We start our little story at Sugarcube Corner. Pinkamena is busy baking her signature cupcakes, when a strange thought occurred to her.

I've had so much fun with ponies, but I wonder what the other realms and words have to offer. After all if I keep going like this, I'll get caught sooner or later. She thought, as she took her cupcakes out of the oven and set them on the counter to cool, before she went downstairs to the basement. Where Scootaloo was busy cleaning up some of the mess, from their previous victim.

When Pinkamena asked. "Hay Scoots, would you want the rest of the week off?"

Scootaloo just gave Pinkamena a strange look. "Why would you ask such a question, Miss Pinkamena?" She asked.

"Well I just thought about laying low for about a week, and going somewhere else to have some fun for a while." Pinkamena said.

Scootaloo started to get a bit more confused, as she pointed to where they had Rarity, bound and gagged in the corner. "What about that? Are you just going to leave, with another batch of cupcakes lined up?" Scootaloo asked, angrily.

"Oh, of course not." Pinkamena said, as she rubbed her hooves together. "Oh Rarity, you didn't honestly think that I would forget about you, did you? Such arrogance." She said, as Rarity starts to mumble loudly behind her gag, as she began to panic. "Well, it's your lucky day bitch. I no longer want to torcher you, no. Instead I'll just make this quick, besides I have better things to do tonight."

With that said, she grabbed a knife from the table next to, Scootaloo and threw it across the room and straight into Rarity's heart, killing her instantly.

"Wow, good throw Miss Pinkamena!" Scootaloo cheered.

"Now Scootaloo, let's just make this quick. I want to be out of here before midnight. So, let's get this whiney bitch out of those ropes and into the tub. This shouldn't take too long, after all we've had plenty of practice." Pinkamena said, before she gives Scootaloo an evil laugh, and then they gave each other the same evil grin.
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About an hour later, they already had Rarity's body fully drained of blood and almost completely gutted, while it still lay in the tub, to make the process faster. Then Pinkamena skillfully sliced off the pelt, and was already starting to clean the blood from the beautiful white fur, when another thought occurred to her.

Why haven't we done it this way before? This is so much more fun than letting the carcass dry out before trying to clean it? Pinkamena thought, before she looks down at her blood soaked hooves and smiles wildly. "Hay Scootaloo, good thing I won't be in Ponyville for a while." She said as she shows Scootaloo her bloody hooves.

"Yea, that would be a little hard, to explain to the others." Scootaloo said, before she laughed.

They finished slicing the meat off of the carcass, and placed it into a small freezer, that Pikamena stole on one of her previous adventures to a humanoid world.

"There that should last for a week or so," Pinkamena said, "and Mrs. Cake won't have to worry about finding another victim while I'm gone."

"Well I've already placed the pelt on the rack, and the rest of the carcass is ready to be disposed of." Scootaloo said, as she points to a large plastic bag.

"Thank you Scootaloo." Pinkamena said, before she gave her a loving hug. "I don't know how, I would ever get along without you."

"Here Miss Pinkamena, I'll finish cleaning up this mess, while you get cleaned up for your little trip." Scootaloo said.

"Yes and I'll get rid of the whiney little bitch's carcass, before I leave too." Pinkamena said.

"Hay Miss Pinkamena, why do you keep saying that about her?" Scootaloo asked.

"Because, there has been times when I totally despised her. She always thought, that she was so much better then everypony else, and when you tried to tell her otherwise. She would start to bitch and moan the whole time! So, what now bitch! Is this the worst possible thing!!?" Pinkamena screamed, at Rarity's pelt as it hung on the rack, and then she started to laugh uncontrollably.

Scootaloo just stared at her and cried a little. "I never knew you felt that way about her. I just thought you liked making pony flavored cupcakes, that's all." Scootaloo said, as she was now completely terrified at seeing Pinkamena like this.

About a minute later, Pinkamena said. "I'm so sorry Scootaloo, I didn't mean to scare you." She said, as she started hugging and comforting her. "I just got a little carried away, you knew that I was just caught up in the moment. I try not to lose it when you're around, but I just couldn't help it this time. How often do we go from a live pony, to a fully processed pile of meat in less then four hours?"
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While Scootaloo was cleaning up the mess, Pinkamena snuck out of the bakery and threw the body bag in her cart. Then she ran straight to the Tuataras, and threw the bag into it. She quickly returned to the bakery and finished cleaning herself off, before she went back down to the basement and stared at her special porthole one last time.

She gave Scootaloo another little hug. "Scootaloo, have fun and please stay safe." Pinkamena said, before she grabbed her saddlebags. That she loaded earlier, with knives and other torture devices.

"Miss Pinkamena, have fun on your little trip." Scootaloo said, before Pinkamena gave her a little kiss on the forehead.

"I should be back in about a week or so." She said. before she jumped straight into the porthole.

While inside she, and she alone, has the option of choosing which world she wanted to go to. She peered through one of the open portholes and laughed to herself. "This is going to be perfect." She said, before jumping through it.

She landed in the middle of a parking lot in front of a closed shopping mall, in the real human world. She looked around and started to laugh. "Now I just need to find a place to set up shop." She said, as she started walking towards a suburban neighborhood, that she could see on the other side, of what she thought was a park.

As she walked across the grassy lawn, she quickly fell into a pit of sand that was hidden on the other side of a small hill. "What the hell is a beach doing in the middle of a lawn? Ouch! And what is this thing under my hoof?" She said, looking down to see a small white ball covered with dimples. "Ah-ha, this must be a place where these stupid ape like creatures play some stupid game." She said, as she climbed out of the sand trap. She then notices a small flag off in the distance. "Yep, I'm always right, no doubt about it, this is like a human playground of some sort." Pinkamena said.

She soon reached a small fence and quickly jumped over it. "What the hell is this for, it's not like they can't climb very well?" She said. Then she laughed to herself, when she noticed, that she was now standing in the back yard of a house. Pinkamena walked up to the house, and noticed there was a smaller house with a chain coming out of it, leading to a spike in the ground on the other end.

