The definite guide to not make a pig scream (AU sqeal to Cupcake chronichles)

by The Frank

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Dark, Tragedy
Length: 2856

What if...somepony exposed what Pinkamena was doing? Will there be justice? Or...something worse?

So, you all read the cupcakes, right? Perhaps even Cupcake chronichles?

I did… and little weird ideas came into my head.

Well…
what if somepony actually exposed to the world what Pinkamena was doing.
Would she run? Would Nemesis eventually catch up on her? Will there be justice? Blood? Both?

What? You are considering reading this? Man, you are weird. I mean, this story really stinks you know. OOC-ing, stupid wordings and stuff.

Oh, some references to BDSM. Not to be considered an good description, more a late-night-television thing.

And you still think this will be worth reading?

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-02 14:30:03 UTC

You sure? Ok, go ahead.

How to not make a pig scream

by The Frank

It was a pleasant afternoon in the city of Manehattan. Pinkamena Diane Pie was sitting at a small café in central park, sipping on a large cinnamon latte. Now, had this been an ordinary day with an ordinary pony, the scene would have been a quite, relaxed one. But Pinkamena was no ordinary pony. She was on the run, a prey, and she never relaxed more than one minute at a time.

In front of her lay a scrap-book, containing headlines from "Daily Equestria". She had collected them over the past months, and they all were where big and black.

"CUPCAKE MURDER EXPOSED"

"PONYVILLE IN CHOCK, 13 VICTIMES AND COUNTING"

"SWEET PIE MAKER OF GRUESOME TREATS"

"SWEENIE TODDS APPRENTICE IN PONYVILLE!

And so on.This was what mostly occupied her the last four months. Running, and collecting. Now, while soneponys actually would feel the thrill of the hunt, Pinkamena was mostly annoyed. How could she threw her special partys without her little basement lair? The fact that everybody knew was of little concern, but without proper tools, no good work could be done! And it was all PPP's fault.

PPP, party pooper pinkie was that annoying voice in the back of her head, which she reluctantly adressed as the former owner of this body. Nowadays her voice seldom came out, and on those occations it was mostly sobbing.... YEAH RIGHT! That bucking little bitch hade tricked her! It was  on the morning of thursday, the week after the last harvest, she woke up to find her journal out from the hidingplace, three pages torn out and a short message on the fourth remaining.

I told everything. They will come after you. You're going down. I hate you!

/pinkie.

That blow came out of nowhere. How was this even possible? PPP was locked away in her mind!

...no...not entirely...

She remembered, she had been sleepwalking a couple of times. There were a lot of times when she'd wake up, finding her things out of place. It was probable that then and there PPP took over her body. Trying herself before being confident enogh to send a message. Oh, that dirty little piece of shit! And she, who thought she'd shown her who was in charge!

It was two weeks before that date. PPP hade made another attempt for suicide and Pinkamena decided it was time to set an example.

That's why she went for Applebloom. Of all the fillies in Ponyville, Applebloom was more dear to PPP than any other. She could really have picked any filly, she had once made a promise to leave the fillys out of her system. But now.. oh yes... who cares about a stupid promise when it was partytim and you needed to silence that stupid voice in your head? Oh, that juicy little filly was good enough. She could feel Pinkies agony and it had felt sooooo good. Little ripe, juicy Applebloom... Such screams! Such tears! Such good-tasting body....yep, it had been the perfect night. A night, to be followed by many, many more.

And then, she snitched on her. Bitch. There was nothing to do, but to run. Run for one's life. From Ponyville to hooveston, to Fillydelphia and finally Manehattan. No tracks of her should be found! But she had to leave everything behind.  Even her journal. Well, not likely anypony would have doubts about her guilt anyway... and she still hand the pictures.

Oh, how she wanted to punish PPP. Make her suffer. Take her best friend Rainbow out for a party... But that wasn't possible. Not now. First she needed the necessary space, and then she'd take her friends. One by one. She would bring them all, and she would even invite PPP...let her hold the knife...Alright, that did happen one time... Didn't go at all well... But it would be different now, oh yes. It would.

