Cupcakes: Not Now, Not Ever

by Stormy Dawn

Rating: teen
Tags: Romance, Sad, Dark
Length: 1003

. Rainbow is strapped against the table, almost dying. She had tried to reason with Pinkie, but nothing seemed to work. She only has one option left

Rainbow Dash is strapped to the table in Pinkie's cellar against will. She had tried to reason with Pinkie, but nothing seemed to work. What happens when something comes out of Dash's mouth neither of them saw coming? How Will Pinkie fix what she'd done?

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Just a tiny note: Cupcakes isn't that much of a story I prefer because Rainbow dies and she's one of my favourite characters (and plus, Pinkie's not insane like that in my prespective, so… I made this alternate ending story to make me feel better.

Original Cupcakes by Sergeant Sprinkles!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-02-21 03:10:05 UTC

Forever

"I think I'll wing it now, don't you think?" Pinkie asked with a devilish smile creeping onto her face. My heart pounded through my chest. Pinkie was literally going to kill me. I was going to die, in this scary place.

"Pinkie! P-please!" I shivered. "I-I'll do anything!" I cried. She giggled.

"Oh, Dashie! You're too far gone already!" She said. Pinkie picked up a knife and inched closer to me. I could feel my nose burn and my eyes welled up with tears.

"D-don't do it!" I screamed.

Pinkie ignored me and sliced the knife into my appendage after playing with it.

"AAAHHRG!!!!!" I screamed in pain. Pinkie whacked the knife on my wing over and over again, but it wouldn't snap off, if that's what she wanted.

"Hm, must have forgotten to sharpen it." She mumbled as she tossed it carelessly over her shoulder. She grabbed something sharper and swung it down on my wing bone. My wing. My beautiful wing. It was gone. It snapped off, and Pinkie tossed it on the tray.

She moved to the other side off me and toyed with my other wing.

Tears streamed down my eyes as I looked at what I could see of my dying body.

"HELP ME!" I cried. "SOMEPONY HELP ME!!!" I screamed.

Pinkie giggled. "Oh, Dashie. Nopony can hear you." She giggled again.

She brought the knife down to my wing. Before she cut into it, my mouth talked again.

"WAIT!" I shouted. "I-I..." I gulped. "I LOVE YOU, PINKIE!!!" I shouted. I blushed. At this moment, I wish I could lift my hoof to cover my mouth. The knife came to a halt.

"W-what?" She mumbled. I took a deep breath.

"I said, I love you." I choked back a sob. I felt a tear hit my stomach and the shadow above me dissipated. I heard gentle sobs coming from in front of me.

"Uhh, Pinkie?" I said.

"H-how could y-you love me?" She asked. "After what I put you through!" She sobbed.

"I-I.. I don't know." I answered. "But, if I still love you, it must be really strong." I said. Cheesy? I know. "Not now, not ever will I stop loving you." I said. I felt shuffling in front of me. Before I knew it, my hooves dropped to my sides.

I took deep breaths. I... was alive! I limply tumbled off the table and into pink arms. Her touch was surprisingly gentle. She hugged me.

"I'm so sorry..." She mumbled. "I'm a monster." I looked up at her flushed, tear streamed face.

"You may be a monster in somebody else's eyes," I said. "But to me, you'll always be my best friend." I said. She gave me a surprised look.

"What?" She cried. "I just almost killed you!!!" She shouted.

Alert! 'Bout to get cheesy!

"You saw what was inside of you." I said, almost gagging at my emotional words. "You saw the real Pinkie Pie." I said. "You like me enough to let me go."

I stroked her now strait hair.

"Please don't be sad. I forgive you." I reassured. "I Pinkie promise I won't tell anyone." I smiled.

"But, your wings!" She said. "You only have one! All your dreams!" She cried.

I chuckled. "Honestly, Pinks. I'm just glad I'm alive." She cracked a smile, but it soon disappeared.

"Your cutie marks!" She gasped.

"Transparent thread." I concluded. "You're good at sewing, right?" I asked.

"Mhmm." She replied.

"Good." I said. I opened my surviving wing. I admit it was going to be rough getting used to not flying. I used my wing to drape it around Pinkie. Her mane slowly curled.

I took off her cloak made of cutie marks and her horn necklace. I tossed them aside.

"You're not going to do this again, Right?" I asked.

She burst into tears. "I Pinkie Promise I'll never do any of this ever again!!!" She said though her uncontrollable crying. I smiled. I stared at her eyes. Her strangely pinpoint dilated eyes were normal sized again. She leads down on me and closed the gap between our muzzles.

I closed my eyes  and enjoyed the kiss.  Yeah, I know it sounds crazy I'm kissing my murderer. We parted and my eyes opened.

"Wow...." I mumbled. She giggled her normal, cute, giggle. A shot of pain from my flank rippled through my body.

"Ahh!" I wrenched in pain. I stood up and peered at my flank. I nearly threw up. I glanced back at Pinkie, who was already on her hooves. She raced past me and came back seconds later with a bunch of towels and a needle and thread.

I took a deep breath and let Pinkie do her work, knowing she wouldn't hurt me.

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"There!" She said as she took a step back. I looked at my sewn on cutie marks.

"Not bad!" I said. I also let Pinkie cut off the rest of the nub where my wing was (after she numbed it), which she found quite scary. She then cleaned it and painted it over cyan, the same colour of my coat.

"Thanks." She said. She then tackled me out of nowhere and locked our lips again.

"Mmm." I moaned as her tongue slid into my mouth.

We parted and hugged.

"I'm real glad you saw through to this, you saved the ponies of Ponyville from yourself." I said.

"What are you talking about, Dashie?" She asked. "You totally helped me." She said.

"Awe, shucks, Pinkie." I answered. I gently smiled.

"I believe we have some promises to make." I said. She looked up at me and nodded.

"I promise I will never hurt another living soul." Pinkie said as she saluted. "Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. She said.

"And I, with promise not to tell a single soul about what you have done." I said.

"Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye."

The End