Art of Distress

by Satch

Rating: mature
Tags: Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 2610

A "what if Rarity had her version of Cupcakes?" story basically.

First, I should just point out that this is a rather rough draft of a story, and in the near future, it will not be completed.
It is likely my most "grim" stories I've done, and also seemingly written in a more odd style. I didn't write it all alone thou, I had some help with about half of it. (seriously, it goes to rather unpleasant parts, at least imo. It's not just a regular "stab, stab" torture. Don't read if squeamish.)

But anyhow, it's basically a story about how Rarity is "gathering material" for her designs.
I can say it suffers from being more OOC (then normally I mean, usually stay close to "in character" even when doing ooc things) then my other works. Partially by not solely being written by me I guess.

It's more sloppy due to not being finished, but like said before: If you wana read about ponies being tortured, then have fun. If not, find something better to read. (I mean it literally actually xP It's not more then ~2-3 out of 5 imo)

Published 2012-03-12 04:54:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-03-12 04:54:01 UTC

Exquisite materials

Manequins

(yes, the title is a pun)

"Thanks for inviting me over Rarity! I'm sure we will have a super duper fun time at this sleepover! Oh, we will have games, and food and oh! oh! We can tell stories and it will be toootallly super!"
"Why yes my dear Pinkie, but I must simply insist you have some of this tea, it is absolutely divine!" Rarity levitates a cup over to Pinkie.
"Oki doki loki! If you say so Rarity! But hey, what do you want to do first after we are done with dinner? Oh! I know, what about making a dress from streamers? Or wait, that didn't work out so well the previous time... but oh, oh! I'm sure we could make this one better and, oh right, the tea!" Pinkie gulped down the entire cup in one go as she went on about things in her regular Pinkie Pie manor.

"-And that's how I made my first gyrocopter with Gummy! Which lea- say... Rarity, is it just me, or is the room getting spinny in here? Pinky shakes her head a few times. Ooh.. I'm getting a bit sleepy I think... maybe we could take a nap befo- Pinkie is interrupted as a syringe suddenly penetrates her right eyeball. Pinkie yelps out in pain as something is injected in her. Her vision becomes even more hazy and distorted, her legs feel weak as she collapses seconds later onto the floor. The last thing she sees and hears as drool slowly seeps out from her open mouth is Rarity approaching her telling her how "Sorry for the rude intrusion, but We can't have any stains or bruises on that lovely lush coat of yours dear"

(missing scene)

As the scalpel continued it's onslaught over Pinkie's skin, it kept slicing her skin open. She shook all over as it passed over her chest, delicately just cutting through the first two layers of skin, first one slice of the first, then one deeper incision right after every five centimeters to be sure she got it right. Rarity did so to not cause a to big of a mess as Pinkie's blood slowly dripped onto the cover on the floor. Through gritted teeth and the tears that flowed, realisation soon struck Pinkie as the scalpel passed onto her stomach. Rarity had been cutting in a straight line, starting at her scalp, between the eyes, over her mouth, over her throat, past the chest... her entire body tensed up. She wasn't... she wouldn't? As the blade crept closer she began to tremble furiously, her knees giving in under her, if she weren't strapped up, she would surely have fallen to the ground.

Sweat began to cover her in a more rapid pace, she struggled desperately against the binds to get free as she could feel the searing pain creeping closer to it's destination. Right before it reached it, it stopped. Her heart were pounding heavily in her chest, panic had spread like wildfire in her mind. For a few seconds, everything was silent. Pinkie was just about to let out a huge sigh of relief as Rarity spoke up again: "Oh dear, it looks like I am fresh out of painkillers and sedative. Sweetie Belle must have thought they were candy, again. Oh well, we'll just have to go on without them. Now this might just hurt a tad bit more then the rest have..." and with that, the knot in her stomach coiled up into an even bigger lump.

The scalpel took speed once more and Pinkie's world entered a whole new level of pain she had never experienced before. She was not sure how long it lasted, or how long it took before she passed out. But she quickly remembered where she was and... what had just happened. She wanted to throw up, but couldn't bring herself to it. But as her eyes adjusted, she noticed that she apparently already had. Reality came back to her as the pulsating pain throughout her body made it's presence known once again. Pinkie let out several sobs just thinking of what had just happened. She could feel that Rarity had managed to cut all the way back to the first wound while she was out cold. An all but dull pain flared up from between her thighs more intensly as she finally had regained her senses. Her mouth tasted bile, and her te- her eyes shot wide open. She had broken several of her teeth as she had clenched her mouth shut when.. when... Pinkie gagged and tried to spit out the broken shattered teeth and blood. But found her efforts being hindered by a strap around her mouth.