Pinkamena decided to leave the café. The hotel she was staying at had free Wifi, and to do some search for some abandoned factorys or rusty old mansions couldn't hurt, could it? Why, should she became a full-time lunatic, why not go for the whole enchillada?

Back at the hotel, she went straight to her room. It was a cheap hotel, but it fulfilled it's part. No Questions, no names. That was all. In her room, she brought up her iPony to search for houses. Oh...but a little peek on older fun wouldn't hurt, would it? Pinkamena was all up in her memorys, otherwise she would have reacted on the shadow jumping out of the bathroom, held on to her hooves and planted a syringe needle deep in her arm. And then, there was only silence.

...

When she woke up, she found herself tied down on a tilted table. Very much like her own, actually. The room was dark, exept for a rectangular area, whose edges let through some light. A door, probably. Now, whence she could not see, her other sences sharpened, as they usually do in these situations. The room was chilly, not moisterized though. Some sort of basement, but well-built. The smell was of antibachterial cleaner and... yes... wet dog. And there was also somepony, or more probable, someTHING, snoring at the left from her.

Now, you may think that pinkamena took this situation cool. In fact, she did not. She was panicking, in the most frightful way. But she couldn't move an inch and she couldn't scream. Her muzzle was filled with a gagball and around her head, making sure no sounds slipped out, was tied a scarf. She tried to scream, but the only thing that came out was a muffled moan.

In that state, she was hanging for hours. At least it felt so. And the panic grew. Then, PPP came forward.

So...how's it hanging?

You bitch. This is your fault.

Uh-uh. Is not!

Is too!

Is not! I killed nopony. You did.

...Like you weren't in on it.

You try to blame this on  me? Yeah right...thats very mature.

If you hadn't snitched on me, I wouldn't be here! If I wasn't stuck I would have tortured you, beat you, killed you...

..and it wouldn't helped getting you out anyway.

Where am I?

I dunno. But I'm sure you don't get out of here alive.

You will die too!

Yeah. But you're going with me. That helps.

Then, suddenly, the door opened. The chock of a sudden light made Pinkamena blinded for a while, but the hooves on the floor, two ponies apparantly, she could hear. And then, the voice.

"Well, Ah must say tis' a most pleasent view! So... sugarcube, how do you like MY dungeon?"

Screw. Applejack. But who was the other? There was only a single light on, that was directly shining on her. The rest of the room was pretty much in the dark. The other pony lay down on the floor, but Applejack stood up, close to Pinkamena.

Then she removed the gagball and the scarf.

"Ah've been waiting for yer. Yer twisted little twat. To put it simple...what yer did to Applebloom, ah will do to yer. You deserve every part, and to leave yer dying in the end of it can be considered letting yer of easy."

Pinkamena's panic increased. This could not be the end. So many more ponys to taste... And all that ruined just because somepony wanted revenge. But, she would not go down with out a fight. Applejack was strong, but she might be pursued into a change of mind. Since she was tied down, Pinkamena only had words, and she really never been good with those, though. But she had to say something...

"You...you wouldn't!"

So bucking lame. And AJ knew that.

"And why wouldn't Ah?" Applejack replied with a smirk. Pinkamena was desperately trying to think...something good. Something that would work on Applejack.

"Because....because....because then you'll be just like me! You will be a monster, just like me! I don't think you want that!

Ah, the "dothatandshowthatyournotbetterthanme"-card. Perhaps a long shot, but AJ was after all the element of Honesty. She would know the truth and then...

"It's a little late for that... yer see... ah AM already a... 'monster' !"

Applejack paused, to let her words sunk in. Pinkamena stared at Applejack. She could not be...oh no...she knew that glow in her eyes. She'd seen it in her own many times.

"...and yer not even mah first...playmate"

Applejack turned to the other pony, who was laying on the floor.

