Disclaimer: This story contains strong violence, brutality, gore, adult themes and other content in no way suitable for minors. There is absolutely no way in hell anyone who isnt of age should read this. Also a strong stomach is required, as is an actual appreciation for grimdark themes. Secondarily i am a huge MLP fan, and in fact Rainbow Dash is one of my favourite ponies. I still like grimdark and i still like Cupcakes. Incidentally this story is derivative of sergeant sprinkles cupcakes. In fact, i consider it an homage. Finally, i haven't written in years, so don't expect Shakespeare.
With a dollop of icing spooned onto the freshly baked cupcake, it gleamed brightly under the pink land ponies proud gaze. The hard worker that she was, she was putting her all into this years cupcake season. Ponies would flock to her cake stalls for sweet and fresh produce from Sugarcube Corner by the dozen. It was absolutely critical that she baked the most delicious cupcakes she ever made because she couldn't wait to share them with everypony. Entranced within her labour of love, she masterfully administered the crystalline sprinkles to each cake. Their impressive shine would surely impress even Rarity. With the first batch completed, the pony placed the palette on the conveyor belt, content she had created her best baking yet.
There was a knock at the door, to which pinkie turned instantly. It was a little early for customers, could it be somepony just couldn't wait any longer? Bounding her way to the door excitedly, she turned the handle with her hoof, her big pinkie smile greeting whoever it was.
"Oh hey Pinkie, just out for my awesome early morning flight... Then i thought, cool moves like this, call for some sweet racing fuel. I can't be running on empty." Rainbow Dash said.
"Oh Dashie! I know it, don't you worry! Come on in, I'll get some sugary goodness to fill you right up!" Pinkie replied.
Dashie crossed into the room, looking around at all of the boxes piled up and general mess everywhere. She knew Pinkie was working extra hard this month to prepare for cupcake season, so it didn't surprise her.
"You know, i think for one of my bestest friends, i think only the freshest will do! Come on, downstairs, downstairs!" Pinkie tunefully exclaimed, nudging Dashie.
Rainbow Dash let Pinkie lead the way as she entered a part of the Sugarcube Corner she very rarely sees. This was the factory where the cakes were made, decorated and packaged. Surrounding her were conveyor belts, vats and machines filled with ingredients. There were also plenty of traditional tools like piping bags and rolling pins on Pinkies own workspace, which was covered in flour. Pinkie seemed to be looking around for the cake that she wanted to give Dashie.
Dashie decided that she would help look too. However, Dashie turned around too quickly, her wing tumbling a large bag. It's contents, were concentrated ginger root powder. The bag was spilling all of the lethally spicy stuff into the vat of cake batter. Trying to reach the bag desperately, Dashie grabbed what now was, an empty bag. The vat, containing the remaining batter for the other batches of cakes had turned darker and a burning smell eminated from it. Pinkie turned to Dashie suddenly, sniffing the air.
"...What is that? Do you smell that?" Pinkie asked.
"...Smell what? I don't smell anything." Rainbow Dash replied, nervously.
Pinkie shrugged and dove back into the pile of boxes she was looking through. Dashies mind was racing to try and think what to do, throwing the bag behind the conveyor, watching in horror as the powder was mixed in. It was going to be terrible when Pinkie served these cakes to the ponies of ponyville.
"Oh, you know what? I'll just take one from straight out of the oven."
Pinkie stuck her hoof over the conveyor belt and grabbed one of the cupcake palettes that was making its way to wrapping. Pinkie carefully applied some icing with her spoon and then the sprinkles as before, as Dashie watched, mouth watering. She placed one of the cakes in Dashies hoof. It felt pretty warm and soft, like it was barely out the oven. It looked so beautiful and appetizing, Dashie had to take a bite. Without even saying anything she simply took a big bite out of it. Her eyes closed as she savoured the batter breaking apart in her mouth, her blissful expression only breaking when she tried to offer her compliments. She would have, if Pinkies hoof wasn't prodded firmly onto her lips.
"You don't need to say anything Dashie. I can tell from big grin!"
Pinkie embraced Dashie warmly, her hooves in the small of her back and her face on her chest. Suddenly Dashie was beginning to feel guilty. She had to get out. Now off the ground, Dashie turned to Pinkie, barely able to speak as Pinkie looked up at her from a confused heap on the floor.
"Pinkie...i have to go..."
Those words echoed in her mind that night as she tried to sleep. She couldn't bring herself to admit to what she had did. She had spoiled cupcake season for everyone and worse, killed Pinkies business. She was annoyed at herself though, because it was just an accident, she didn't mean to do it. She wondered why it felt so bad, when it wasn't her fault.
The days dragged by as the normally energetic Dashie stayed locked in her cloud home, spending her nights trying to think about how to apologize, as she wasn't used to it. Finally she decided that she should stop moping over an accident and just explain what happened, even if that meant apologizing. It took all the strength she had, but she knew she had to try and help Pinkie, for friendship and loyalty.