"Some home security system this is, I've seen better than this in Equestria. Here doggie, doggie! Come here, I have a little treat for you!" She called to the dog, while she held a large butcher knife with her hoof. The dog began to bark at her, and then it started to charge after her, but Pinkamena just stood there and waited for the dog to get close enough for her to strike. The dog was now mere inches from biting her, when she gave her knife one quick swipe, cutting the dog's head completely off. As she watched the dog's head rolling around, she shouted. "Try to bite me now you son of a bitch!"

Just then, she noticed a light came on in the house, so she darted into the doghouse and looked out from it's opening. She then saw her first real human, as he turned on the back yard light, only to find his dog lying on the ground, minus it's head.

"Oh my God!" He shouted, as he ran out to where his dog lay, and began to look around. "I will get whoever did this!" He yelled, as he begun to rant in fury.

"That, would be me." Pinkamena said, as she was now standing between the man and the back door of his house, holding the butcher knife, within inches of his face as he turned to see her.

"What in the fuck are you!?" He shouted, in complete shock.

"Oh, I'm just a cute little pony, you smelly ape. Now do what the fuck I say, or I'll cut your head off next." Pinkamena said, before she let out a little sadistic laugh.
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The man just stood there, completely frozen from fear and shock, from what he saw before him. "Well, what do you want then um, pony?" He asked.

"Aw, you can just call me Pinkamena Diane Pie, or Pinkamena for short. I came to this world from my own, just to have a little fun. I am after all Ponyville's no.1 party pony, not to mention its craziest, psychotic and most sadistic, serial killer. I'm pleased to meet you, ape. Oh, how rude of me, what should I call you?" She asked.

"My name is Steven Johnson, um Pinkamena." He said.

"No. No! No!!! Your name is bitch, and you are now my new bitch, so you have to do exactly what I say! Now, let's just go inside and try to relax, shall we? I have had a long day, and that makes me furious! Do you know how many ponies I had to kill today, before I got bored with it!?" Pinkamena screamed, as she was now staring poor Steven in the eye, as she was standing over him, as he lay on the ground, from almost completely fainting.

"Hay, you'll have no problems out of me. Just please, don't hurt me!" He begged, as he was trying to plea with her.

"Oh, if I only had a bit, for every time I heard that one. I would be a very wealthy pony indeed." She said, before she laughed at him sadistically. "Tell you what. I'll let you up and follow you into your house, but if you try anything stupid. I won't hesitate to cut you, understand bitch?" She demanded.

"I understand completely Pinkamena, just don't hurt me or my family." He said, as he trembled with fear.

"As long as you cooperate, I won't need to hurt anypony, I mean anybody, understand?" Pinkamena said, before she followed him into his house and sat down on his couch. While he sat in a chair just staring at her in fear.

A few awkward minutes had passed, and Pinkamena was just sitting there looking around, until she noticed something. "Well there is a large looking box thing, over there next to the wall. I want to see some violent shit on it. Now!" Pinkamena demanded, staring at him with large piercing eyes.

"Oh, you mean the television, right? Sorry yes, um let me just find the remote. I'll look in the guide, to see if I can find some sick horror movies." He looked and looked, but all he could find was, "Orphan". "Oh now this is a good one." He said, as he tried to smile at Pinkamena, but his smile soon turned to a look of fear.

When Pinkamena said. "It better be." As she tapped the side of the knife against her left hoof.

So, about half way through the movie, Pinkamena looked over at Steven, only to find that he was now sound asleep. So she decided to finish watching the movie, of which she enjoyed, before hiding somewhere in the house, to get some sleep herself. She noticed a door in the kitchen that seemed to lead into a large room with two strange wheeled machines in it, and decided to take a good look around. She noticed some pipes leading into the lower part of the wall, next to a large tank of some kind. Then she looked in the kitchen, to see where the sink was, and soon realized that the floor in this place was hollow.

"Now how do I get in there?" She said to herself. She looked along the wall in the strange room, and soon found a small door that seemed to lead under the house, so she pried it loose and opened it. It was very dark and not very tall, but she found that she could hide in there, and no one would ever suspect it.
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Later the next morning, she awoke to a strange sound coming form outside the little door. "That must be one of those machines." She thought out loud, so she peeked through the crack of the door, to see one of the machines moving through a very large opening, that she didn't notice before.

"Damn it! I should have realized what those things were. There were some on that television thing, after all. Um, a car, was what they called those things, and the bigger ones were called trucks, and used to haul things. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I bet they're already gone." She cussed to herself.

Just then the large door began to shut, and the thought of them getting away angered her that much more. So she kicked the little door off, with her front hoof and ran to the door leading into the kitchen, and looked inside. Only to see Steven, still sitting in the same chair, but now he was holding his head and muttering something to himself, or so she thought, until she noticed a small black device in his hand. She used a little Pinkie since magic and appeared, right beside him.

"So, who are you talking to, my bitch?" She asked, but as soon as he holds the phone away from his face, she stabbed it out of his hand with her knife.

"Ok fine, I called the local animal shelter, but they said that I was completely crazy." He said, cautiously.

"Well, was there ever any doubt about you being, CRAZY!? No wonder I liked you from the beginning." She said. "You are just as fucked in the head as I am, and now everyone else is telling you the same thing." She said, before letting out a little sadistic laugh. "The question is, how crazy are you? I heard and saw that car leaving the house, who was it?" Pinkamena demanded, with fury in her eyes.

"It was my wife, dropping the kids off at school before she went to work today. I swear, that's all it was!" Steven began to plea with her.

