Cupcakes: Afterparty

Chapter 1:

“AAAAAAAAAAAH”

Twilight could only scream at the sudden surge of pure pain.

MY HEAD, It hurts, it hurt so munch

Twilight clenched her teeth and sealed her eyes in a pathetic attempt to ease her pain.

It was in her head, it burns, it aches, it stings!

Celestia help me, please, make it go away!

Twilight tried to breathe deeply, but found them rugged and uneven. She waited several long seconds for the adrenaline to finally ease the pain to an only somewhat unbearable level. That’s when Twilight noticed a warm liquid roll down her muzzle. She peeled her eyes open as her mind desperately tired to learn what’s happening.

Blood

It was blood. Blood was running dripping off my muzzle. Blood was running off her forehead, blood was bleeding from…

No, No, Nonono!! Not that, please no, anything but that!

My horn!! My horn!! My horn!! It’s gone! My horn’s gone. My horn was ripped out her skull! Why was this happening? Why did…why did…

Her eyes refocused on the pink mare in front of her. As first, Twilight didn’t want to believe what she saw. But…but there it was…

The mare stood there in a dress… a horrible dress… a dress from the reaper pony himself! Pinkie pie stood merely feet in front of Twilight wearing a multi-colored dress. A dress made from sewing together multiple large patches, enough to for it to cover the shoulders and breast as well as the flank with room to drag on the floor. Each patch had its own color, as well as an image. It was a dress, and a large one at that, made entirely out of cutie marks. Well almost entirely.

On top of the gruesome choice in fabric, the dress came with accessories. Pinkie pie also wore a set of pegasi wings atop her back. Three pairs, each with its own color, and none of them pink. None of them where Pinkie’s. And with the wings, the smiling mare wrapped a necklace of stringed unicorn horns around her neck. Four of them, each one a different color, and none of them pink.

That dress was stolen. How many did she steal from? How much had she stolen? What did she do for that dress? How did she get so many wings? How did she get so many horns, and how did she get… my horn?

There she was. The happy-go-lucky party mare, standing in front of Twilight’s bound self, in a horrific dress made from the skin of ponies, and in Pinkie Pie’s everlasting grin, was her horn. The pain…the blood…the horn….

Pinkie Pie broke Twilight’s horn and ripped it out of her head.

But…how can this happen, Pinkie’s my friend, isn’t she?

This isn’t right; she had to make sense of it. Twilight moved her lips, and found them surprisingly heavy, along with the rest of her head. With effort, she lifted her bloody muzzle up to her friend and found it equally difficult to simply ask, “Why…?”

Even here and now, Pinkie kept her cheery attitude, “Because I can’t let you use magic silly; that would ruin the fun.”

“W-what’re your talking-“

Wuuush!

Before Twilight could finish, Pinkie Pie used her hoof to rip a cloth off a small table next to her, and unveil what was under it.

Atop the small wooden table was an assortment of blades. Blades of all kinds: long, short, curved, strait, serrated, all kinds. They lay in no particular order, and don’t look very new either. Pinkie placed Twilight’s horn on the table next to the many knifes and wrapped her teeth round the handle of one of the blades.

Pinkie turned her head towards Twilight, and gave her guest a clear view of her choice. As Twilight took notice of the small razor, cold liquid ran down her spine.

This isn’t good; what is she going to do?

Even with the razor in her mouth, Pinkie still spoke her usual tone. “You sit still now; this is going to hurt…a lot!”

Panic rushed though Twilight. Without even thinking, she begged. “What?! No, no-no-no, please pinkie NO!!”

It didn’t sway her.

“AAAAAAAHHH!”

Pinkie swung her muzzle around and thrust the razor into Twilight’s right flank. Twilight could feel the cold blade pierce her skin, and the blood rushing out the new wound. She could feel nerves screaming at her, demanding attention. Twilight clenched her teeth and shut her eyes to deal with the pain. Even thought it all, Twilight could still feel the knife as it started to move.

Pinkie rotated her head around as she ripped through Twilight’s skin and flesh. Tears fled her eyes as the fire on her flank grew and grew.

Uuugh! What is she doing?

Twilight turned her head to view her dying flank. Twilight witnessed Pinkie finish her circular cut… around a small star pattern… around her cutie mark.

She finished her crude incursion and ripped the blade out of Twilight as fast as she placed it in. Gravity took no delay as it pulled her blood all over her leg. The warm liquid flowed as proof of Pinkie’s intention.