Now flying, her eyes tearing a bit in the harsh winds as she cut through the clouds in an emotional flight. She was psyching herself up, flying in loops and going as fast as she dared. In an instant she felt it, the spectrum itself, shattering under her speed, reverberating around her in a circular rainbow with a thundering crash. Carried in her own slipstream, Dash tumbled through the air, clearly failing to focus. She was out of control and losing height rapidly. She spotted Pinkies house and began to focus on what she had to do. Her wings compensated for her momentum and she stopped spinning. Finally she began to regain her balance and circled around Pinkies house. She landed with ease, a few feet from her door. For as long as her walk of shame felt, it could have been a mile. It was not in her nature to apologize, but she had decided she needed to do it. She was keeping a watchful eye out to ensure noone could see her in her moment of weakness. Her surprisingly sheepish hoof made startlingly thunderous knocks. There was a long pause of not but silence, for what seemed longer for Rainbow Dash as she dreaded seeing her friend upset. Suddenly some clanging was heard from within Sugarcube corner and it got gradually louder. Suddenly Pinkie Pie appeared to meet Dashies guilt stricken face. She appeared to have a pot on her head.
"Oh, Dashie! I'm SO glad to see you! You know i wanted to talk with you ALL DAY about those cakes you helped me make!"
She grabbed Rainbow Dash and pulled her into the room, closing the door. She didn't seem outwardly upset at all. She was her normal hyper bubbly self, which confused Dashie greatly.
"How ya doin Dashie? You look like such a wet blanket today! Did you kick one of your clouds from the bottom by accident?" Pinkie joked.
Rainbow was fiddling with her hooves, in an unusual display of nervousness. It felt so akward and humiliating for her to have to do this and she was having trouble getting it out when Pinkie was talking constantly. She didn't like feeling like this, so she had to just blurt it out.
"Listen, I put the ginger in the cakes. It was a complete accident! I knocked the sack and-"
Pinkies hoof met Dashies mouth like several days before. Dashie had been looking at her own hooves the whole time, but she looked up at Pinkies, going cross eyed.The air in the room seemed to get heavier and thicker with every breath Dash took as if the factory was inside a giant plastic bag. Pinkies expression was rather blank as Dashie got what she had to get off her mind, out in the open. Then she simply giggled.
"Oh Dashie! Don't be so modest! I know you tried your very best for me. I know you wanted to make the most delicious cakes for your best bud-day Pinkie Pie! Just you need a little practice, that's all. But i like your style Dashie! And I'd be honoured to have you as my apprentice! In fact, i was baking this batch of cupcakes right over here for you when you accepted. I know you'd love to bake with me as much as i love spending time with you! Whaddaya say Dashie, this sound like a good time to you?"
Dashies expression was that of disbelief as Pinkie erupted into one of her trademark hyper non stop speeches. She didn't seem affected by this at all. One thing was for sure, Pinkie sure seemed to be taking it all well. She knew that she was out of the hot water and sighed, a smile finally returning to her face. It didn't seem that Pinkie understood Dashies original intentions, but it didn't seem to matter. Dashie didn't have to apologize after all, as she had forgotten Pinkie Pie liked spicy food. It just so happened that her customers didn't.
"You know, that sounds like a really nice idea Pinkie, I think I'd love to!"
Dashie picked up one of the cupcakes Pinkie had brought over and took a big bite into it. Her guilt was melting away like the batter in her mouth. Pinkie Pie jumped up onto her hind legs and raised her hoof into the air.
"Yeah! I just knew you'd love it!"
Pinkie put the pot on her head away as Dashie nommed on the cupcake. Dashie was licking her lips as the creamy icing got onto them. She couldn't deny Pinkie was good at what she does.
"I'm going to teach you absolutely everything i know Dashie! We're going to reopen Sugercube corner and make a new line of rainbow cakes! All of your fans can eat them and feel like their having dinner with you! Or is that having you for dinner? I dunno, but it'll be awesome!"
Dashie didn't know quite how to react to Pinkies ideas, but it certainly didn't seem like she was being any less random than usual. Unfortunately though, Dashie had began to feel rather lethargic all of a sudden.Pinkie had began to notice that the tranquilizers in the cupcake were taking effect and approached Dashie.
"Oh Dashie, you look like you could use a lie down! I'll take you to my basement and we'll get you all snug and comfy. Now don't you worry cause Pinkie Pie will take care of everythin!"
Dashie almost looked like she'd had too much cider. Bearing a confused expression her mind began to gradually become more and more distant from reality. All of Pinkies monologue began to get fainter and run together as she listened.
"Y-yeah, that sounds...nice..."
Swimming in and out of consciousness, the room began to turn and buckle as she looked around. It was getting a bit too much for her, as she eventually fell on her side, knocked clean out by the drug.
Amidst the darkness of unconsciousness, Dashies body was being dragged down the stairs to the basement.
"Oh, your SUCH a sleepyhead Dashie, how am i ever going to lick you into shape? Hehe, lick. I like that word. Lllllick."