"Oh calm down, you crazy ape. I was just wondering, that's all. I want to have a little fun with someone in this world, but I am not a complete monster. I have no intention on harming someone with a family, and believe it or not, I am very sorry about your dog. I feel a little better after getting a good night's rest, and that gave me enough time to study our little situation we have here." She said, as she finally gave him a real smile.
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"So, like I said Steven, I am truly sorry. However, is there anyone in this world, that you would like to see them disappear forever? Just name them, and show me where I can find them, and I'll kill them for you." She asked, as he finally looked over at her and noticed that she was completely unarmed and smiling at him.

"Well I may know of a few, but I'll save that for later. Well, since you aren't from around here, and you need someone to teach you about our world. Ah fuck it, you have yourself a deal, Pinkamena, and I could also show you a few thing as well." He said, as he reached his hand out for a handshake, and Pinkamena quickly excepted by raising her hoof. He shook her hoof, and never even broke eye contact with her.

"However, there is just one more thing Steven. If you ever try to contact this world's law enforcement again, I will go back on my promise of not hurting you and your family, got it? Oh, and by the way, never call the animal shelter, when it's animal control you really want, duh." She said.

"Oh shit, what the hell was I thinking!?" He asked.

"Do you honestly think that this is the first time I visited a world, with human like beings before, well think again. I'll tell you what, I'll make a list of everything I need, and you can make a list of everyone you want offed. Deal?" She asked.

"You have yourself a deal Pinkamena." He said, and they shook on it.

So, Pinkamena made a very detailed list of items she needed, and he made a list of names and numbered each one of them, before placing matching numbers in a jar.

"Oh by the way Steven, I'm starting to get a little hungry, is there anything to eat around here?" She asked.

"Sure Pinkamena. How about some breakfast? I was just getting ready to fix myself an omelet with some bacon in it. Would you like some? He asked.

"Sure," she said, "but what is bacon?"

"It's little strips of meat from a pig's under belly, and it's damn good eating." He said. He then laid the package of bacon on the table in front of her.

"Oh wow, you mean it's not a crime to eat meat in your world! I've died and gone to the Celestial Plain!" She said, overexcitedly. He just laughed as he grabbed a few slices, and tossed them into a frying pan, as Pinkamena watched him, with complete fascination.
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While they ate breakfast, he mentioned that he knew of a good place for her to do her work, since she explained to him just how messy it could get. So, they went to see the location together in his car. It was an old abandoned hospital, on the older side of town. It didn't have power of running water, but Pinkamena told him that she had learned a thing or two about how to get those things. Just by busting locks and turning valves and jumping meter boxes, just like she read in a book somewhere. The location was absolutely perfect and more then she could have ever asked for, it even had a device in it designed to drain bodies for autopsies, which is something that she had always wanted.

"Well I have the perfect place for my work, now let's see that list. Really, you could only think of five people for me to off, what's wrong with you, damn it? I'm a professional, I need more then five!" She demanded.

"Give me a break. I'm just an assistant manager at a stupid restaurant. I don't have a death wish on anyone really. These are just a few worthless pieces of shit, that I have had a bad history with all my life." He explained. "However, I do know of someone that doesn't feel the same as I do. He is my uncle, Franklin. He's a crazy old war veteran, and I am more than certain that he would like to see a few street punks and junkies kick the bucket, so to speak." He said.

"Excellent! So, when can I meet this crazy uncle of yours?" Pinkamena asked excitedly. So, they drove to his uncle's house, and after he was let inside, the two of them started talking.

Steven was taking a little too long trying to explain their situation to him. So Pinkamena jumped on his table, from out of nowhere and stabbed her knife into it. "Listen here you crazy old bastard, your nephew said that you might know of someone you would like to see killed, and I am extremely hungry for the taste of fresh blood! So, are you going to spill the beans of not?" She demanded.

"Holy Fuck, a small talking horse!" He screamed, as he pulled out a survival knife, and before he knew it, he had crossed blades with Pinkamena.

"That's right, I am a talking pony buster, and I'm a homicidal maniac as well! So do you have a few names for me or not? She demanded.

Realizing that she was merely defending herself, he looked into her eyes. "A few names huh." He said, as he put away his knife. "Well of course, I don't actually know their names, but I do know where to find the fuckers that I would like to see killed. Is that good enough for you?" Franklin asked.

Pinkamena just sighed. "Sure I guess, it seems to clash with my general style of serial killing, but since this is a strange world to me. I guess I could make an exception just for you, sweet heart." She said as she gave him a sadistic smile.

"Damn it, is it wrong for me to think that you are one sexy little bitch?" He blurted out, as he rubbed the crotch of his pants.

"I'm sorry, but I don't go for hairy ape like creatures, but ask me later, after I have offed someone, ok." She said, as she pouts her lips and raises her eyebrows at him, turning him on that much more.

"Damn it. So, do you need any help setting up your little work station, sweet thing? I was once in the Army Corp or Engineers for ten years you know. I can build and fix almost anything." He said.

"Well, for running water and electricity as well as a few other things. I might just give you a blowjob, would you like that?" She said, seductively.

"Um ok!" Steven said, as he finally took all that he could stand of their behavior, and left the room, as they both laughed.

"Young mare you have yourself a deal. Now where exactly is your work area going to be?" Franklin asked.

"Well, Steven told me about this abandoned hospital. We both, looked the place over really well, and I found this really awesome autopsy table. I've always wanted something like that, It was amazing! This place even has old beds and trays and thing, that I could use to do, all sorts of things to my victims." Pinkamena said, almost bouncing around just like her old self again, she was so excited.

"Well hell, nephew I'll take it from here. This little mare and I have some serious work to do, and I know that you would just rather go home to your bitch of a wife and your two little brats anyway." He said, trying to make Steven mad.

"Well, fuck you too!" Steven yelled, as he stormed off, and went home.
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"So, hop in my truck, you sexy thing you, we've got work to do." Franklin said, as they left his house and drove to the abandoned hospital. He quickly had power to the basement of the building and a few moments later they had running water as well, both hot and cold, since it had an old electric water heater. "Well little miss, a promise is a promise, you now have power and water." He said.