It was torture…pure cruel torture…

…From one of my best friends…

Pinkie pie then replaced the knife back on the table, only to lift her head again with a new one. This new blade was several inches long and curved backward. Not even Sombra could say what Pinkie would do next. Twilight didn’t have to wonder long.

Pinkie took the blade and dug it into the cut, deepening the wound. The horrific pink mare then slid the sharp blade down as she slowly removed her skin form its fleshy neighbor. The new burning sensation was more than enough to bring more tears from Twilight’s eyes, but she held her screams. It just hurt so much.

Pinkie removed the skin inside the crimson circle from Twilight’s flank, sparing only just enough flesh for the band of hide to stick to her flank. The patch of bloodied fur fell and dangled on its side, the sight was almost enough to cause Twilight to vomit. Blood continued to flow its way down, but only so much as the wound was already trying to seal itself. Twilight watched as Pinkie put the blade back on her table. She turned her head towards Twilight, that everlasting grin still etched on her face as she returned closer.

“Now this is going to make a great addition.”

Twilight made no response; her jaw was still clenched shut, now biting on her tongue in desperation to simply deal with the pain.

Pinkie gripped the flailing flank in her jaw and mercilessly tore it off. A new surge of pain galloped through Twilight’s spine, as well as the chill of adrenaline as they both battled for control of her nerves. The adrenaline was quickly defeated.

Twilight watched as Pinkie brought the slab of thin flesh to her table to admire it. She made a whispered shriek of delight like a filly with a new toy. She turned her head toward its missing pair. Newfound annoyance was showing in her stressed brows and fallen grin.

“Aww, horse feathers, I forgot the other one.” She turned her head to the table to scan it contents. “But I can fix this; I know I have nice one here somew-Aha!” Pinkie griped her teeth around a new knife, and turned to show it to Twilight.

Twilight let of a heavy sigh as she released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. Her lungs rushed to bring air in and out, all the while pushing the flowing blood out of her mouth and pooling with the blood on the floor. It seems Twilight bit her tongue too hard. It didn’t matter; pain and numbness crawled around her body like an army of ants under her skin.

The blade looked like a small, narrow saw. Dozens of metal teeth snarled at twilight. Each already coated in drying blood and well experienced in their task.

Why is this happening? Why is she doing this? Pinkie Pie is my friend. Friends don’t hurt each other, they help each other. This isn’t helping; it hurts, its bloody, its torture. Pinkie…Pinkie’s my friend…isn’t she?

“Say Twilight, don’t you think serrated is a funny word. It’s kinda like ‘Sir’ and ‘Aided’. It’s like the name of some kind of doctor who helped or ‘aided’ you, but I’ve never seen a serrated scalpel or any doctoring gear before.” Pinkie Pie continued to admire her choice in cutlery. “Hmm, then again, I guess bones saws are serrated. Oh wait, I have a bone saw. I know, I’ll call him ‘Aided the Knight’! That way, I can say he is ‘Sir-Aided’.” Pinkie Pie giggled her joke.

With little warning, she swung the blade over to Twilight’s left flank. This time she did not create a circular insertion around the cutie mark. This time Pinkie just sawed downward, just under the skin and through the flesh.

Twilight could feel every tooth of that mini-saw as it ripped away at her flesh. Pinkie pie moved deliberately slow while seeming to savor and enjoy every grunt Twilight made. With every pull and push of her neck, the pool of blood on the floor below grew and grew to a disturbing size.

The rhythmic shredding just blurred into pain. Twilight hadn’t even noticed when Pinkie was done. Twilight looked beyond her bloodstained muzzle and made a slow examination of her body.

Her legs were stained almost entirely in a drying dark scarlet. Twilight saw her hooves make random shivers beyond her control as the nerves scrambled on and on trying to maintain all of the damage.

Twilight looked up at the pink nightmare and saw her grinning ear to ear with a large slab of flesh between her lips. After showing it to Twilight, Pinkie carelessly threw her cutie mark on the table atop its twin. She seemed to take pride in her work.

“You know Twilight, I always liked your cutie mark. Sometime I wish my cutie mark was symmetric like yours. Oh, it’s going to make such a good patch!”

Twilight kept her pathetic stare at Pinkie in both wonder and disgust. She tried to speak and found it difficult. Her mouth was covered in blood, her breathing was ragged, and the blood loss was making clear thinking a challenge. “Why *cough* are you doing this? *wheeze* I thought we were looking for Rainbow Dash *cough*.”

“Oh, Dashie? Don’t worry about her Twi, we already had our fun!”

Pinkie Pie spun around and started to walk away. Twilight’s irises shrank in disbelief. “W-what?”