Pinkie heaved Dashies unresponsive body onto the metal adjustable work surface in the factory she used to do baking. It had recently been adapted so that it had leather straps, which were tightly wrapped around each of Dashies hooves. She was held tightly, with her legs apart and arms apart, the table angled up so she could look around when she woke up. Pinkie was meanwhile wheeling a cart to and fro, collecting tools and ingredients for Dashies training. A faint moaning escaped Dashies mouth as she very gradually began to come back to reality. Her head had a pulsating pain that was dull and stinging. Her eyes were open but she could only see blackness, until her optical systems started to function once more, the room fading into view. Looking around her, her head felt impossibly heavy and she could only move it slightly. She had no idea where she was or how she got here as she squinted weakly at her surroundings.
All was as normal in Pinkie pies sweet and baked goods factory. The area had boxes of stock, conveyor belts and machines for producing and wrapping candy of all forms. It took a while for Dashies eyes to adjust to the light, as she gazed groggily around. Suddenly Pinkie jumped up from below, scaring Dashie half to death.
"My my Dashie! Sleepin in on your very first day of work! What will i do with you? You're a good friend though, and i just know you'll want to say your sorry and it'll all be okay. The sooner we get to work, the better Dashie, there be apple tarts we need to be makun. That was Applejack, funny right?"
Rainbow Dash went to try and lift her hoof to scratch her nose, but found that she couldn't. Groggily looking over, as the room still turned slightly around her, she saw that it was held by leather, tightly strapped down. Another confused murmur escaped her mouth as she tried to turn once again, seeing Pinkie. She tried to form words as she looked at her blearily.
"Oh Dashie...! Sleepy Dashie, i cant understand a word your saying. It isn't a very good apology if i cant HEAR it." Pinkie said with a fleeting threatening tone
Dashies eyes stopped wandering as she began to comprehend better what was being said. She hadn't managed to identify what was going on yet but her lips began to behave themselves too, forming syllables.
"B-but.... I am sorry. I said i was sorry... I mean i meant to say i...I didn't mean it, the ginger fell and uh...Unghh....W-wait...Why am i... I cant move...Pinkie why have you tied me down?"
Pinkie Pie just smiled and shook her head. She had noticed her friend had fully recovered from the drug.
"Dashie, you've got so much to learn. While you were having a nap, i decided just to sit you up and get you ready for your training. You should have a great view from there! Besides, i don't want you falling asleep again when we're working!"
Pinkie rolled her trolley up towards rainbow dash, parking it by her side. Dashie was growing more and more confused by the second. She knew Pinkie for erratic behaviour, but this was pushing it.
"What I've done, is I've prepared some fresh dough to work with so we can try and make a yummy dashie cake together."
As she said "dough", she prodded Dashies stomach with her hoof and tickled her tummy and underarms a bit. Dashie couldn't help but grin and giggle a little bit as she did this. She was beginning to think this was all just a joke.
"We're gonna make a yummy giggly Dashie cake, just as cool as you!"
Pinkie prodded and tickled Dashes hooves as she began to laugh more openly, her cheeks reddening having been placed in such a compromising position.
"Hey now, cut it out, stop it...Phew. Ok Pinkie, you certainly got me back for messing up your cupcakes. Can you help me with these straps? Their a little bit tight."
"Oh Dashie, I'm not mad about that, that isn't what this is about. I told you, I'm gonna make you the awesome baker i know you can be!"
Rainbow Dash really didn't understand why Pinkie was keeping her strapped down like this, but whatever it was, it sure seemed like her intentions were harmless. If her hooves being tickled was the worst that may happen, it could be fun, even if it was a little weird.
"Well...Okay, i guess i owe you this...Whatever this is."
"Now do you know why i tickled your tummy and hooves? It's because the number one ingredient in any yummy baking is a big smile! And with a sprinkling of giggles, we're well on our way!"
Pinkie stopped tickling Dashie for a moment while she started to look around.
"Oh now where is my whisk? The mixture is so lumpy on my hooves. Needs more giggles and a bit of elbow grease for a good firm beating!"
Pinkie Pie seemed to have found the spoon, but instead produced what appeared to be a studded leather belt.
"Uhhh...Pinkie...?"
"Of course, this is no ordinary cake Dashie, so i got custom on our tools for our new business!"
With that Pinkie lashed at Rainbow Dash's chest and side with the belt, slapping it firmly on her hide. The belt snapped dramatically as it made contact. Dashie oofed as the belt hit her each time, letting out a moaning and exaggerated "Owwww."
"What was that for? Ok Pinkie, come on, it was kinda funny but enough is enough. Come on, let me down."
"Oh Dashie would you get with the program already? Your dough is all lumpy. I cant work like this. Now just calm down and I'll show you what we do."
With that Pinkie raised the belt again, whipping Rainbow Dash across the chest , the belt curving in the air and smacking her flank as it kissed it. With every hit, the pain became greater as Dashies flesh became more tender. The blue flank began to redden as Pinkie Pie continued to whip Dashie. All the while Dashie was yelling out angrily. Pinkie Pie then doubled the belt up and smacked Dashie clean across the face with it. She bounded to her side and glared at her.
