Author's Note

Warning. This chapter is grim-dark. Not OVERLY grim-dark but... Well, kind of. I could had done a lot worse, but, eh... Just thought I'd warn you this chapter contains scenes of a twisted nature.

Re-edited on 09/06/2014 for corrections and added content.

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2 Years, 2 Months, 2 Hours, and 2 Minutes Ago.

Pinkie Pie hummed as she trotted around the dinner table, merrily adjusting the cutlery that was arranged before the seated Rarity, who was unfortunately bound to the furniture and gagged to restrain her cries for help.

With a rather unexpected pout, Pinkie moved to inspect Rarity’s forehead and the bloodied bandage that was wrapped around it.

“I’m reaaaaaaaaaaal sorry about that Rarity, but the thing is I did not want you to ruin the party with that magic of yours! I hope you don’t mind—I am SURE you won’t! After all, this is going to be the bestest best party feast that ever did bested the entirety of feasty bestedom!” She blinked and then placed a hoof to her lips, “I’m not quite sure if that is a word, but, hey! It is now!”

The bloodshot, despair filled eyes of Rarity only remained upon the large, oval silver platter in the centre of the table, her helpless whimpering muffled by one of her own designer pieces wrapped tight about her muzzle.

Gently, Rarity shook her head, still completely in denial that this was ever happening.

“I’m sorry? Did you say something?”

“Mmmmphm—mpphhmph! Mmmphmmmph!.”

“Huh? That’s not a language!”

“MMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHHHH!”

“Oh, wait! Silly me, I forgot you can’t speak through fabric like the rest of us. Duuuuuuh! Well. Then again if you could do that, I would probably be forced to cut off your tongue or something to shut you up,” Pinkie shrugged, “but that would make no sense, really. You would still be able to make some kind of noise even if I did do that… Heck, you might even choke on your own blood…”

Pinkie Pie gasped dramatically, “Mmmmmmaybe I should had just cut your vocal chords? That way there is NO way you could possible make a noise! Hey, that isn't a bad idea! I need to remember that one for future parties.”

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”

A sad frown came to Pinkie’s lips, “You... Don’t want to have a party?”

Rarity wept and nodded, looking at Pinkie with pleading, hopeful eyes.

“But… But I thought we were friends...” Pinkie’s hair deflated as if it filled with air one moment, then not the next.

Casually, Pinkie walked to the other end of the table and sat down, her eyes upon the platter as she spoke forlornly, “You know… When your number came up for the party, I almost tore it up. Because… Because, I wanted to just throw you an old, regular party, you know? Not one of my super duper special awesome amazing parties where you have the best time of your life... Just the ones where you don’t go to sleep, you know?”

Pinkie Pie continued to speak, even as Rarity wailed red faced into the gag, “you’re such a great friend… And… And… I’m real sorry,” she indicated a hoof to the silver platter casually, “it’s not great and I am pretty sure you are not going to eat it because it is not exactly what we ponies normally eat... But!” She brightened instantly, her hair bouncing back to its poufy normalcy as her voice broke out into its usual hyperactive glee, “I spent all day making it so I am SURE you will love it, Rarity!”

Bounding from the chair, she bounced her way over to Rarity and with a simple swipe of the hoof, pushed the gag from the mare’s mouth.

“Now, just so you know, I am doing this because first of all you can’t eat with a gag on. That would be impossible. And secondly, I can’t talk to you properly if you got it on... But, you haaaaaaaave to promise me that you won't scream,” Pinkie lost her smile, her gaze suddenly serious, and her tone deadly, “because if you do scream, Rarity, the party will end quickly. And I don’t like quick parties, because that way I don’t get any fun out of it. Do you understand, Rarity?”

“P-Pinkie… Wh-what have you done w-with, Sw-sweetie Belle?”

Pinkie Pie slammed her hooves down onto the table, causing the cutlery to rustle out of their carefully placed positions and Rarity to jump and yelp in fright.

The pink mare leaned in close with wide, manic eyes and sneered a smile as she half whispered, half shouted into Rarity’s cringing face, “What did I say about shouting?”

Rarity wept harder, “P-pleeaase… Wh-why are you doing this?”

“Your number came up,” Pinkie Pie tilted her head to one side confusedly, “I thought we established that already.”

“Where’s Sweetie, Pinkie? Wh-what have you done to her? I-if you’ve hurt her I’ll—”

Nonchalantly she interrupted as she rearranged the disturbed cutlery after her outburst into their intended positions “I played with her in her own party, of course.”

“W-w-w-what?”