Pinkie didn’t bother to turn around and kept walking forward as the conversation continued. “Yep, it was super fun, and the cupcakes she helped me make where delicious!”

“What…cupcakes…?”

“The cupcakes we ate earlier, silly”

The cakes…? They…they were red and tasted very odd.

“Pinkie Pie…did you-?”

“Kill Rainbow Dash and used her many organs as ingredients to bake some awesome-flavored cupcakes? Yep!”

Twilight’s captor made her way to her destination; a metal door at the opposite end of the room. She griped the large handle with her teeth and pushed it open. Twilight flattened her ears against her skull as the screeching sound of metal on metal filled the room. Pinkie Pie seemed unmoved by the horrid sound.

With the swing of a rear hoof, Pinkie turned a small convenient lever low to the ground and next to the door. With a faint snap, the light in the room cut out, and Twilight was left in total darkness save the pony shaped silhouette created by the hallway beyond.

But the sight quickly faded as Pinkie Pie left the room and closed the door behind her, once again creating that ear pricking screech. The door and its scream ended with a metallic thump as a lock fell into place, and was followed only by the familiar, rhythmic sound of clopping hooves; each falling quieter than the last until they could be heard no more.

She did, it didn’t she? Rainbow dash wasn’t just missing these past two days, she was gone. Pinkie Pie killed her. And if this is what Pinkie is doing to me, what did she do to Dashie?

Twilight hanged her head in silence and without light. Acting on pure habit, Twilight tried to illuminate the dark room, only to be reminded by a throbbing headache why that won’t work…and never will again. In hindsight, Twilight didn’t want to see anyway.

Twilight shifted and twisted in attempt to find some way to slip out of these binds. She did not make much effort as her muscles resisted with a painful soreness. Twilight let out a sigh as she tried to think of what could happen. What could Twilight do? What will Pinkie do?

Has Pinkie Pie always been like this? Did something happen to her? What’s going to happen to me? What’s going to happen to…to my…her friends.

That was it. That was the breaking point for Twilight. The thought of the possibility that Pinkie Pie has the rest of her friends and doing discord-knows-what to them. Her tired eyes erupted in tears. Twilight would scream, but her exhausted body would not let it.

She could feel the tears rolling down her checks and her neck. Twilight felt the cold, liquid drops of sorrow wash over the now dried blood that fell from her horn all over her body. The thought of what condition her body was in only strengthened the stream from her eyes.

Her body demanded sleep. With Pinkie gone, all her muscles wanted to do is rest and heal. Twilight was in no condition to deny it. Her head, her legs, her eyes, all felt heavy and defeated. Twilight relaxed everything and gave way. Head hanging in the binds, she was quick to fall asleep.

At what felt like the cold doorstep of the reaper pony’s castle, Twilight fell asleep.

***

Pop!

Confetti blasted her face as Twilight walked into the lobby of Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie Pie was throwing yet another party. No pony could escape one of these parties without having her mane covered in party decorations, and this was no exception.
Twilight blew empty air through her nose in attempt to remove a rather stubborn bit of confetti from her nostril. Twilight drew another breath to try again, but the piece fell an inch deeper into her muzzle, causing her to suddenly sneeze.

Twilight shook her head to make double sure her nose was clean. It was clear, and with that done, she took a moment to observe the party. Pinkie Pie’s parties where always random. There was no way anypony could predict how one of Pinkie’s party’s could turn out. The only thing you can be sure is that it won’t be like last time.

To her left, Apple Jack tried her luck at pin the tail. A green blindfold and comedic lack of balance was evidence enough to show how bad Apple Jack was at the game. But still, even with the dozen or so failed attempts that littered the targeted picture, most of them at least, AJ strived stubbornly to succeed.

To her right, a small section of tables, normally reserved for customers at the bakery, where fitted into a drink table. The tables seemed fused together by a long table cloth, and atop it lay stacks of paper plates, cups and party hats. At the corners, the table also held down several strung balloons of various, bright, party colors. In the center was the main attraction to the area, a large glass punchbowl filled with purple punch and one large ladle.

Twilight watched as Rarity trotted to the punch bowl. A paper cup was lifted from its stack and away from its many twins in a light blue aura as Rarity grasped the ladle in the same fashion. After pouring and sipping at her drink, Rarity turned to Twilight.

“Twilight, darling, you must try some of this punch. I truly think it’s the best batch Pinkie has ever made!

“Well, ok!” What reason did Twilight have to refuse, it a party! Plus, she was interested as to what the drink tasted like.