"Would you stop making such a fuss? We haven't even started yet and your complaining about me. Do you ever stop and think how that makes me feel?"
Dashie was finding herself surprisingly speechless right now, as one of her best friends had her tied down and was beating her up. Now that she thinks, she remembers seeing that Pinkie had the shop closed, and the basement door was locked tight. It seemed that Pinkie had been careful to make sure that she had some alone time with her today. Through the pain of what Pinkie was doing to her, she was trying to think of how she could convince Pinkie to let her go. She seemed to be under some evil magic spell or something. The question was, what hurt Dashie more, the whipping or the prospect of swallowing her ego and begging? Pinkie doubled the belt up again and moved closer to Dashie. From here she was able to perform harder and more painful hits. She was focusing on Dashies chest and stomach mostly, which by now had red linear marks criss crossing it. The belt again came down, its studs biting slightly into Dashie enough to leave little circles where they all were on the lines on her stomach. Dashie was made of tough stuff however, and her ego was starting to show through again.
"I don't know what your doing Pinkie, but you'll have to do better than that. It doesn't hurt at all..." Dashie remarked
Even as Dashie said it, it sounded stupid to her. It was however completely down to her nature. She always strived to meet adversity head on and never show weakness.
"Hurt you Dashie? The last thing i want to do is hurt you Dashie! Your my bestest bestest friend..."
Pinkie played with Dashies cheeks as she said it, smiling into her, patting her sore tummy. She then backed off again, brandishing the belt. Pinkie pie played with the belt in her hooves like she was playing charades, miming a tug of war.
"You gotta use a good bit of force when your beating your mixture Dashie, that's pretty important! We want to make sure our mixture is nice and smooth before we can carry on."
Pinkie Pie suddenly dropped the belt and held her hooves to her face in shock.
"Oh, hold on! Oh Dashie I'm so embarrassed... In all the excitement i forgot some of the most important ingredients! You need butter!"
Pinkie Pie picked up the butter holder not to far away and held the bare butter in her hooves.
"Open wide Dashie!"
Dashie had a horrified look on her face as Pinkie came at her with the butter. She kept her mouth firmly shut, with no intention of opening her mouth.
"Oh so we're going to play games? I like games too. Sometimes i like to see how long i can hold my breath."
Pinkie grabbed Dashies face, her hoof bunging up Dashies nostrils. As the seconds ticked by Pinkie and Dashie locked gazes as Pinkies expression went from happy and bubbly to dead and emotionless. Inevitably Dashie gasped for air, at which point Pinkie violently crammed the butter down her throat, removing her other hoof. Dashie retched, trying to lift herself off of the table and spit it out. Pinkie then used her hooves to keep Dashies jaws shut, smooshing her cheeks about.
"We use a folding motion to mix the butter in, like so Dashie. I hope your paying attention."
Dashies mouth was filled from the oily greasy butter, the richness of which was rather difficult to keep down. She knew with Pinkies hoof there if she did bring it up, she would simply have to get it back down, so it would be better to resist vomiting. Dashies eyes were closed in concentration as she did attempt to resist it. When Pinkie was satisfied that it had went down, she removed her hoof. Dashie gagged, a trickle of her saliva slipping from her lips, which had an oily coating from the butter. Dashie reopened her eyes and squinted around, looking for Pinkie. Lunging at her from behind, Pinkie opened Dashies jaw wide and crammed something down her throat. It was crunchy, but was filled with oozing liquid with a floating solid. Dashie again struggled to spit it out but Pinkie kept her hoof firm into Dashies face. It tasted absolutely putrid and she was having difficulty swallowing it from the crunchy fragments. It was taking all of her strength not to bring it up as she focused on swallowing. It was either that, or savour it, for it wasn't leaving her mouth.
"You're causing such a fuss Dashie, your putting me off! I forgot to add some fresh raw egg, which is important for consistency."
Pinkie kneaded Dashies tummy as if she was folding in the eggs and the butter as Dashie looked down at her, bewildered and frightened. It was clear to her that Pinkie had in fact lost her mind. The rich buttery flavour in her mouth with the sickening goopy egg was deeply unpleasant. Pinkie then produced a bottle of water. Of course, cakes needed water. Dashie opened her mouth very willingly this time as Pinkie poured it in. The flavour gradually disappeared as Pinkie emptied it into the pegasus pony. She dreaded to think where all this was going, but she was thankful for small mercies. Pinkie continued to work her hooves into Dashies stomach and around her chest. It felt incredibly disturbing to be touched so intimately by her friend like she wasn't a living being, rather just a lump of dough in a bakery.
"Pinkie, i don't know what's wrong with you, but you need help. I can get help for you, you just need to let me go okay?"