"Slave. Stand up. Yer been bad, slave."

"Yes mistress."

"Yer made me veery dissapointed in yer, slave. Yer see this?"

"Yes mistress. I have been very bad. I need to be punished."

Twilight Sparkle. She looked like she'd been broken in two, and then glued together with a rusty nail on the inside.

"So yer do, slave. Yer know why? Cause yer are tha most powerful unicorn in equestria and yer couldn't finish one easy, simple task."

"I know mistress. I've failed most dreadful."

" I wanted this little dirty scumbag of a pony in this room two weeks ago. And YOU. COULDN'T. EVEN. DO. THAT!"

Smack! AJ gave Twilight a hard slap in the face.

"Yer 'ave failed me. Now get out! Prepare my bed and supper. If yer mistress find this evenings work successful... Ah might alow yer to eat."

"Yes mistress. You are very kind to your slave mistress"

"Do yer love your mistress?"

"I do love you very much mistress"

"And yer still awaits yer punishment. Now get out."

Applejack turned to Pinkie.

"Welcome to yer nightmare, sugarcube. Yes, Twi was my first. Yer know sugarcube, how devastated ah was when Bloom disapeared? Ah actually cried. Ah didn't think ah could. Know what happened then?  That little piece of shit came to me one night, offering me comfort and her usual plattitudes about friendship. Ah got so angry Ah tied her up and whipped everything out of her! It felt SOOOOO GOOOD! And Ah realized Ah really really wanted to hurt somepony. But at the same time,  Ah realized, Twilight could be useful... so instead of killing her, Ah broke her. Broke her down bad. And, well, yer saw the result. Pretty impressive, uh?"

Pinkamena was silent.

"Yer awfully quite, sugarcube? Wanna se what ah did next? What Twi helped me to do? She brought them to me, brought me all my playmates...those who deserved to play with me!

Applejack hit a light switch and Pinkamena could see five other ponys, all hanging the same way as her. But they were all wrapped up in bodybags.

"Yer know, ah'm a bit of a competitive. Ah like to challenge ponys. Play with them, see who lasts the longest. Ah always wins! And they die..."

Applejack was apparantly admiring her work.

"Yup. What you see, amongst others are that stupid detective who were in charge of the investigation... and so Mr and Mrs Cake..Oh, yeah and the fourth and fifth...was just some ponies that didn't like applepie. Yer know, we all got to die, the reason might be stupid, but it still will happen!"

Pinkamena didn't want this. It was impossible to avoid the end, but at least, she could postpone it a bit. She just needed AJ to keep talking.

"But...but...how could you...break Twilight so...quick? I meen... she's strong, and smart... and..."

"And ah'm just an earthpony? Well... Ah did a bit of practice first. Ah like to break it to yer now, ah have a marefriend. Ayup, ahm a fillyfooler! Didn't se that coming, were yer? Oh, SHE really enjoyed some nice playing... and Ah just couldn't help myself...She was to easy to break. To make her the way ah wanted her"

Applejack whistled, something that had been lieing in the corner sprang up.

"Whos mommys good girl? Whos mommys good girl. 'Aht's right, yer!"

It sounded like a dog, and it moved like a dog. It wagged its tail, it licked Applejacks face out of joy but... is wasn't a dog. It was Rainbow Dash.

"Mommys good little girl found the dirty pony mommy wanted to see... oh yes... good girl. Yer will have a reward! Oh yes! Yer wanna sleep in mommys bed tonight? Snuggle a bit and do those funny things mommy likes to do when she's happy?"

Rainbow dash spun around in circles and barked, just like an excited dog. And the panting sounded like "yes! Yes mommy!"

"Good dashie. Mommys good little dashie. Found that evil little bitch and flew her here. Yer been behaving very good, pet. You may stand"

"Woof"

"You may talk."

"Thank you mommy!"

"Yer know who dis is, pet?"

"She's the evil evil pony who took our Applebloom."

"That she is. What do yer feel 'bout her?"

