“But daddy, why can’t we let her live?” Pinkamena glazed up at her father with a look of sadness in her face , the old stallion shuffled to a table filled with all sorts of medical tools and without turning his face to look at his daughter, he started preaching “Because if he lives, we starve. That’s the problem with living on a rock farm, we can’t grow crops nor have cattle and we are too far away from a market place, we have no other way to sustain the family, but if we had, I would gladly take it…”
the stallion took a surgeon knife and walked in the direction of a tied and gagged mare that looked at him with an expression of pure horror, he sliced her throat open and made a cut on her stomach region, he proceeded to open the cut and pulled out one of her kidneys, he then threw it in front of the young mare “You haven’t eaten in days, here, eat this…”
Pinkamena starred at the kidney speechless, her father noticed the expression of disgust on her daughter’s face but he also noticed that she was getting skinnier and skinnier by the day, he had to find a way for her to gain the strength to eat the kidney, and so he did “I know it’s tough Pinkie, so how about we find an easier way to do this? Lets make some cupcakes.”
The young Philly’s face changed to one of delight “Cupcakes?” her father smiled back “yes honey, lets bake ourselves some cupcakes, but first we need the ingredients so hand me a hoof here.” Pinkie ran towards the table and picked up a knife with her mouth “Ok papa.”
Approaching the cadaver, she noticed the smell of blood and urine, this scent disgusted her, but she was so very hungry, she needed to eat, so the disgust turned into famine and desperation, this drove her mad, with a loss of control she ran towards the body and started violently ripping out the intestines but was immediately stopped by her father “Careful honey, we can’t damage the organs, they are our ingredients for the cupcakes, try and remove them with care.”
Her hooves were blood stained and her mind broken, but she followed her father’s advice, she began to carefully remove the victim’s digestive system, she dragged the organs towards her father, he then took the organs to the kitchen “Honey!” the stallion exclaimed into the kitchen “How about we try a cupcakes recipe?” the mother gladly agreed.
With a childlike wonder, Pinkie observed her mother baking the organs, she watched every single detail of the recipe, when they were done, she looked at the red cupcakes in front of her with marvel, without hesitation, she began to eat them, the sour taste and chewy texture made her feel warm inside, her hunger was dying down, that smell of blood still in the air, she devoured the cupcakes one by one, it tasted…delicious….
She fell in love with the meat she extracted from the corpses, and soon the young Philly began to hunt on her own for the food she so desperately desired , only the meat could satisfy her need to eat, all she had was the meat and only the meat, if it wasn’t for that she would starve and she hated the feeling of starvation, so she needed meat to survive, and she loved it.
Eventually, she grew tired of the melancholic landscapes that constantly surrounded her, the simple and plain environment where she hunted, it felt like a twisted cycle, a routine of sorts, Pinkie was a festive pony trapped in a depressing dark cage, eating the same food over and over and over and over again, did pony’s from other regions taste the same? Were they even tastier? She needed to know, so when she grew up to be a strong mare, she left the farm, and to Ponyville she went.
Arriving at Ponyville made her feel joy, a new place to explore, more meat to devour, but as time went along she discovered there were other things to eat, candy, sugar and her beloved cupcakes.
All this variation in food made her want to experience all the different joys, the different flavors, she even started living in a bakery so that she could eat all the candy she wanted, candy was different, it had a sweet innocent taste to it, the strong scents were not present, it was refreshing, the pink haired mare fell in love with sweets and parties, parties were sweet, so she threw parties, her lost childhood found a path once again, she was a child again experiencing what she could never experience, she even managed to make some friends.
During one of her parties she accidently bit her tongue, there it was, that sour taste again, nostalgia came back and it hit her like a brick, she looked around at her friends, a her new found cattle, she attributed numbers for them all, and it would play like a lottery, that’s it, like a lottery because she loved games, twisted, sick, fucked up games and so it was time to start the lottery, a number came out, it was a new mare in town, what would be her taste Pinkie wondered.
She then proceeded as her parent’s used to proceed, she lured the mare in and knocked her out, she dragged the mare to the basement and strapped her to a table and she did what she knew best, she sliced the mare open with a knife and removed all the organs, there it was, the scent of piss and blood, the wonderful taste of tears, oh how she loved it, why did she ever leave this life? It was wonderful, the feeling of killing was magnificent, the smell, the taste, the feel, Pinkie was absolutely dazzled, her fun ended sooner than she expected, there it was all the ingredients, so she began to bake the cupcakes her mother used to bake, but what would she do with the body? Maybe she could use it to decorate the basement, it was too depressing, it need light and festivity, and why not? After all, life is a party, and that’s what she wrote with the left over blood in a banner “Life is a party.”
Hiding amongst the citizens of ponyville, the psychopathic mare quenched her hunger, killing one by one the innocent people, Phillies and mares alike, she kidnaped them and ate them, the wonderful recipe she had learned from her mother and nothing would stop her, nopony knew, nopony would guess, her disguise was perfect, even when a friend’s number was drawn, she gladly killed them, just so she could pass through all those wonderful feelings over and over again.
That’s how it all began, that’s how her decent into madness started, and who could blame her? The poor mare doesn’t know any better, what can she do? Besides she does it with pleasure and we should look at it with a smile on our faces, death is like a festivity, there is food and decorations and feelings of joy and felicity, but after all Life really is one heck of a party….