"But Dashie, your Dashie cakes are going to be so yummy!" Pinkie replied
Just then, Dashie spotted something in Pinkies hand. It appeared to be a razor blade. Immediately, Dashies blood ran ice cold. Struggling desperately against her bonds, Dashie cried out as loudly as she could, in complete panic.
"Now we need to cut it up a bit, alright. What? You really don't look like your feeling this Dashie." Pinkie said, sounding disappointed.
Rainbow Dash gasped, feeling like it might be possible that Pinkie is snapping out of it. More than anything else she just wished she was anywhere but in this house. If she could leave she would fly, and never stop flying. Pinkie shoved the nozzle of an aerosol can in Dashies mouth and panic filled her again. But it started to dispense sweet cream, as it sprayed inside her mouth.
"Here, have some of this stuff, it always puts a smile on my face!"
Pinkie let it run in Dashies mouth, who was starting to feel rather full at this point. Though for the flavours shes had in her mouth, it tasted like heaven. Pinkie took the can out and threw it away. Pinkie paced to the other end of the room, leaving Dashie licking her lips of the tasty mixture. She wasn't in the right mindset to appreciate it, being rather close to tears from the sheer uncertainty of the situation and the prospect of being cut up. Pinkie was now holding what looked like the belt from before, but it looked longer and narrower.
"Though what's the use in cream if it hasn't been whipped, right Dashie?"
Pinkie approached dashie with it, dangling its length across her body. She would stroke its taut, firm leather texture across Dashies legs to her chest.
"You know though, i think your learning already! Your such a lazybones normally, doing everything you can to get out of a days hard work! But now, your not complaining, your not moaning and your not begging..." Pinkie noted
Dashie had of course considered all of that, but it was seeming more that Pinkie really wanted to hear her to apologize, beg for forgiveness and grovel for her mercy. This desire of Pinkies made it even harder to for Dashie to commit to it. The last thing she could have held on to was that she was defying Pinkie by begging and going against her wishes. But now that she held a long leather whip and by the tone of her voice it seemed to be exactly what she wanted. Pinkie took a few steps back, snapping the whip at her side so that it unraveled completely. With her left hoof she folded it in two, turning her right hoof with the whip parallel to Dashies torso. With a quick step forward she let the whip fly, unfolding itself and snapping loudly in a diagonal line across Dashies chest. Dashie winced as it made contact, a bit of a jolt in reaction to the pain. Pinkie gathered the whip up once more, stepping around Dashie like a predator stalking its prey. Lashing out again, the whip landed on Dashies neck. When Pinkie tried to pull it back, Dashie began to choke.
"Oh, it looks like I'm a little rusty! You know it's just like the games on Nightmare Night, it's all about the flick of the wrist and getting on target. I'm sure you'd be better at it than me Dashie."
"Oh i don't know Pinkie, why don't we switch places and we'll see?" Dashie choked
Dashie was half keeping up her defiant image and half hoping that Pinkie would actually fall for it. Considering Pinkies deranged state of mind it couldn't hurt to try. Pinkie removed the whip from Dashies neck, much to her relief. It was short lived however as Pinkie brandished the whip once more, whipping straight across Dashies stomach. The whip bit her flank painfully on each successive strike, the force of each one strong enough to make Dashie jump and flap her wings. Pinkie then started to get the hang of it and whipped Dashie harder, the force causing little sections of Dashies flesh to weep blood, where the whip had broken the skin. By now Dashie was audibly moaning on each hit, her wings spreading and trying to protect her torso.
"C'mon Dashie, keep your wings out of the road! This cream wont whip itself you silly pony!"
Frustratedly, Pinkie raised Dashies hooves up so the table was at a dramatic incline, Rainbow Dashes hair on the floor.
"Oh forget it, I always thought your wings were beautiful. So now i can finally have them for myself! It'll be cool to have a part of you with me always!" Pinkie said
Dashies heart sank as she realized what she had done. In trying pathetically to defend herself from the pain, she had managed to frustrate Pinkie enough to take her wings. Not that Pinkie seemed frustrated, as she picked up the large knife. In fact, she was casually humming to herself as she came around to Dashie. As the blood began to rush to her head, Rainbow Dash had given up on her ego completely.
"I know you want me to beg Pinkie! I know how mad you really are with me and you cant hide it! I'd never do it on purpose Pinkie, you know that, it was a total accident!" Dashie pleaded
Pinkie didn't even reply, she didn't know how to reply. She merely stuck her hoof on the table by Dashies neck and face, Stablising it at its lowest point using her weight. Pinkie reached over and grabbed Dashies left wing, bending over with the unseen razor blade in hand. Dashie couldn't believe what she was doing, but she was desperate. Straining towards Pinkies hoof she began to kiss it. As she did, Pinkies eyes widened and it slipped towards Dashie further. Dashie was kissing on Pinkies hoof pathetically in the desperate hope her friend would have mercy on her. Now licking with her tongue, Dashie had noticed that she wasn't being cut, only now opening her eyes to see Pinkie turned, looking down at her, with her wing in her hand.