“A private party, you know? One-on-one, super secret private party between me and Sweetie Belle.”

“... I-I don’t understa—”

“Have you you got some kind of gooey thing in your ears stopping you from understanding what it is I am trying to say, Rarity? I said I played with her in her own special party. A very, very private party...”

Rarity stared, dumbfounded, “Y-you, did not do what I think you did, right, Pinkie?”

“I only played with her for a couple of hours you know—”

“You evil! Twisted—”

“You WERE out cold for a very, VERY long time you know. I got pretty bored waiting, okay?” Pinkie Pie rolled her eyes at Rarity, as she thrashed violently in the chair, “Rarity, you can’t get out of that chair. I’m pretty good at knots aby now. Lots, and lots of practice. In fact, my sister Maud showed me my very first knot when I was just a little filly. About the same age as Sweetie Belle now that I think about—”

“YOU RAPED MY LITTLE SISTER!”

“Sorry about that,” the pink mare shrugged nonchalantly, “though that’s just a nasty word to describe what happened. I like to call them private parties. Much less icky sounding.”

“When I get out of this chair I’m going to—”

“Wow, Rarity, that tap on the head was a bit harder than I thought it was… You’re acting all kinds of mean! Although... I needed to do something to put you to sleep so I could remove your horn. I didn’t have any poisons to hoof so I had to make do with a sewing machine to the back of the head...” Pinkie glanced over to the broken machine in the corner of the kitchen, “sorry about that.”

The fashionista gasped, “What… Wh-what did you just say?”

Pinkie Pie pointedly ignored her, “I got kinda bored waiting, okay? Can you blame a mare who has had little to no sex in a while? And fillies are always the bestest of things to play with at private parties. They’re so innocent at first, but they learn, really, really quickly. Sweetie Belle was almost a natural!”

Rarity became deathly quiet as she stared at the table, absorbing all the information she certainly did not want to hear in regards to what happened between them.

“She was actually quite talented you know,” Pinkie continued, searching Rarity’s face for signs of a reaction, “the things she did with her tongue... Maybe being good with the tongue runs in the family, huh? You certainly don’t shut up when it comes to gossip so it makes me wonder... How good are you with your tongue, Rarity...”

Licking her lips at such a prospect, Pinkie Pie shuddered with a piercing groan, regarding the silver platter with a tilt of a brow, “besides, what did you think I was baking all day? She left such a mess as well! Took me hours to clean it all up—such a messy filly! You should have taught her to clean up after herself, you know…” Pinkie Pie blinked, “well... that is difficult after one of my parties, though. Ponies always do make pretty big messes.”

“My… Horn…?”

“Yep! You haven’t seen it yet have you? Here, let me show you,” Pinkie Pie produced a hoof mirror seemingly out of nowhere and thrusted it close to Rarity’s hollow eyes, “see?”

Rarity’s cry caught in her throat as her teeth clamping shut on her lower lip, she restrain a scream within her throat as her flow of tears renewed itself in its unrelenting fervor.

“Sorry, Rarity, but I had to do it. You would had ruined the party otherwise…” She frowned and moved to Rarity for a long, loving hug, “it is okay, Rarity don’t cry. Once the party is over, you can rest for alllllllllll eternity.”

“B…Baked?” Rarity drew her eyes to the platter, but this time, dreading what was underneath. “Where’s… Where’s Sweetie Belle?”

“Oh! Yes! Do you want to start the party now? That’s great! Here’s your hat,” she slipped a party hat onto Rarity’s head and turned, reaching out with her mouth to remove the lid from the platter with an over excited: “TA DA!”

Rarity’s eyes widened impossibly wide as they swirled with disgust and horror. She screamed at the sight and quickly tore her head away as her body convulsed erratically against her bonds.

There before her on the silver platter was none other than her sister, Sweetie Belle, or what was left of her. The young dead filly was neatly separated up into traditional cuts of meat, whereby the legs, the ribs, fillet, offal cuts and the rump were all neatly arranged and perfectly cooked to perfection in a rather beautiful and culinary arrangement… Except Sweetie Belle’s head that was just sort of left uncooked and somewhat perched haphazardly on top of the display wearing a pink party hat.

Rarity’s scream was short lived as Pinkie leaned over and simply struck her across the face with a hoof, looking down at the mare with a rather menacing expression, her hair depoufifying once again as she spoke in a dark and sinister tone.

“Rarity... What did I say? No, screaming. Or the party ends for you, right, now. Kay?" Pinkie beamed suddenly as she glanced back to the platter, "now then, let’s eat! It’s going to go cold.”

