circling Pinkie. “Well ya see Pinkie, there are lots of fun things we ponies can do around these parts, and then there’s a few things we ponies can’t. And sadly, your latest prank, and these new “party plans” fits into that later category. Now, ah have been assigned the task ta try and ... “persuade” you to behave this one time, and listen when yer asked to not do one of yer crazy schemes. As ya can see, ah take my duties seriously... I’ve once before had to give Dash and Rarity a hint, but they quickly took it, and listened ta reason. But you... you, constantly have ignored my warnings to the best of your ability, refusing to look at my signals and hints, so it has come this now. Ya have forced me ta get physical with ya, it seems like you won’t listen to works, but maybe we can beat some sense into you.“

“B-but... I just wanted to, I was going to... I mean, over at the gra-“ Pinkie felt a hoof slam against her chin and was abruptly interrupted.
“Ah told ya, ah am gonna have ta teach you a lesson Pinkie, and ah won’t stop until you can get it into that pretty little head o yours.”
Pinkie cringed and whinnied as she endured several other strikes that came to follow over the coarse of around two minutes.

Tears streamed down her bruised cheeks as she coughed up some blood, the metallic taste making her nauseated. “Jackie... please stop... you don’t have to do this *sniff* we’re friend remember..?” Pinkie’s hair had deflated during the first minute of beating.
“Ah am your friend, and ah am doing this since I care about you sugar-cube. We want ta avoid any more slip-ups with you, and trust me, twas either me or somepony else that had to do this, and ah couldn't stand the thought of what tha other pony would do to ya Pinkie... just take into consideration that ah am going easy on ya”

Pinkie looked up at Applejack with sorrow and anger in her eyes.
“No you’re not! It hurts really bad, and if you do this to others you should feel bad! You’re bad, and being a terrible friend, a meanie Mcmeanpants and you’re not making any sense! Just stop this and I’ll bake you a cake? Please, anything? I can let you join in on the prank thi-*CRACK*” her eyes shot wise open as pain once more burst through her, this time it was allot more painful the blows she had received up to now... maybe she was taking in easy on her after all. As Pinkie let out a scream of agony she could feel how her right front leg had it’s bone snapped off by Applejacks powerful buck. Her scream died down as the pain went from unbearable to intense pulsating in her leg.

“There, that any better? You wanted equal treatment... Pinkie, just promise to stop what you have planned and this can all end. You don’t have to do this you know?”
Applejack looked at Pinkie solemnly, looking at her for a response.
“Please Jackie... just let me go. I will throw you a par-*CRACK*

Applejack turned back around from the second kick and forced Pinkie up by tugging at her hair with a hoof. “Pinkie, just stop your silly games and do as you’re told and this can all be over. And we can go back to being friends like nothing happened, don’t make me continue.”
Pinkie glared up at her with a expression that said it all, spat her in the face and yelled.
“NO! IT’S MY PARTIES! I DO AS I LIKE! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU I HA-rkmp”
She soon found herself with an apple in her mouth.

“Now listen here missy... ah will try ma darnest ta get you to give up your more crazy shenanigans, and to do as you’re told when asked. If ah’m unable to get ya to cooperate, ya will have had a little “accident” on the way here, ya understand?”
Pinkie stared in Applejacks harsh eyes in disbelief, she could feel fresh tears well up as her legs screamed of pain as they were being strained upwards.

Pinkie faltered a bit before she found herself being dropped, her head slammed into the ground with a cry of pain. She tried to get up, but her legs just wouldn’t support her anymore. She could hear Applejack trot around her to the back, presumable to work the rest of her legs... “I-I’m still not gonna do it... I’ve planned for this prank for months! It will be glor-“ *THUMP* she had been expecting another blow to her legs, but she found it to be in between them. Her hind legs instantly gave under her weight and she collapsed onto the ground, Pinkie’s world was in a blur right now, the pain she had just felt crippled her every thought, every movement. It was far from as hard as the other kicks had been, but it was the placement of it... the placement that had meant it all.

Her body writhed in pain on the floor. She found herself throwing up at the peak of her misery. She had never felt pain like that before. Struggling to stand, she realised her legs did not obey her right now.
“Just agree to do what we say Ms Pinkamina and this will all be over. Please don’t make me hit you there again, it’s not really a honest thing to have to do.”
Pinkie just whimpered as her body shivered in response.