"P-pinkie.... P-please don't do this... If you want this, I'll treat you like the princess herself, just please don't take my wings!" Dashie stuttered.
There was a pause as Pinkies expression began to change, clearly amused by the idea of being treated like a princess. She smooshed Dashies face almost playfully with her hoof as she bore a self satisfied grin.
"I'd love to be a princess Dashie. But i am going to take your wings. Because, hoof licker, if i am your princess i can have exactly what i want." Pinkie said
The dramatic change in Pinkies tone of voice and mood sent Dashie into an even greater state of panic Dashie tried to yell out in desperate protest but Pinkie crushed her hoof down to keep her quiet. Holding the serrated blade in her right hand, she violently pulled on the wing with her right. It struggled and flapped as she stretched it out, eventually managing to lock the joint in place. With no hesitation, Pinkie ran the knife across the wings connecting joint with enough force to devastate the skin. It caused an intense scream from Dash, muffled by Pinkies hoof crammed into her face. Pinkie looked down at her terrorized friend as she cut through the raw flesh of Dashie wing muscle. The wing spasmed and Dashies limbs struggled violently as the searing pain filled the entire left side of her body. Pinkie hacked away at the soft meat, Dashies blood which was seeping out, was now spurting out as Pinkie ruptured veins. The tendons in Dashies wing were each severed with a brutal sawing motion with the knife as Pinkie cut away ever ounce of the flesh leaving just bone. By now pinkie felt her hoof was rather wet. She stepped off of the table and raised Dashie back up. Pinkies hoof was wet with saliva and Dashies tears. which she wiped off on the now useless wing. Dashies screaming was uncontrollable as pinkie wiped her arm down of some of Dashies blood.
"You listen to me Rainbow Dash.If you keep making such a noise, I'm going to have to take your tongue too."
With that, pinkie indicated to another work surface, where she had laid pliers. Dashie weeped hopelessly, trying desperately not to annoy her any more. The future was looking incredibly bleak for Dashie and anything she could do to lesten her agony she grabbed with both hands. She couldn't shake one question from her mind though
"P-Pinkie....P-Pinkie....How could you do this to me... We're friends..." Dashie asked
"You wouldn't know what it's like... being raised on a rock farm... Working all day. No friends to talk too, no fun, just rocks. My cutie mark, for laughter, i never managed to get it for a long time after that, because i didn't get the joke. I didn't get my joke Dashie, that this land pony who lives for laughter would grow up in the most depressing conditions you can imagine."
As Pinkie continued, she went to get a smaller more delicate scalpel. She paced to Dashies side as she spoke, Dashie trembling before her figure, with the knife in hoof.
"You were born in the clouds Dashie and you had the privilege of been born with an actual special talent. Do you know how it feels to find out your cutie mark means that you have no talents at all? And life for you is just one big joke?" Pinkie continued
Pinkie knelt on one knee so she was at eye level with Dashies cutie mark, positioning the scalpel to touch it.
"No, Pinkie! Not my cutie mark! You cant do that, its what makes me special! You do have a special talent Pinkie!" Dashie pleaded.
Pinkie sank the scalpel in, above the cutie mark causing an extended yell from Dash as Pinkie held the scalpel inside her.
"I do don't i? I guess i should see the funny side Dashie. It's what I'm best at."
Pinkie slid the scalpel down and around the cutie mark slowly, Dashies scream rising in pitch, higher and higher. Pinkies mouth fell open matching the yelling with her own hysterical laugher. Dashies shin was burning and crackling with energy. The magical nature of the cutie mark was resisting being cut away and felt like a little electric charge crackling around the wound, making it hurt all the more.
"You've got quite a voice there Dashie, you sure your not equestrias next great singer?" Pinkie mocked.
Dashie panted, trying to cope with the immense pain she was feeling in her side and shin. The high amount of pain and stimulation was making her entire body more sensitive and tender to the touch. Pinkie knew that being humiliated like this hurt just as much if not more than the physical torture. She had planned to lay it on thick.
Pinkie curved the scalpel into the cutie mark, underneath it, beginning to trim away all of the flesh clinging to the cutie mark, causing a roar from Dashie, her limbs shaking as she desperately hoped to break loose. Pinkie tore the cutie mark from Rainbow Dash and held it up victoriously, warm blood dripping from it onto Dashies legs, as she watched, horrified. The wound met the cold air and stung more than anything Dashie had ever felt.
"Now you earned this when you were racing through the air at super sonic speed! You earned your place in everyponies hearts and to this day you're worshipped and adored by your drooling fans. Pity you wont be flying ever again."
Pinkie set the scalpel down and reached for a hacksaw. She drew it past Dashies field of vision, its teeth were far blunter than the scalpel, but there were alot of them.