The fashionista dry heaved at the notion. “E…Eat…?”

“Well duh! Why else would I cook this scrumptious meal for this super special awesome party for you, Rarity?”

That was the last straw for Rarity. She could no longer contain the bile rising up in her throat and with a wretch, the contents of her stomach flooded her gullet and then threw up all over herself.

“Eesh, I know I ain’t that good of a cook but you didn’t have to go that far!”

The pink mare leant over towards the tray of meat and plucked a good piece of rump with her teeth as Rarity coughed and heaved, “Thish ish the fillet, twy itsh!” She turned back to offer the shard to Rarity, who only spluttered and gagged as she turned her head away from it, her lips tightening together to prevent Pinkie Pie from force feeding her.

Pinkie Pie dropped the meat as she opened her mouth to fully complain at Rarity’s improper table manners, “Rarity! How rude! That is no way to treat a friend’s generosity like that! I mean look at this mess! Do you even know what I do to ponies that don’t enjoy my super special awesome parties and the things I do to them?!”

Rarity shook her head, opening her mouth only slightly to plead with her supposed friend, as saliva and vomit drooled down her chin and oozed from her nostrils.

“Pinkie… P-pleaaaaaaaaaaase!”

“They get a sad face. And I don’t like sad faces because sad faces makes for a sad Pinkie, and a sad Pinkie means an angry Pinkie…” The tone in her voice shifted, “and an angry Pinkie means dead ponies!”

“Oh, somepony, please help me!”

“And dead ponies get eaten—so you have two choices, Rarity. You either shut the buck up and accept my hard work and eat this lovely meal I prepared for you with your sister, or, if you want I can cut you up right here and now and eat you up. And guess what?”

Pinkie Pie leant in for a whisper close to Rarity’s twitching left ear, “I’ll do it when you’re alive, too.”

Rarity stared wide eyed as she hyperventilated, regarding the platter of gore that was once her precious little Belle and then back to Pinkie Pie whom only glared bloody murder at her.

Rarity had no choice. If she played along and did what she was told, then maybe—just maybe she could get out of this alive…

Maybe if she gave Pinkie what she wanted, her life would be spared.

With a simple nod, Rarity closed her eyes. “O-Okay…” and opened her mouth with trembling lips.

“See?” Pinkie Pie squealed merrily, “Now that wasn't so hard now was it?”

Once again the pink mare leaned over to pluck another shred of meat from the platter and offered it over towards Rarity.

Casually Pinkie deposited it into the waiting orifice and watched with a kind of twisted satisfaction as the perfectly cooked medium rare slice of the fashionista’s sister was situated between the mare’s jaws that awaited to be chewed.

For the longest time, Rarity trembled and gagged; though eventually, closed her mouth about the sliver of meat, sucked it into her mouth with a slurp and chewed, weeping helplessly as the bloodied juices flooded her mouth with each and every stomach wrenching chomp.

“How does it taste? Is it good? I hope it seasoned it enough. Maybe more pepper?”

Rarity, nodded, chewing slowly as she kept her eyelids clenched tightly together.

“Swallow it.”

Rarity trembled as she opened her tear filled eyes up at the ceiling in despair at the demand.

“I said, SWALLOW IT.”

Rarity shook her head, weeping with a full mouth as a trickle of saliva and cooked meaty juices escaped from the corners of her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and her body shuddered as she struggled against the revolting, cold, squirming sensation in the pits of her being creeping up her neck.

“I understand why you won’t, Rarity. She is after all your sister… I suppose eating her out in this way just won’t do, huh? But don’t worry, Rarity, I get it. You just don’t appreciate what I’ve done for you.”

Pinkie Pie moved to the other end of the kitchen, searching through the draws as she lost her smile, “I really don’t like it when my so called friends throws back all of my hard work in my face like that... but, it’s fine! Because now we’re no longer friends. So I don’t have to continue this charade anymore... And if I don’t have to throw a party for you, it means I don’t have to keep you alive either.”

Rarity could no longer contain the contents of her nigh on empty stomach and simply threw up once again, spilling bile and the shred of her sister she had been chewing on for the longest time into her lap, spluttering in her cries of disgusted desperation.

Pinkie Pie found what she was looking for.

A draw full of knives.

The pink mare smiled maddeningly.

“And guess what is for desert?” She turned her head slowly towards Rarity, the pink mare’s eyes widening as her pupils shrank to pinpricks, “ever had an Opalescence cupcake before? I am going to bake a batch of Rarity themed ones soon, but I don't think you'll be around to try them, as I need to source some special ingredients from inside of your body to make them.”