Rainbow looked at Pinkamena with pure hatred in her eyes. She knew how Rainbow Dash usually looked when angry, but this was even worse, and Pinkamenas heart flew over with fear.

"I hate her, mommy! I want to see her dead!"

"Yer want mommy to kill that awful pony?"

"Yes mommy! Kill her! Kill her! Make her pay!"

"Ah will. Ah will..."

Applejack turned her head to look at Pinkamena. Her eyes were blank, and that made Pinkamena even more afraid.

She doesn't care. She doesn't feel. She says she hates but she doesn't. It's not about me or Applebloom. it's just about pain. I'm just an object. I'm just something to play with. Just like...me...She's like me. Buck. I'm in deep shit.

Not that you don't deserve it.

I don't! I don't! It's this crazy bi..."

Don't call my friend AJ that!

She IS crazy! She will kill us!

She will kill you. Not me. I'm not you.

Yes you are. We're the same.

"No yer not!"

Huh?

"Yer not mah friend pinkie! Mah friend pinkie would never lie! She would never kill anyone. And she would never, NEVER take mah Applebloom."

"How do you know she talks to me?"

"Read yer journal. We all did. Twilight showed us. They tried to understand. ... Ah didn't try. Ah understood yer totally."

Silence followed, broken by Applejack.

"Make no mistake, Ah hate yer guts for what yer were doin' to mah sister. But it did not make me snap or anything. Ah was a monster long before you came. Just satisfied myself with smaller items. Bugs. Birds. Have a life in my hands and see it fade. So we're the same sort, Pinkie...."

Applejack stopped in the center of the room.

"Coming to think of it, we could have had a good time together. Ah could have invited yer here. Shared some playmates.  See how long it would last, the taste.... "

Applejack fell in silence...she looked like she actually DID taste somethings.

"To bad ah didn't found out 'til it was to late. and yer did something ah can't forgive. The rest of them ponies? Pah. But mah sister...

NO ONE HURTS MAH FAMILY!..."

Applejack jumped over to Pinkamena, thrusting a buttefly knife in her left flank. The pain was immence, and Pinkamena gave out a cry.

"SHUT UP! Yer not allowed to cry when ah'm talking... No...yer wouldn't be fun to play along with. Cause yer want scream. Ah prefere the feeling, the tence atmosphere and the cold sweat of fear. Sure, a moan now and then 's nice but besides that... no."

Applejack still hed the gagball in her hooves.

"Yeah, this thing actually... was Dashies idea. She also likes to play... the dear..."

Rainbow Dash looked at Applejack like a kid who were about to get icecream.

"Do yer love yer mommy?"

"I love my mommy"

Rainbow sneaked up beside Applejack, giving her a warm hug.

"Mommy loves Dashie to. Yer may go up. Yer may eat, and Ah put you in charge of tieing up the slave. Wait for mommy in mommys bed after."

"Yes mommy"

"Now go. Don't fail me."

"I promise mommy!"

Pinkamena couldn't stay silent any longer. This was just to much. She couldn't help, she started crying.

"AJ, you..."

Pinkamena went silent when Applejack took the sharp butterfly knife and pushed it against her throat.

"SHUT UP! You have no right to speak or cry, or scream! This is MY playground. Now how shall we start? Oh, ah know. Since yer Pinkamena, this must be a party. And a party needs some games...how 'bout riddles? Here's one for yer. Now, do yer know how yer cut of a pigs leg without it screaming? Hmm? Do yer know how to slice up it's cunt and it's still not screaming? Do yer know how you poke out it's eyes, cut up its stomach and shove the eyes down and still it doesn't scream?"

Pinkamena was dumb with silence. It was finished. From here, there would only be pain. And deep down she heard the voice of PPP.

Farewell pinkamena. I hope you burn

"Weell? Ah need an answer"

Pinkamena slowly shook her head. Applejack slowly came closer, knife in hoove.

"Its easy. You start with cutting out its tongue".