"P-pinkie...You wouldn't...." Dashie said
Pinkie raised her eyebrow at Dashie with the hacksaw touching the exposed bone on her wing. Pinkie maintained the steely gaze as she drew the teeth back. They sliced into the bone, causing more blood to leak from it as she worked. Dashie tried to arch her back, her head as far back as it would go, letting out a long sustained yell. The blood lubricated the blade and its teeth ground into the bone more easily. With a firm hoof and a strong grip Pinkie sawed through the entire bone, Dashies wing falling off into Pinkies hoof. She giggled gleefully, prancing around with it as Dashie looked on. The spectacle of it caused her stomach to finally give way, the thick acidic vomit spewing forth over her body to her right side, covering her right arm. She hacked and gagged as more came up, including some bile this time, again, over her right shoulder. Pinkie sighed at Dashie, as if disappointed.
"Your such a weak little poser Dashie. You act so tough and so cool, when at the end of the day, you cant take a little bit of pain."
Pinkie couldn't stand the smell of it so she grabbed a damp cloth and began to clean up Dashies vomit. She had only now began to realize how much blood was on the floor, rather grossed out by it as she stepped around the puddle as she cleaned it up. She took away the vomit filled cloth and disappeared for a few minutes, presumably to clean herself up. Dashie was too weak by this point to even consider escaping and simply weeped to herself with her head down, the taste of fresh vomit burning her mouth.
After a few minutes, Dashie found her head being brought back again as the table was again repositioned so her hooves were in the air. Before she could react a damp cloth was covering her face. Both her nose and mouth were completely covered and she was not able to breathe at all. Pinkie took a cup of water and began to pour it onto her face. Instantly, water began to uncontrollably fill Dashies throat, trickling towards her lungs. She struggled, buckign her head up and down as she began to drown. Pinkie meanwhile had placed the blade of the hacksaw on Dashies other wing and had begun to grind away at it. This of course caused Dashie to scream, only causing her lungs to fill faster. Dashie was experiencing the sensation of drowning while at the same time enduring her wing being slowly hacked off. She was in complete panic. Her lungs were burning and stinging as she fruitlessly tried to cough the water up. Having reached the bone of Dashies wing, Pinkie had cut it about a third of the way through when she noticed Dashie had stopped coughing. She dropped the hacksaw. And knelt on both knees at her friends head, pulling the cloth off of her. She had passed out, and was clearly a matter of seconds away from drowning.
"Hey sleepyhead, rise and shine." Pinkie said.
With that, she pulled Dashies wing back violently, shattering it at the incision and taking two feet of skin off with it. Dashies eyes shot open as she screamed in agony, gurgling. Much of the water shot out of her throat, along with a fair amount of crimson blood. Pinkie raised Dashie up so that she was bent forward and could bring up the water far more easily. She grabbed Dashie from behind, yanking her stomach region with her hooves back into the table. Dashie hung against the bonds with her mouth wide open, torrents of red tinted water flooding out her mouth. The water shot an impressive distance before it started to trickle off. Dashie coughed, panted and wailed sorrowfully. She eventually lifted her head to Pinkie, blood on her lips and tears falling helplessly from her eyes.
"Maybe now you know how it feels to be useless. You have no cutie mark, you have no wings and you will never see your friends again."
"Pinkie...I want to go home..." Dashie cried
"You do huh? And i suppose you want to tell everypony all about our baking at Sugarcube corner, my shop, that you destroyed. Do you know what this place means to me? I get to be myself here. I don't have to pretend to be the bubbly, light hearted, fun loving Pinkie Pie. I don't have to desperately convince myself that being a fool is my calling in life. This is my sanctuary Dashie and you have destroyed my whole life."
"I'm so sorry Pinkie, i didn't realize... Please, please don't kill me. I'll do anything you want." Dashie pleaded.
"I'm betting on it, Dashie. I don't want to have to make Dashie Cupcakes out of you. Your my best friend, and i love you with all my heart. Might not seem like it, but i do Dashie. I need to be sure you will do whatever i say and i wont hear anything about this anymore. I hope your thirsty."
Dashie shuddered in her bonds, which by now had bitten into her flesh themselves. She was a complete wreck and could barely think straight from the pain she was in. It sounded to her like Pinkie might let her live after all, but at what cost? Pinkie produced a second glass, which appeared to be filled with a golden liquid.
"I urinated in this glass while i was getting cleaned up. I'll know when your broken Dashie when you willingly drink it's contents." Pinkie challenged
Rainbow Dash peered at the glass in absolute disbelief. Pinkie brought it closer with an inquisitive look, the very rim of it touching Dashies lips. The stagnant smell caused Dashie to flinch back. Pinkie removed the glass.
"You failed Dashie, there can be no hesitation. There can be no question in your mind that you will do what i say. If i cant trust you to do that, you will assist Sugarcube Corner in another way, as a new product line, the Dashie Cupcake!"
Would Dashie die today at the hands of her friend? The ponies element, the element of loyalty, represented on her now absent cutie mark, made this even more cutting. She couldn't bring herself to even think about killing Pinkie Pie, or even hurting her beyond her attempt to escape. Pinkie was fiddling with a table with coasters underneath it. It was now that Dashie realized Pinkie was now wearing heavy black engineering gloves.