"Well shit, that's right a promise is a promise, and I mentioned a blowjob after all." She said, before she pulled his pants down and went to town, before she turned and stuck her plot in his face. He started to eat her out as she continued sucking him off, till he finished. After it was all over, she turned to him and said. "Oh the things I do, to satisfy my favorite pleasure. I really hope you enjoyed that, because I certainly didn't, no offence. It's just that human males are so much smaller than stallions, but you seem to be pretty good at eating a girl out." She said.

He just looked at her and said. "Baby, you have no idea how happy you made this old man."

"Ok gross, now what about the job? Who am I killing and where in the fuck are they?" She asked.

"That's just the thing little miss, you're going to have to trust me. We will have to toss them in the back of my truck and haul them here tonight." He said. "Are you game?"

"Just point me in the right direction and get ready to watch the blood fly. Enough fucking games, let's do this shit!" She said, demandingly.
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So, they got back in the truck, and drove to an area, full of gangsters and drug pushers. As they saw Franklin's old truck with tented windows pass by, they started shouting a few obscenities at him. He then pointed to one of them, that was standing in the middle of a group of thugs.

"See that one in the middle? He is number one on my list. The cops won't do anything about him and he is left to do whatever her pleases to whoever he pleases, if you know what I mean? I'm too old and ill to face a piece of shit like him now, but you on the other hand have nearly the strength of ten men. The rest of his buddies are the other six targets, but it will do no good unless he goes down first." He said.

"How the hell am I going to get these creatures, with only a few knives and a small bag full of torture tools, I need more than that?" Pinkamena asked, as she started to get a little worried.

"Well then here you go, try this on for size." He said, as he handed her a 44 Magnum revolver, as she tried her best to balance it in her hooves.

"Now, how in the hell am I going to use this thing? I'm not stupid, I know what it is. I used to have a party cannon in my world. I don't have fingers, I only have hooves and little horseshoes with hooks on them." She said, in an extremely annoyed tone.

"Don't you fret little miss, anyone that can give head as good as you can, knows how to improvise. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I can tell it's starting to hurt your feelings, I've also noticed that you don't really care for sexual jokes either. However you were the one that said it, I didn't, I was just being an old pervert and you were the one that attacked me." He said.

"Yes." Pinkamena said. "Well I did after all mention a blowjob, but I didn't really expect you to be able to get that old building up and running so fast either. Maybe, I got just a little too excited, about having a place, that well equipped to serve my needs." She said, blushing.
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Later, when they got back to the abandoned hospital, after getting a few supplies. Franklin cut the finger guard of the Magnum revolver, leaving a small opening on the bottom. He then taught Pinkamena a little technique, on how to hold and fire the weapon, and after he studied her trying to hold it herself for a while. He designed a little harness for her right front hoof, with a rod that lined up with the trigger on the revolver on one end, and was turned out on the other, allowing her to pull it with her left hoof. The rod could also be folded down and secured, as a safety feature. He then modified his gun belt, with extra bullets and a holster, that allowed her to draw and holster the weapon quickly and safely. He then took her to the old underground parking garage, in the abandoned hospital and set up a few targets. After about 15 minutes or so, she got pretty good with the weapon, and was able to draw and fire it without any major problems.

"I love this thing, it's totally awesome!" She said excitedly.

"Keep it, it's yours." Franklin said. "After all I had to modify it to work for you, and besides, who has ever heard of a pony wielding a pistol before? I sure the hell haven't." He began laughing. "The hard part is going to be reloading, remember you only have five shots with this particular weapon and without fingers, no offence, it's almost impossible to handle the bullets." Franklin said.

She tried to reload the revolver, it took her a little while but she was able to manage. "Oh and by the way." Pinkamena said. "I don't know how much these are worth in your world, but I feel that I have to give you something for your weapon, and all of your help." She said, as she gave him a few bits, that she brought with her, just in case. Franklin just looked at the coins in total amazement, and then back to her.

"Here miss I only need a couple coins. These things are probably worth about a thousand dollars apiece, seeing how they are solid gold and all." Franklin said.

"Really, that's not even enough to buy lunch in my world, feel free to take more if you'd like." Pinkamena said, as she was a little confused by the monetary difference.
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"Now that we're ready, and it is already after dark, let's go get you someone to play with Pinkamena." Franklin said, in a dry tone. So they got back in his old truck and headed back to the area of town where the gang members called home. They parked the truck and continued on foot and hoof into the neighborhood, but it didn't take long to spot their first target.

"You stay here Franklin, I know a little trick or two. I guess is should have told you, that I came from a magical world." She said.

He turned to say something to her, but found the she had simply vanished. When she reappeared, she was suddenly behind the target and ready to attack. When he noticed something behind him in the shadow created by a street light. He pulled a pistol and turned to confront Pinkamena. She quickly spun around and bucked him in the gut, causing him to stagger and drop his gun. She then proceeded in trying to bind him, but he managed to get a hand free, as he reached for his gun, that was lying in front of him. She quickly noticed and slammed her hoof down on top of his hand, just as hard as she could, causing his fingers to explode into a puddle of meat, blood and bone fragments. He let out a scream that could be heard for blocks, so she stuffed a gag in his mouth and finished tying his arms together. She then threw him on her back and ran to the truck, where she helped Franklin, shove him into the back.
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She was now ready for her next target, but this time she wasn't taking any chances. She simply ran up from behind him and kicked him in the head, knocking him unconscious. She also took this one to the truck as well, but Franklin ended up binding and gaging him, before placing him in the truck. By this time word has gotten out to the gangsters that someone was out to get them, so they were on high alert. However, Pinkamena got a lucky break, by finding her primary target next, and she was glad that she had brought a few of her favorite knives with her. He was looking around with his pistol already drawn and pointing it towards ever little sound that he heard. When suddenly a knife came from out of nowhere and stabbed him in the right shoulder blade, causing him to fall forward. Once on the ground, he saw a mass of pink coming down near his right side and suddenly, he sees the blade of a knife tear through the wrist of his hand holding the gun. Before he could even let out a scream, Pinkamena kicks him in the head, knocking him out cold. Suddenly, another thug starts shooting at her and she quickly turned, and drew the 44 Mag, and shot him in the chest a couple of times.