Without hesitation, Twilight walked over towards the drink table and grabbed a paper cup in a levitation spell of her own as well as the ladle. Twilight mixed around in the drink before finally pulling a large spoonful out of the bowl and pouring it into her cup. Twilight peered down, investigating the plain violet liquid.

Twilight’s curiosity wouldn’t stand idle any more; she tilted her head back and shut her eyes as the flavor fell and enveloped her tongue. Twilight swished the punch between her teeth several times, letting the divine, cool, silky flavor rush over her tongue every time.

Twilight swallowed the liquid, its stream texture quickly turned icy as it flew down her throat. The icy felling dispersed through her spine and all throughout her body, leaving an icy sensation like a snowy day. Twilight opened her eyes in search of more of the magnificent drink, only to see an equine skull staring at her.

A skull…

Twilight’s irises shrank and her lungs filled with gasp at the sight. There before her lay the surface of a skull. Its empty eye peered at her like a lurking alligator, just above its pool of crimson in a large glass bowl.

Her head shifted left and right in horror of her new surroundings. The tables no longer had its large white covering or its confetti stained decorations. It now lay bare, exposing a dark, crude, and unsanded surface. The table was littered not with party decorations, but with blood stains and various tools of torture; all of them covered in wet dripping blood, as if recently used.

Twilight whipped her head a round and dashed for the exit. Her escape, however, was short lived. Her nerves betrayed her and froze her hooves at the sight of another horror. In front of Twilight was the door, but before that was the staring frame of a bright pink pony and her fluffy cotton candy hair. Twilight’s jaw stood agape, her eyes stared wide, and ears folded against her head at what was before her only a few feet away.

To either side of the door, the display windows were missing. In their place stood old, wooden, blood stained walls. All around, every detail of the party was replaced with its nightmarish opposite. Streamers now hang as intestines from their posts. Organs of various types and sizes littered the floors. Blood splattered and stained nearly everything in place of confetti.

To the left of the door, Apple Jack’s corpse hovered above the ground; nailed to the decaying wall with several large railway spikes penetrating throughout her body. Like some grotesque artwork, her eyes lay absent form their sockets and her hooves where nailed and forced into a bucking pose.

To the right, Rarity was presented to underworld critiques in a similar form. Blood flowed from the huge nails that impaled her and stained her lovely coat with small stripes of crimson. Her elegant form was stripped of her lapis eyes and elegant grace. Her body was defiled and posed to be continuously rearing up.

Hanging above the door was the form of the yellow pegasus, Fluttershy. A tight noose was tightly rapped around her neck and originated from the endless dark that was now the ceiling. Her head was bent at an unnatural angle to the side, a clear indication her neck had been snapped. Despite death, her eyeless face still irradiated an expression of horror. Several large hooks dug deep into wings and stretched them outward as far as the tendons would allow. Fresh blood dripped from the wounds and onto the floor.

The pink mare between them all now shifted and was quick to grab Twilight’s attention. Twilight saw the figure twist her head around and flung something towards her. She tuned her head to the side, shut her eyes, and lifted a hoof so as to try and block the projectile. She was not hit as expected, but instead heard what sounded like wet rags being tossed to the floor just in front of her.

Twilight dared to open her eyes and lower her guard. At her hooves lay two bold violet slabs each with a similar starry pattern. Her cutie marks lay on the floor still fresh with the smell of blood. Twilight looked up from them, only to have her vision suddenly and completely engulfed by a pink face, merely an inch from her own.

Pinkie Pike clocked her head to her left, as large blue eyes locked on Twilight’s. Smiling she said, “Isn’t life like just like a party…?”

With out her consent, Twilight’s instincts took quick control of her hooves and drove her body back as fast as it could. Hooves still flailing and swinging, Twilight crashed into the punch table behind her, flipping it over. The bowl shattered, and many knives and tools clitter-clattered behind her as they fell to the floor. Twilight tripped over the table and onto her back.

Unmoved by her actions, Pinkie slowly walked towards the frightened mare and continued to talk. “They’re fun, exiting, and full of laughs….”

Twilight’s hooves rushed to find friction on the ground and pushed her away from Pinkie Pie. Twilight slit her back across one of the glass fragments of the punch bowl. Twilight felt it cut away at her lower back. She sealed her eyes once again, but her legs did not care for the pain. They continued to thrash and push at the ground beneath Twilight until she was pined against a wall.

“They’re full of games and friends…”

Twilight spend several seconds breathing heavily with her eyes still forced shut. She didn’t want to look at what was around her, but how else could she get out of here? With one last breath, Twilight readied her self to gallop out of here as fast as she could. Twilight opened her eyes only to Pinkie’s looking back at her even closer than before.