"Now, now. Look who decided to wake up after... defiling the interior of my boutique, not to mention, my pristine mane! You should be ashamed of yourself Pinkie! Such an un-lady like behavior. Humph! If you'd had the good sense not to... contaminate my interior, I wouldn't have slipped and got my tool stuck in your flesh. I had to cauterise that wound mind you! And now I'm behind on schedule. But not like you would know, all you do is party, play around and prank ponies. If you'd have more sense of responsibility and been more mature, this would never had have to happen."

"Pwes Wavity... yu don haf to do ths" Pinkie struggled out through the strap, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh Pinkie, you really don't get it do you? Last week when you stormed in and broke three of my mannequins. And do you KNOW where I get those from? Do you know how HARD it is to get such accurate supplements for my fabulous work?" "Nwo?" Pinkie's eyes widened in horror as Rarity drew closer with a set of pliers, that same scalpel and a set of scrapes. "Then here, let me show you... front row seat and all..." Rarity's voice was cold and emotionless. Pinkie regretted her next action as it just caused new pain to spread throughout her body as she struggled for her life too get free. She tried to scream, she wanted to beg for mercy, forgiveness, to have Rarity stop. But all that came out were muffled screams and tears.

"You have to forgive me Pinkie, but since Sweetie Belle apparently ate all my painkillers you'll just have to endure it like a big girl for several more minutes. I do have an order to fill you know? And alas, some of the more exquisite colors I'm only able to make from certain... 'components'. And please do trust me when I say I'd have hoped I could make this more enjoyable for you my dear. But I simply don't have time to wait for a new delivery of pills. Now don't you worry darling, the worst part is over. Or well, if I remember this right, it was some months ago I last had to do this."
"Now Pinkie, before you pass out, just let me give you a little heads up: If you manage to survive the harvest, since I will start by only taking one out of two in the pairs. Anyhow, generous as I am, I'll let you decide if you want me to make you pass on, or help you back on your hooves.
I must warn you that it will take several months and be extremely difficult and painful procedure.

And of course, I will have to erase your memory of this escapade with this spell I forced myself to learn over a dozen of weeks. It's the least I can do for you poor ponies that helps me keep my stock of exotic colors up. Goodness, we couldn't have you telling anypony about this now could we? It would ruin my reputation!" Rarity proceeded with removing the strap from Pinkie's mouth, then tilted her head and looked at her expectantly. Through furious sobs and sniffles, Pinkie finally spoke in a quiet and pained tone. "R-Rarity... please.. I just want too go home... it hurts so bad..." Pinkie let out a few weak coughs before continuing "W-why are you doing this? Ca-cant you get the inr.. ingriditn... G-Gummy? Is that you? It's... it's so cold... and it's getting darker..."

Pinkie slumped down as much as the restraints would let her and began to shiver intently as she mumbled incoherent sentences. Rarity gave a weak smile and lit up her horn. "I'll take that as a 'want to live' answer, hopefully you will make it through the night dear..." Rarity levitated over a blanket along with a surgical box and a medical box. "But first, I'm going to need those glands of yours, dresses don't make themselves you know."
As she put her tools down and had sown together the last wound, Rarity saw something in the corner of her eye in the open drawer she had gotten the boxes from. "Oh my, looks like I had some sedatives after all. Oh, that's right haha, I keep the empty boxes in the right drawer for storage, silly me."

Pinkie was soon hurled back into the harsh reality, and the first she felt was something sharp being pulled out from her chest. She heard a hushed cackle coming from what she assumed was Rarity. "Now, now, we can't have you falling asleep again, you have to learn too take the responsibility for your actions missy!" "Rarity, please... whatever I did I'm sorry!" Pinkie recoiled slightly, noticing she wasn't gagged anymore. Shortly after, Rarity walked up in front of her and stood there towering over the pink mare. Pinkie began too whimper and tried to curl up into a ball. "Darling, as soon as I got enough to repay the damage you caused, I will... "take care" of you, and after that, if you're lucky, they might just be able to patch you together at the hospital. If not... then well, I will be having one fine new little mannequin.