"Oh well, I have the leader, that's all that matters now." She said, before she grabbed him up and carried him to the truck. After Franklin saw who she had, they quickly tossed him in the back of the truck and headed straight for the abandoned hospital, just as fast as he dared to drive.
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Once they arrived at the abandoned hospital, they dragged the men down to Pinkamena's little fun house of a torture chamber. She first asked Franklin to strip them down, which he thought sounded a little strange at first, but she soon told him that she was just worried about them having a hidden weapon or two on them. He quickly got the idea, and striped them until they were totally naked. Then Pinkamena hung them by their arms and tied their feet to the floor and started arranging her favorite tools of the trade next to them on an old hospital tray table.

She looked at Franklin and quickly asked. "Franklin, why are you still here? You know that wasn't part of the bargain, this is my playtime now!"

"But, I just want to watch a true master at work." Franklin said, excitedly. "I too have always wanted to torture others and watch them suffer and cry out in vain."

"Ok fine! So, while you are here, see if you can wake this one for me? The fucking bastard is ruining all my fun." She said.

Franklin just laughs and walks over to the sink and filled a bucket with water and begins to slowly pour it in the guy's face, eventually causing him to wake up partially drowning. Pinkamena just laughs, before she gets in the guys face.

"Wake up bitch." She said, as he slowly opened his eyes.

"What in the hell is this thing?" He cried out, looking at Pinkamena.

"I'm your worst nightmare. What's the matter, you never saw a talking pony before?" She asked, as she begins to laugh. "Oh, don't worry after tonight, I will be the last thing you will ever see!!!" Pinkamena screamed, as she quickly rakes the end of a knife across his eyes, popping both of them with one quick swipe of her blade. The sound of his screams echo throughout the entire basement and caused the other two victims to become completely aware of their surroundings.

Pinkamena then talks to her current victim once more and places the gag back into his mouth. "So, I heard you like to rape little girls and beat up women." She said, as she started stroking his penis with her hooves, before she starts using the hooks on her horseshoes to rip the flesh off of it. "Oh isn't this fun? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ew gross, now your little fuck muscle is nothing more then bloody hamburger on my hooves, and I was almost expecting cum!" She said, laughing.

The entire time his whole body was convulsing in pain as he is letting out loud muffled screams, since she decided to put the gag back into his mouth. "Oh, and one other thing. Do you know how a psychopath, like me, feels about you beating up women? Well here's your answer." Pinkamena said, as she places one hoof under his testis, gently holding them up, as he begins to shake his head and mumble loudly, before she slams her other hoof down to crush them. He screams at the top of his lungs several times, before he faints due to the sheer pain. So, she turned her attention to one of the others.
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After witnessing his buddies torture, he was now completely terrified, not to mention already in pain from having his hand completely smashed from earlier.

"What about you? Hmm, let's see. What should be your punishment? Oh, that's right, you are the drug pusher. You know what, I don't think I have a punishment befitting you. So, I guess I'm just going to have my fun with you the old fashioned way. Now let's see, you are a human, so you don't have a horn or wings like my usual victims in my world, but you do have something that we don't." She said as she cut his ropes, causing him to fall to the floor, and then she stood over him and looked at what was left of his right hand.

"Aw, I'd bet that hurt like hell, didn't it?" Pinkamena asked.

"Yes!" He screamed.

"Aw, you poor little sack of shit." She said, as she turned to her collection of goodies, and returned with a container of salt and sprinkled it on what was left of his hand.

"Damn that stings, like hell." He screamed, as Pinkamena just stood over him, laughing sadistically, as she places a gag in his mouth.

"Now since ponies, like me, have sensitive ears. I have decided to put that back on you, for what I'm going to do next. Like I said, you may not have wings or a horn, but you do have fingers and toes." She said, as he began to mummer loudly, and then she slammed her hoof down on his left hand, smashing it like the other one, before moving on to his feet.

"Damn, no wonder you things wear shoes, your feet are so ugly, but I think I can improve the look a bit." She said, and with one hoof, she straitened his foot out, before crushing his toes off with the other. "There you go, one pretty little hoof and now for the other one." She said, as she repeats the process.

"Oh this is so much more fun, then torturing ponies." She said, as she cuts his legs free and drags him to the old autopsy table, and slams his body down on top of it. "Hmm, I know exactly what ponies look like on the inside, but what do you look like?" She asked, as she strapped him down. She then gave his testis a gentle tap and ran her hoof down the length of his penis. " As you are well aware, I am very familiar with this part of the human male anatomy." She said, as he let out a worried moan.

"Oh don't worry, I save that special treatment for rapist only, I have no intention of harming your junk." She said, before she let out a laugh. She grabs her favorite knife, and turns to face him. "However, I have something special in store for you." She said, as she starts to cut him across his abdomen, just below his ribs. Then she makes a second cut across his waist, and a third cut connecting the two.

"Oh, this is so exciting, it's just like opening presents on your birthday. Ready?" She jokingly asked, before she ripped open his abdomen and blood and intestines start to spill out of him like a miniature volcano. She grabs the intestines and starts to pull them out, throwing them into the trash can next to the table. "How boring this looks all the same to me!" She yelled, in total disappointment. So, she just finished removing the intestines and a few of the other organs, just to satisfy her curiosity. The third victim just hung there, watching and began to vomit repeatedly, and Pinkamena turned to face him.

