Pinkie Pie's BFF

It was a beautiful crisp morning in Ponyville as Pinkie Pie stepped out the front door of Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie sniffed at the wonderfully clean air, catching a whiff of dewy grass and the flower ponies' fragrant garden. Pinkie was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed despite another night of booze, sex and drugs. She locked the door behind her leaving Rainbow Dash upstairs in the attic, sleeping it off.

Pinkie Pie skipped along the path which headed out of Ponyville, past Sweet Apple Acres and into the Everfree Forest. It had been six months since Rainbow Dash had 'left' for pastures new and Pinkie was running low on heroin – it was time for a trip to see Zecora and stock up. As Pinkie trotted past Carousel Boutique, Rarity was opening up and putting her sale-rack outside hoping to catch the eye of pony passers-by.

"Oh good morning, Pinkie Pie! Isn't it such a beautiful day?"

Pinkie stopped and waved to her friend.

"Goooooooooood morning Rarity, my fashionable friend! Isn't it just… just…pony-fabulous?"

Rarity laughed politely. She loved Pinkie Pie as did all the other ponies but Rarity could not muster quite the same bounciness as her friend this early in the morning.

"Quite. Can I interest you in some new duds, Pinkie dear? I'm having a clear out of my summer range – they simply won't do for autumn, the colours clash with the brown and gold of the trees especially…"

Talking herself out of a sale, Rarity quickly changed her pitch.

"Oh, I mean they are fine for autumn! Absolutely darling. Fashion favours the brave! Care to try some on?"

Pinkie giggled and shook her head.

"They are super-duper Rarity, as always! But I'm in a intsy-wintsy-bit of a hurry. Maybe I can try that nice pink and gold frock on my way back?"

Rarity blushed at her friend's praise for her garment-making skills and smiled, adjusting the dresses on the rack so that they were all immaculately in line.

"Wonderful. Have a nice morning darling, see you later!"

Pinkie waved again and continued her journey. Her legs were a little sore this morning but did not affect her much. She and Dash had some mind-blowing sex the evening before – Pinkie had pegged Rainbow Dash for an hour leaving her legs and flank muscles achy; the resulting orgasm had strained her tummy muscles but no doubt the evening's fun was the cause of her morning cheeriness. A line of cocaine to kick-start the day helped too.

Leaving the village, Pinkie could see Applejack and Big Mac apple-bucking far away on one of the many orchards of Sweet Apple Acres. Spotting Pinkie from afar, Applejack and Big Mac waved to their friend who waved back without stopping. The autumnal sun warmed Pinkie's coat and as she skipped along, she kicked playfully at the piles of wet leaves on the ground.

As Pinkie approached Fluttershy's cottage, she saw her friend outside with Angel-bunny plucking carrots from her garden. Fluttershy's self-sufficiency impressed her friends and it was always nice when she would cook a meal for all of them once a month with her organic fruit and vegetables.

"Good morning Fluttershy and Mr. Bunny, how are you this morning?"

Angel glared at Pinkie Pie. She was too noisy and boisterous for his liking.

"Oh, Pinkie Pie. Hi! We are well, thank you. And yourself?"

Pinkie trotted up to Fluttershy and gave her a hug, much to Angel's chagrin.

"I'm super! I'm looking forward to your party next week! Party-hardy!"

Fluttershy blushed and plucked another carrot out of the ground with her teeth.

"Well… it's more of a meal than a party, Pinkie. I'm not sure how I could, umm, make a fabulous party like yours."

Pinkie lowered her voice.

"You knowwwwww… I could get you something to make the meal go with more of a… KABOOM!"

"Oh?" replied Fluttershy. She didn't really want her meal to go 'kaboom' or any other type of loudness.

"I've got this great stuff, you put it in the food and it makes everyone really happy and party crazy and dance all night long! "

Fluttershy didn't like the sound of that.

"Thank you, Pinkie Pie but I don't think I would be comfortable with that. But I appreciate the offer; you are always so kind to me."

Fluttershy hugged Pinkie and patted her on the head.

"Anytime, friend! If you change your mind, just bop me on the head and let me know!"

Pinkie trotted off into the forest as Fluttershy resumed her gardening duties. The only thing more fabulous than having one BFF would be having two and Pinkie would love Fluttershy to be that other BFF. Fluttershy was so scared of trying new things however – Pinkie thought that she could perhaps slip something in her drink during the meal. That could liven things up.

The gloom of the forest really didn't affect Pinkie although she would prefer to still have the sun on her flank. The thick tree canopy blocked off a lot of the light but Pinkie wasn't the kind of pony to be frightened by a little darkness. She may have been a little more concerned had she seen the beady eyes watching and following her from above.

Halfway between the forest entrance and Zecora's hut, Pinkie heard a rustle above her and stopped. Looking up, she tilted her head quizzically, seeing nothing.

"Silly trees! You can't put the willies up me!"