She closed her eyes shut and tried too hope the pain would go away. She could hear Applejack trot away to wards where she thought she had seen a fireplace before... why would an apple cellar need a fireplace anyhow? It’s not like it would be us-*ssssss* new pain welcomed her back to her senses as she screamed out she could start to smell... burnt flesh?
She darted her eyes back and saw Applejack removing a branding iron from her side and looked at her, seeming to wait for Pinkie to make the next move.

Pinkie responded by staring poison at her intently, huffing and glancing in the other direction, this just gave her another searing reply from her captor. She bit into one of her limp legs in an attempt to muffle her cries. By Celestia it hurt so bad... she could feel her fur just being incinerated as the material started to singe and dig into her flesh. Maybe AJ would stop if she stopped screaming? Maybe she just wanted to hear her beg for it, well, Pinkamina Diane Pie was not about to give her that satisfaction.

She heard an irritated sigh, then follow by some hoofsteps and a switch going on. And Pinkie suddenly felt her entire body spasming as electricity shoot through the spikes. Pinkie felt like she was being cooked from the inside and out, her hair standing straight up once more, and she felt like foam was starting to gather at her mouth, and then it went dark...
She awoke shortly after, feeling something sharp being pulled out of her skin. She shakily looked around while breathing heavily. She had now entirely given up on that AJ just did this for the pleasure of hearing her suffer, she did really want something from her...

“Pinkie, I’m giving you one last chance now before things get dirty... so far you can likely make a full recover in a couple of weeks.”
After managing to pinpoint the direction, behind of her. She now suddenly felt what AJ was talking about... near her thighs, she could feel heat radiating, it was the branding iron and it was being held next too her... Pinkie’s head and eyes shot up as straight as her abused legs would allow”

“NO PLEASE! STOP! NOT THAT, NOT THERE! I’LL DO WHATEVER YOU ASK! JUST PLEASE... DON’T DO IT!” her voice was full of panic as she lost control over herself trying to escape what was about to happen. This caused the sound of red hot iron being cooled off with liquid, Pinkie could still feel that it was more then hot enough for the task however and didn’t stop her mad trembling as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.

She laid as motionless as she could sobbing quietly, hoping it wouldn’t hurt as much as she imagined. But the pain never came, she suddenly head metal clang to the floor and the tension and a breath she didn’t notice she was holding started to let go.
“Ah’m so glad ya finally came to yer senses Pinkie. That could have gotten nasty right there ya hear?” Pinkie was still to busy cowering to dare to say anything and just nodded meekly.

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Several minutes later, Pinkie had been propped up with a soft chair under her stomach to help her stand straight and lessen the burden on the legs. Pinkie had still yet to recover from the panic she felt in her heart, but had calmed down enough to be able to speak again.
“So Pinkie, the painkillers should start working in a few minutes, in the meantime, let up repeat: How did you break your legs again?”

Pinkie shuffles as much as the chair allowed and shakily stated: “I-I was climbing a tree, but s-slipped and landed roughly on a rock. And.. and then you happened to hear me call for help and took m-me to the hospital...”
“Atta girl. And stop being so scared of me sugar-cube, you’re in good hooves my pink friend, or don’t ya trust me?” Applejack narrowed her eyes
“N-no! I mean, I totally trust you! You’re the element of honesty, why would you lie?” Pinkie responded, fidgeting nervously.

“That’s what I thought.” Applejack stated with a confident smile on her face, nuzzling against Pinkie’s cheek with her own briefly before she turned to the location of the fireplace.
“Oi, ya could come out now, ah would need some help with getting ‘er back up and ta the clinic” First Pinkie was confused, but she suddenly noticed that there indeed was the silhouette of a pony in the shadows behind the fireplace. Pinkie was flabbergasted, had that pony just sat there and... watched as she was being tortured?! She didn’t have to wonder for long who the mystery pony was however, as it soon got up on all fours and walked forth.

Out from the shadows steps a regal figure, as it comes into the light, it reveals a pristine white unicorn with gorgeous purple hair, levitating magically a need with pink thread, make up, and bandages the same color as Pinkie’s coat. Halting her whimpering, Pinkie looks up and her eyes widened with shock.
“So glad you came to your senses darling, now lets get you presentable for tomorrow...”
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Authors note: See? It’s not that damn hard to make a grimdark-ish fanfic or work that is not cupcakes. Like AJ would say: “Good gravy girl”. This ain’t meant to be extremely good, nor proofread much at all. But I just wanted to make a point that it ain’t that hard to add some variation. Like said, I’m not a anti-violence hypocrite, but it’s like if the Simpson's ONLY showed their Halloween specials, every day, all of them. You’d get bored rather quickly.