“And I bring them to a sudden and messy end!!”

With that, Pinkie Pie retracted her head. Her brows folded downward to an angry expression, but her lips moved to from a slowly growing grin. After several seconds of growth, the lips spit to reveal dozens of sharp, fanged teeth.

When her grin finally reached its climax at each end, Pinkie Pie slowly opened her jaw. Many unnatural rows of carnivorous razor teeth vibrated in place and dripping saliva. Each one was ready to rip and tear at Twilight’s face.

Pinkie roared at Twilight, but not like any real roar. Pinkie Pie emitted a head splitting metallic screech, like the sound of a metal door as it dragged on a metal floor.

***

Twilight woke with a gasp and a cold sweat. Fear was quick to awake her senses and get them working. Her eyes quickly opened to observe her surroundings. Gravity was more than egger enough to keep her muzzle pointed down as Twilight slept. She took a look at her pitiful self. Her body hanged against the table still bound in the same manner as before. Nearly every inch of her legs where stained with chipping, drying blood. A large layer of solidified puss stood at each side of her flanks; preventing herself from adding to the large pool of blood at her feet.

Her head rapidly lifted to the sound of clopping hooves.

Flash!

Once again, the single light was suddenly kicked on. Twilight head winced and her eyes shut at the sudden photon assault. Twilight peaked though her eyelids at the dim ground, hoping to quickly regain her vision. Her eyes teared up at the heavy task, but Twilight persisted, she needed to find a way out; and for that, she needed to see.

A cheery voice broke through the silence, “Oh, goody Twilight, your awake! Now, all three of us can get right to the fun!”

All three of us, w-what is she talking about?

Twilight lifted her head to look. In front of her the murderous mare stood just inside the room. She still wore her patchwork dress. A part of Twilight wondered for a moment if it was the same dress as before. Another part hoped it was the same, and not another.

In her mouth, Pinkie Pie had what appeared to be a rope of some sort. The other end was connected to the head of a pony at the doorway. Pinkie gave a small tug at the rope, “C’mon now.”

The new pony, a mare it seems, slowly walked through the doorway. Each step was slow and shaken; as if it was a difficult task. Twilight noticed the mare was covered in many, many small lacerations all over her body. Blood has clearly flown from the wounds, staining the mare’s coat. It seemed a much larger amount of blood and come from her shoulders. It seemed now that walking was not only difficult, but painful.

A long, ragged mane covered the mare’s face from her view. She kept her head down in shame or embarrassment. She followed Pinkie Pie deeper into the room, like a dog to his mistress. Only when her hooves splashed in her pool of blood did she finally stop. Twilight saw a shiver rush though her body in reaction to that.

Pinkie Pie turned to the scarred pony’s left, and dug her muzzle under her mane. With a faint *eep*, Pinkie pulled the pony’s head up. “Now, now, how’re you going to play our game with your head all down like that?”

As Pinkie Pike forced the pony’s head upright and facing Twilight’s. Pinkie also brushed away her protective mane. Now Twilight saw the pony wore some sort of bit. Straps gripped the pony’s head from under her jaw and behind her ears. The strap over her throat was tied to the rope leash Pinkie had used. A metal bar was forced within the pony’s muzzle and behind her teeth. An extra strap was present. This one was of unusual width and covered the pony’s eyes; clearly intended to be a blindfold of some kind. The bit actually looked more like the result of an odd kink.

Under the ragged mane, Twilight could see the muzzle was left unstained, save for dark streaks of tears under the eyes. Her face showed a yellow coat and a soft build.

Pinkie Pie clenched at the strap around the pony’s neck and pulled down on it, loosening it, and then forcefully pulled it off, blindfold and all. The yellow mare kept her neck up, but her head now returned to pointing at the floor, causing her mane to collapse hide her once again.

Tossing the bit and leash across the room, Pinkie Pie whispered into the pony’s only unhidden ear. “Remembered what we talked about, time to play our game.”

With that, Pinkie trotted to the still open metal door. She paused at the doorframe and turned her head, “And remember, if you don’t play, you don’t get Angel back!” Pinkie Pie slammed the door behind her, quick to start and end its signature scream, and leaving Twilight in the room with the shy yellow mare.

Finding newfound confidence in the odd threat, the mare spoke with a faint soft voice. “Twilight…”

She finally lifted her head up. Gravity pulled away the pink mane like the curtains to a new show. Sky blue eyes starred up. Shivering irises and tearing corners showing heavy sorrow and terror. The new tears fell down Fluttershy’s face.

“I….I’m sorry…”