"Remember your next. So, why don't you just hang around a bit longer. Besides, you are the other one that likes to rape women, right?" She asked, as she turned and raised her tail, to show her vagina, as she noticed his erection beginning. "You better tame that thing, or I'll cut it off right now!" Pinkamena shouted, before she started laughing sadistically, and continued laughing until the entire basement was completely echoing with laughter.

She then turned back to her current victim, and noticed his eyes were still open, so she pulled out his gag. "Oh goody you're still awake, so how do you feel now drug pusher? A little fucked up, right?" Pinkamena asked, before she let out a little laugh.

"Just kill me and end the pain already." He said, as he struggled to say each word.

"Oh, but what would be the fun in that, you sour puss? I was just starting to have my fun with you, besides since this is my first trip to your world, I would like to collect some souvenirs. Oh shit! I forgot to put quarry salts on my list earlier. I'll be right back, now don't you go anywhere!" She said, before she laughed and walked over to where Franklin was sitting on an old hospital gurney reading an old magazine. "Hay Franklin, could you do me a huge favor?" Pinkamena asked, with puppy dog eyes.

"Sure what do you need sweet heart?" He asked.

"Could you get me some quarry salts, I forgot to put them on my list, and I really need them to preserve some body parts for souvenirs? She asked, with a smile.

"Quarry salts?" He asked, as he looked at her as he was thinking. "The closest thing that I can get you would be rock salt, but that is probably just a different name for the same thing, besides I was thinking about getting you a little something special. You look like you could use a little break anyway. I'll be right back, just as soon as I can." Franklin said. Even though it was around midnight he knew that the local Mega Store was open 24 hours a day.
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About an hour later he came back carrying a couple bags of salt down the stairs. As he looked around he noticed that Pinkamena was now in the middle of torturing the third victim. She was beating him with her hooves and yelling. "I love tenderizing fresh meet when it's still alive!" She yelled.

"Hay sweet cheeks, I'm back!" He hollered, as she quickly stopped and ran over to him.

"Hay you're back." She said, excitedly. "So what kind of salt did you find?"

"This is called course rock salt. Humans use it in water treatment devices." He said, as he opened a bag.

"It looks just like regular quarry salts to me. I would hug you, but I don't want to get your clothes all bloody." Pinkamena said, so she kissed him on the cheek.

"Oh and there's something else in my truck that you just might like, I'll be right back." He said, before he went out to his truck and came back with a case of alcohol and set it down on another gurney that he was using for a table. "Do you like to drink, Pinkamena?" He asked.

"What do you mean? She asked, before she turned to face him and looked over to the case of bottles. "Oh hell yea! What did you get?" She asked, excitedly.

"Well I got some whiskey, vodka, rum, and a few bottles of cheap wine." He said, as he showed her the bottles.

"Did you say rum?" She asked. He pulled out the bottle and she quickly grabbed it and ripped the cap off with her teeth and downed a couple swigs. She gritted her teeth. as it burned all the way down, and said. "Now that's some good shit. Franklin you really know you way to a mare's heart." Pinkamena said, before taking a few more swigs before returning to her latest victim.

"Damn girl!" Franklin said, before he let out a little laugh, as he watched her drinking like a pro.

Now that she had the rock salt, she decided to collect a few body parts and what she thought were cutie marks, from her victims. She looked at one strange mark of a dragon on the leader and asked. "What the hell is this? What did you do to get a cutie mark of a dragon?" Pinkamena asked, curiously.

"It's a tattoo you stupid little bitch!" He screamed, before she bucked him in the chest with her front hoof.

"That will be enough name calling, remember why you are here!" She screamed, back.

"Oh god, I think you broke a rib or two." He coughed.

"Enough, how did you get it?" She demanded.

"I got it at a local tattoo parlor. It's a form of body art." He said, groaning in pain.

"So, it's a form of art then, well alright!" Pinkamena said, excitedly. "I'm a big art collector!" She said, before she uses her knife to remove the tattoo, just like she would remove cutie marks, and placed it in a tray of rock salt. She sprinkled more salt on top of it, and went to the next victim, that was lying on the table.

"Since you aren't a rapist I'll make this as painless as possible." She said smiling, before she removed his manhood with one quick swipe of her knife, and placed it in the rock salt. He just looks at her moaning loudly and shaking as she now stands beside his head and she looks him in the eye. "Now this will make an excellent souvenir." She said, before she cut off his right ear and placed it in the tray. She then looked at the third victim, and finally pointed out the difference in him.

"Since I'm just a little curious about it, why are you brown and not pink like the other two?" She asked, as she removes his gag, so that he could speak.

"It's because I'm black you racist bitch!" He snapped at her.

"What is racist? If you hadn't noticed I'm a damn pony from another world. Wow, you really are dumber than you look." She said.

"My people came from Africa, I am a different race then them." He said.

"Oh, so you do have different races in your world, fascinating. In my world, we have unicorns, pegasi, earth ponies, alicorns, and batponies. Well there is a zebra, but I guess she is a totally different type of equine all together. But enough of the cultural lessons!" She screamed, getting back to the matter at hoof. "Anyhow was it too difficult to tell me that you were a different race, nicely? By the way, I still want you ear for my little collection." She said, before she grabs his head and removes his ear and places it in the tray of salt with the other body parts.

"Oh and that reminds me. You are the other rapist right? So, I think I'll be taking care of that now too, since it is so close to my hooves right now." She said, as she stroked his penis with her hooves, before she spun around and started bucking him in the groin repeatedly, until his manhood was nothing more then a limp bloody mass of hanging skin, and then she grabbed it and ripped it off. His screams were so loud that they echoed throughout the entire basement.
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She cleaned off her hooves a little and returned back to Franklin, he was now on his second bottle of wine. As he started to laugh as she walked up to him. "Damn Pink you're a real nut buster you know that." He said.

Pinkamena just laughs sadistically and said. "Well now, I guess I am." as she grabbed the bottle of rum again and downed the rest of it.

"Damn, go easy girl!" Franklin shouted, as she belched, and shook as her whole body felt like it was burning from the inside out.