"Pinkie, i WILL do whatever you want, believe me! I'll lick your hooves like a mindless loser if it pleases you, just don't do this!" Dashie yelled, desperate.
"You don't get it do you? You'll lick my hooves and you'll do it again and again for hours and hours if i tell you to. You did it to get out of a bad situation. The fact is, you ARE the mindless loser, and you need to be to survive this. You will be broken, you wont blink until i give you permission. Your illusion of ego and pride stopped you from drinking this and there is no room for that under Princess Pinkamena Diane Pie!" Pinkie exclaimed.
Holding tongs, Pinkie showed Dashie the small brazier that appeared to have metal spikes in it, white with heat. Holding one of the spikes, Pinkie positioned it above dashies soft right hoof.
"Pinkie you cant, you totally cant!" Dashie begged.
"I'll show you what i can do Dashie....Whatever i bucking want!"
Drawing back what seemed to be an blacksmiths hammer Pinkie pounded the awful spike into Dashies soft flesh. It seared the wound so quickly, there was not a drop of blood. Dashies screaming reached new heights as the spike was hammered in, echoing throughout the factory.
"What did i tell you about screaming you complete moron?!" Pinkie snapped.
Pinkie took a second spike and positioned it over Dashies teeth, which she closed tightly. She raised the hammer drawing it back and slamming it onto the metal spike. The first hit shattered three of Dashies teeth on her lower jaw, starting to burn the neighbouring teeth. Dashie threw her mouth open to scream and Pinkie brought the hammer savagely down inside her mouth. Dashies screaming was absolutely blood curdling as the insane pony destroyed her mouth. The spike lodged in Dashies jaw and 4 more teeth sprayed in pieces from her broken maw. The third hit drove the spike through the bottom of Dashies mouth and broke her jaw completely. Dashies head fell to the side, completely out cold.
Suddenly Dashie woke up, a shot of adrenaline administered into her neck. The pain she had briefly escaped from had returned to her in full. Her flank felt as if on fire as did her ruined mouth. It was in fact completely split open. The deranged pinkie pie stood over her with her pliers. holding her tongue in them.
"Do you know how rude it is to leave a Pinkie Pie party early? I told you if you scream to much then you-"
A crashing came from the basement door. Derpy Hooves fell down the stairs, sporting her usual bewildered derp eyed look.
"Hey Pinkie Pie, i have your letter and your uh..."
Pinkie froze in place, looking at Derpy who was screaming in shock. Then back to Dashie.
"Your stupid screaming...You've killed me... Now you are going to die!"
Pinkie pie raised her knife, standing over Dashies quivering body. Derpy flew wildly towards Pinkie, going for the knife, but she crashed into her back, the knife coming down, and missing, cutting Dashies right arm restraint. Instantly Pinkie received an intense blow to the face as Dashie whacked her. Dashie scrabbled for her other restraints as Pinkie was knocked flat on her back from the impact, stabbing herself in the side as she landed. Derpy helped Dashie with the rest of the restraints until she was out. Pinkie anticipated Dashies dash for freedom and threw the knife at the basement door, which met Dashies flank, cutting her deeply. Dashie fell down the stairs back into the basement as Pinkie backhanded Derpy out of the way, causing her to hit the wall. Her attention turned back to Dashie, reaching for the hacksaw on the table next to the two ponies.
"Just, die Dashie!" Pinkie growled, grabbing the saw.
Dash had the hammer in hand that fell on the ground in the scuffle. She lashed out with it, hitting Pinkie in the side of the head, imbedding itself, causing her to fall on her side. Finally Dashie had blacked out and found herself floating towards fate, Pinkie Pie, her best friend laying atop her.
From nowhere, there was just whiteness, all white and only white. The dying Dashie looked up and could barely make out the face of her goddess, Princess Celestia. The ethereal mare spread her magnificent wings and her horn glowed brightly. Rainbow Dashs lifeless corpse lay before her. There was no pain any more.
"Arise, to your knees, Rainbow Dash. Noone can take away what makes you special. You will not give in to the darkness, only to me."
Rainbow Dash did as her princess commanded, worked her way onto her knees, gasping as she saw her cutie mark on her flank, brighter than ever. In fact, she could feel her wings. The princess had completely repaired her broken body with the power of a goddess.
"Thankyou...So much my princess. I never gave into the darkness... I cant, I couldn't kill Pinkie Pie if i wanted to." Dashie admitted.
"I know... You have no vengeance in your heart, only loyalty. Don't worry about Pinkie... She has been banished from this place, a pony i fear is broken beyond repair. A pony as special as you however, i cant afford to lose."
Dashie leant forward, and with the mouth the princess had given her, kissed her hooves in sheer adoration. She found tears coming to her eyes as she reflected on all that had just happened.
"Please... You have a place in my home, where we will let old scars heal with the most powerful magic in Equestria....And a little bit of TLC."
The Princess embraced Rainbow Dash with her wings covering her, to kick start her new life.