A swooping noise coming from the side of the path caused Pinkie to turn her head just as a set of claws sank into her chest and feathered wings enveloped her. Falling backwards, Pinkie was pinned down. As the dust cleared, Pinkie looked up at the beady eyes and sharp yellow beak of Gilda the gryphon. Gilda dug her sharp fore-claws under Pinkie's skin, drawing blood and causing the pony to squirm.

"Gilda! Uh, what a surprise! Would you mind, you know… not stabbing me with your big old sharp claws?"

Gilda's pupils constricted to pin-pricks and the gryphon unhooked her claws from Pinkie's chest, now just using them to push her down against the ground.

"Stinkie-pie, fancy meeting you here. We've got unfinished business. I haven't seen Rainbow Dash since you made me look like a doofus at your stupid lame party! Where is she?"

Pinkie looked up at Gilda and stuck out her tongue, oblivious to just how angry the gryphon was.

"I'm not going to tell you, you ugly old meany-pants! Go eat some mint leaves 'coz your breath smells like old socks!"

Gilda was in no mood for nonsense and slapped Pinkie across the face, catching the pony with her talons leaving a large gash on the cheek.

"Listen, retard. You can either be helpful, or you can be dinner. What's it going to be?"

Pinkie made a 'come closer' motion with her hoof causing Gilda put her head nearer. Pinkie whispered into Gilda's ear.

"She's my BFF now and she said she never wants to see you again, you horrible, ugly bird!"

Gilda's lower beak dropped open and for a second, the fierce gryphon looked terribly hurt and vulnerable. Pinkie gulped and stuttered.

"I… I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that! That was really mean of me, I…"

Gilda opened her beak wide, roared and threw her head down against Pinkie's stomach, piercing her soft flesh. Pinkie's eyes widened in shock as with a vile squishing and tearing sound, Gilda pulled out strings of intestine and other parts. Pinkie squeaked – she really hadn't anticipated Gilda doing that.

Gilda swallowed some of Pinkie's gizzards whole and wiped blood off her beak with the back of her claws.

"How do you like that, dweeb?"

Gilda pushed her claw into the hole in Pinkie's tummy and pulled out more intestines like a string of sausages. A kidney also hung out and Gilda quickly ripped it from the pony and wolfed it down. Pinkie groaned and spewed up dark red blood and bile.

"Urgh, Gilda. You... didn't have to do that. I was just….teasing. "

Gilda looked down at the pathetic pony. She had never eaten pony before but it tasted as good as just about any prey mammal. The gryphon pulled on Pinkie's intestine, not to find more to eat but to cause agony. Pushing the other claw in, Gilda sliced and pulled at any internal parts she could find. The pain was indescribable as Pinkie was slowly eviscerated. Pinkie could only whimper as her bowel, bladder and liver were tugged from inside her stomach cavity and placed beside her in a pile of blood and foul smelling gizzards.

"Dash.. in cake shop… please.. kill me…"

Gilda's pupils dilated. She picked up Pinkie's greasy, slick liver from the pile of guts and took a bite. Pinkie gurgled on blood and vile-tasting stomach acid thrown up from her ruined digestive system.

"Please… it hurts… so much…"

Gilda stood up and put one of her hind paws on Pinkie's face. Pinkie's last thought was how funky Gilda's foot smelled, as the gryphon put all her weight onto the pony's face and her skull collapsed with a sickening crunch; slippery brain and fluid from enucleated eyeballs oozing and dripping onto the forest floor.

Gilda wriggled her paw in the warm mess that used to be Pinkie's face. With a cat's suppleness she lifted her leg and licked the tasty fluid off her paw pads. The rise and fall of Pinkie's chest quickly stopped and Gilda picked up the gutted corpse, tossing it into the bushes beside the forest path leaving only a patch of blood and specks of shredded flesh at her feet.

Back in Ponyville, Rainbow Dash was awake and her withdrawals had started. She had been calling for Pinkie about half an hour, before accepting her friend was not there. Pinkie had never left her alone in the morning – she knew the first dose was the one she craved most, why would she deprive her like that?

Dash dry-heaved and groaned. Her legs felt so restless and her stomach was cramping as weeks of constipation started to move through her belly.

"Urgh, Pinkie Pie…. I need you… "

Rainbow Dash finally accepted she was going to have to try and make a fix for herself. She had never done that before and wasn't aware of the careful measurements Pinkie used to ensure her friend didn't overdose.

Pinkie had done everything for her BFF since she had moved into the attic; brought her bedpan when she needed the toilet, washed and groomed her, fetched her meals and drinks. Dash's legs felt numb and weak as she gingerly got out of bed and headed for the door.

Gilda let out a screech as she forced her way through the thick forest canopy before emerging into the blue sky and stretching her wings. She hoped dearly that Rainbow Dash was indeed in Pinkie's house. She missed Dash so much and wanted to apologise for being such a jerk.

With Pinkie out of the way, she'd surely become her best friend again and they could go on fly-outs or 'chillax' like they used to. With a swoop and a screech, Gilda nose-dived before levelling out just above the forest canopy and glided gracefully in the direction of Ponyville.