Pinkie gulped and began to breathe rapidly once more as she saw the morose grin spread across Rarity's features. "W-what are you going too do... please, you don't have too do this... I promise I'll be good..." Rarity snickered lightly "Oh-hohoh, Pinkie, you say that like I'd have a choice. This is for your own good, trust me, Rarity knows best. And you are certainly not fit too be a mother. I might not know the 'correct' way too do this, but do relax. As generous as I am, I did give you some painkillers. Not very strong ones, but painkillers nonetheless. Oh, and don't you worry about the boutique, I got us moved somewhere we don't have to worry about you bleeding all over some of my magnifique designs." She could see Rarity levitate up something and then proceeded to strut behind her. Pinkie tried to puzzle together what she had just heard, what the hay did she mean by... "Rarity wait! What do you mean by 'fix me'? What do you mean that I'm not fit too be a mother?" Pinkie shrieked out, panic eminent in her voice.

Only some soft rustling replied. Then she suddenly felt a cold, metallic object enter through her... "RARITY! NO!" Pinkie cried out in horror. Trashing and tugging at her restraints furiously. This only caused pain too shoot through her limbs, but she didn't care, all Pinkie could think about was trying to save her marehood. After several intense seconds, the intruding object came to a halt, but before Pinkie could let out a breath she couldn't understand how she could have been holding, she was meet by a sharp pain in the back of her head and nearly collapsed to the floor if she hadn't been restrained. She could feel small streams of blood trickle down over her left eye as she whinnied and cowered where she stood. "Pinkie! Do behave! Remember what happened last time you spazzed out? You wouldn't want me too... 'accidentally' slip with this hook would you?" Pinkie burst into a new heap of crying and sobbing, but there were very little tears left in her. "R-Rarity, puhlease.. I can change, I'll do anything! J-just don't do this..." her voice was weak and barely audible under the constant sulking.

"Oh Pinkie, as much as you'd like that, we both know that's not going to happen. You're just gonna have to learn to take responsibility for your actions, and suffer the consequences." And with that, the intrusion continued. Pinkie had no energy left to fight back now, she could only lay there, tears dripping from her swollen eyes. She was so numb from pain and exhaustion that she barely felt the hook sink into her flesh, she tried to focus on something else, anything else, just too get away from this. She thought of Gummy, how he used to nip on her playfully, she thought of the recent summer-set celebration they had all gone too, she thought of Dashie, how they used too pl- she let out a cry of pain as could feel how something unnaturally fell out of her body. Shivering badly, she glanced underneath her, despite her better judgement. What she saw made her hurl up the last content of her stomach, the strain almost caused her to black out. Pinkie tried in vain to regain her composure, but there was no use, she was too weak and her abused body couldn't take much more. As she began to slip out of the world of the living, she could just barely make out Rarity coming back into her line of sight, she was levitating two small objects in front of her. Pinkie didn't know exactly how they looked, but she knew what it was.

At least she was almost certain of it. Rarity then let one of them hit the floor, barely making a sound. She then proceeded with lifting her hoof, and stomped on it. It crushed and splattered easily under her hoof as she then twisted her leg a bit for added effect. Pinkie couldn't even bear herself to protest and just helplessly watched as one of her most precious organs got mutilated in front of her. She wanted to cry, but no tears came, she could only manage to sniffle meekly. "There, there, don't cry darling, this was for the greater good. We both know that. But, to my better judgement, I will keep this other one for you, in case you survive. Otherwise, now that I think of it, this could make a lovely color if I mixed it with maroon... Oh silly me, why didn't I think of that before? I'll see if I can still make something out of the remains of the other one. Oh my, it will be simply fabulous! But first I have too dispose of you my dear Pinkie... oh, and don't worry.

I'm sure they'll be able to stuff most of your... ahem, 'belongings' where they belong. Including your tongue. The last part is just for safety dear, in case you would remember what happened too you. My memory erasing spell have failed once before, but that was once too much..." everything after that was just a blur for Pinkie. She think she was released, dragged somewhere, the last she saw before the world went dark and cold was being dropped on the ground, some heavy pounding on a door, followed by said door being opened, a scream of terror and somepony yelling "Quick! Get the doctor, we have an emergency", after that, Pinkie slipped into the void of nothingness.