"Aw hell Franklin, you know that alcohol and slaughter are a real good combination." She said, as she grabs the bottle of whisky and rips the cap off with her teeth. She took a couple huge swigs and sat the bottle back down. "Damn that stuff is strong." She said, before picking it back up again and taking a few more drinks.

"Careful Pink that's way too much!" Franklin begged her. She stood there for a couple of minutes, not saying anything as the alcohol was now coursing through her veins. She looked around and let out a couple of laughs, before staggering and stumbling all the way back to her victims.

She started laughing uncontrollably as she grabbed her butcher knife and she started stabbing and slashing each of her victims until there was nothing left but a huge pile of bloody body parts strung all over the room. Franklin just stared in drunken horror as the whole sight played out in front of him. the last thing he saw before he passed out was Pinkamena laughing at the top of her lungs as she turned to him covered in blood from head to tail.
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The next morning Franklin woke up with one hell of a hangover. He looked around trying to remember where he was, when suddenly he saw a large bloody mass lying on the floor in a huge puddle of blood. "Oh God, Pinkamena are you alright?" He screamed.

She looked up. "Stop yelling. Damn it, my head is killing me." She said, before she took a look around. "What the fuck did I do last night?" She asked.

"Well good thing this place has plenty of drains and running water." He said, as he was hosing down some of the mess so that he could get to her. "Well my dear it looks like you shouldn't have drank so much, the last thing you said after you downed the whole bottle of rum and right before you got into the whisky was. You know that alcohol and slaughter are a really good combination." Franklin said.

"Oh shit, I don't even remember saying that, much less opening another bottle." Pinkamena said, but once she moved her hoof she heard the sound of glass rolling around. "Damn, I drank that one too. No wonder I feel like shit. Whoa not good oh shit!! I'll be right back!" She screamed, as she took off, running to the other room and leaving a few drops of urine as she ran, before you heard what sounded like a waterfall coming from the other room.

"Damn, talk about pissing like a race horse." Franklin laughed.

A few minutes later, Pinkamena came back out and laughed before she said. "Wow, I feel so much better now, I felt like I pissed about ten gallons."

"You probably didn't hear what I said earlier, but we have a saying in this world, it's called pissing like a race horse." Franklin said.

"I know exactly what you mean being a small horse myself, sometimes we can't stop pissing no matter how hard we try. Good thing we have a fully working washroom in this place." Pinkamena said, finally looking at herself in a mirror. "Oh shit I'm a complete mess, this is going to take for hours to clean off with regular soap and water." She said, completely freaking out.

"Aw miss." Franklin said. "I'll go find you some vinegar and some rubbing alcohol, that should help remove the clots from your mane and tail and maybe a couple bottle of shampoo."

"Thank you Franklin." Pinkamena said, and then she decided to check on last night's damages. "Oh fuck, I wasn't even done torturing them yet, now their bodies are worthless, not to mention scattered all over the place." She said, before she began scraping up the parts with a shovel and tossing them into the trash cans, before washing the floor with the hose, pushing the blood towards the drains with the water.

"Well three trash cans and 20 minutes of hosing off the floor, isn't too bad really, I just wish I was sober enough to avoid getting it all over me." She said to herself, before she walked over to the sink where she laid the tray of souvenirs. "Well at least these are still intact." She said, before she placed them in sandwich bags and added more of the salt, before she closed the bags.
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When Franklin got back, Pinkamena was already in the shower cleaning off the majority of the blood. He knocked on the wall next to the shower area. "Mind if I come in?" He asked.

"Well it's not like you haven't seem my plot before, come on in." She laughed

"No offence, but I'm going to take my clothes off just so they won't get wet." He said. She pretended to continue washing as she watched him strip down. He soon walked over to her with a few bottles and started helping her wash her mane, after he got it completely cleaned, he went over to her tail and began washing it the same way until it too was completely clean and free of blood.

"I'd help you wash the rest of your body, but I'm just a little curios, being a female, you do have breasts don't you?" Franklin asked.

"Well of course I do, I have eight of them, my belly hair is just long enough to keep my nipples covered. Why?" Pinkamena asked.

"Oh, so if I do bump them, I didn't mean to alright. I just want to help you wash your belly off that's all." Franklin said. With that he starts helping her clean her underside, he soon finds one of her little breasts and is a little cautious about how she would handle him being so close to them. She looks back to him and notices that he is now fully erect as he is washing her. He suddenly finds another one of her breasts as he was washing, and looks to her face.

"Don't stop." She said, giving him a seductive smile.

He just cleared his throat and said. "Really, you mean you'll allow me to have a little fun with you." He said in amazement.

"Well it's not like you could impregnate me or anything, seeing how we are two separate species and all." Pinkamena said, as she winked at him. He let out a perverted laugh and he finished washing her lower body until it was completely free of blood feeling free to play with her little breasts. Each time sending waves of sexual pleasure through her body, and then he started rubbing her plot in a slow and playful manner.

She leaned down a little, lowering herself so that her backside was almost level with his crotch, he was now gently stroking her mane and massaging her from behind when she lined herself up and gently thrust back, cramming his penis into her vagina. He quickly looked up and said. "Hay, were not getting a little too inpatient are we, well alright you asked for it."

He grabs a hold of her flank just in front of her cutie marks and starts plowing into her repeatedly, she lets out a series of little moans, that sets him over the edge and he started ramming her harder and faster. he suddenly let out moan before he stopped. "Aw hell, do something else, keep going! I was almost there!" She yelled. He looked around and suddenly thought a little, before he rammed his fist straight into her. "Oh, hell yea give me more of that!" Pinkamena screamed in pure pleasure.

As he was fisting her as fast as he could, he said. "Sorry about earlier, I just don't have the stamina I used to." But she was enjoying it too much to speak.

Suddenly she shoots a huge amount of juices down his arm and clear down the front of him. as she lets out an ear shattering moan as she finished, before panting as she told him. "You know for an old man your still a very good lover." She said, with a huge smile on her face, until her full senses come back. "Damn, this water seems to be getting colder by the second!" Pinkamena let out a little shriek.

"Hurry let me wash your stuff off, before all the hot water is completely gone." He said, as she quickly steps out of the way as he washed himself off, and then he motioned her to back up. "Looks like I need to clean your backside again." Franklin said laughing.
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After their little shower of pleasure in the washroom. They dried themselves off and Franklin got dressed again, and they went back to the main room. Pinkamena started gathering her tools and weapons and cleaned them in the little sink, before she dried them and put them away for later. Franklin was busy smoking a cigarette, when they heard a loud commotion outside the abandoned hospital.

"What the hell is that?" Pinkamena asked, before they heard a loud amplified voice.

"This is the police, we have you surrounded. Come out with your hands up." The Police commanded.

"Oh fuck I'd bet that damn nephew of mine turned us in!" Franklin yelled.

Pinkamena grabbed her saddlebags, then she looked at him and said. "Franklin, come with me, it's our only way out of here." She said, as she quickly opened a porthole with her mind.

Franklin looked at the porthole and then back to her. "I can't, besides what would I do in your world?" He asked.

"Please Franklin, you're the only male I ever allowed to mount me, I actually think, I love you!" She said. The whole world seemed to completely stop as the thought of what she said began to fully sink in, it was then at that moment that she realized the truly did live him.

Just then they heard the police trying to break down the door, and they heard the police yelling once more. "Alright!" Franklin yelled, and they both went into the porthole and arrived in the basement of Sugercube Corner. Franklin started looking at the tables, tub and a large pile of rope in the corner, he also thought he spotted a few blood stains on the wall.

"Do you like it? This is my original shop." Pinkamena said, as he just smiled and nodded. They went upstairs to see Mrs. Cake, who was in total shock, when she saw Franklin.

"Pinkie what is this strange creature, and how long have you been down in the cellar?" Mrs. Cake asked, freaking out.

"Oh, do you remember when I told you that I had access to a porthole that could take me anywhere? Well this man is from one of those other worlds. His name is Franklin and he's sort of my boyfriend now, if you catch my meaning?" Pinkamena said, while running her hoof through her main and looking off to the side.

"Pinkie, you didn't, did you?" Mrs. Cake asked nervously. "Oh Celestia help us, why would you give yourself to this thing?"

"Ma-am it's a long story." Franklin said. "Your friend here, just saved my life, after I did everything in my power to help her accomplish her goal." He looked at Pinkamena, with a puzzled look.

"She knows my little secret, go ahead." Pinkamena said.

"Like I was getting ready to say. I helped her find a few victims in my world, for her to have a little fun with, and damn she is good at what she does. Well one thing led to another when we were cleaning ourselves off, then the law came for us. So now, here we are." Franklin said, as he was still a little confused him self, but Mrs. Cake wasn't exactly liking what she was hearing.

After about an hour of them talking with Mrs. Cake, Franklin went to light up a cigarette and Pinkamena stopped him before he could even strike his lighter.

"This is a bakery and they have two small fouls upstairs, please follow me and I will show you where you can do that." She said, so they went outside the back door of the bakery and talked while he smoked. "So, does this look like a pretty convincing front for my little hobby?" Pinkamena asked.

"Well yes, but I was a bit surprised when Mrs. Cake told me about you baking ponies into cupcakes, with a friendly smile on her face the whole time. That's just a little bit disturbing, if you think about it." Franklin said.

"Well, she has her little secrets too. After all, she likes to have a little fun too, sometimes. She isn't as sane as she looks." Pinkamena said.

"Say, while we are here, would you care to show me around? After all if I am going to have to live here, I can't stay hidden for the rest of my life." Franklin said.

"You're right, I guess there isn't any point in you hiding anymore." She sighed. "Here I'll show you around a bit, after I introduce you to an old friend of mine, Princess Twilight Sparkle. Just between you and me, she makes the most delicious cupcakes, if you know what I mean."

"Hay, wait a minute! If you killed her, then how am I going to meet her. Don't you mean, visit her grave?" Franklin asked, as he started to get a little bit worried.

"Oh right, I guess I should at least tell you, about this strange porthole I found. I have no idea where it came from, but one day I noticed a certain pony walking around town, that I know for a fact that they shouldn't have been there. I killed them two day ago, and now here they were, walking around like nothing had ever happened. The strangest thing is, they actually bought a cupcake that contained their own meat, and said it was good. Anyway, all I know is, this strange porthole transports anypony that dies of an unnatural death, back into our world. So, I tried it several times, before I decided to kill somepony that I knew, and you could guess the rest." Pinkamena said.

"Well I would say that I didn't believe you, but you did bring me into your world, by using a porthole after all. You mentioned magic, to me once before and now, I have no choice but to believe every word you say, on the subject. You obviously know more about my world than I do of yours, so hay why not. I could learn to get used to it eventually." Franklin said, as he was more confused than ever.

"Oh, and another thing, feel free to call me Pinkie Pie, or Pinkie. That is the name the rest of them know me as, and I know you did a lot of work getting my mane and tail all nice and clean, but I have to put on my disguise now." Pinkamena said, as she puffs up her mane and tail, and is now Pinkie Pie. "Just go with the act, they actually believe that this is the real me, besides I have been doing this for years now and I haven't been caught yet." She said.

"Well Pinkie, the strangest part about all of this is, you telling me all of your secrets, right before you want to take me to meet a member of the royal family." Franklin said.

"Well technically she is only royalty because she is an alicorn. You know a unicorn with wings." Pinkie tried to explain.

"This world, is just way too strange for me to figure it out." Franklin said.

To be continued...
In Part 2

Author's Note

Please note, I am nether racist or sexist, any content that remotely suggest that, is merely for context only, to give the story more depth.