Pinkie Pie was serving a customer that morning at Sugarcube Corner she placed the tray of six muffins into a bag and gave it to the grey pegasus. She cashed the bits and turned to head into the back room.
“Mrs Cake, I’m taking my lunch break now!” She announced.
Mrs Cake was feeding Pound and Pumpkin, who were being less than cooperative as usual.
“Okay dear.” She said while trying to place the spoon in Pumpkins’ mouth.
Mr Cake passed Pinkie with another tray of muffins to restock the front, he’d remain on the till until Pinkie had finished eating. Pinkie took out a loaf of bread and took two slices.
“Now Pinkie, you’re remembering we’re away for the weekend? Are you sure you can hold the fort while we’re gone?”
“Of course I can Mrs Cake or my name wouldn’t be Pinkamena Responsibility Dianne Pie.” Pinkie said as she placed salad between the bread.
“Yes dear, but you’ve never ran the shop by yourself before for two days in a row.” Mrs Cake explained.
“Don’t worry Mrs Cake, when have I ever let you down.” Pinkie said happily.
“Oh...well...er… As long as you can handle it. We’ll be leaving in a few hours.”
Pinkie took the sandwich she’d just made up to her room.
I walked into my room and set the sandwich on the side table. I see her sitting on my bed, sitting on her haunches balancing a balloon on her forehooves, she blows a lock of hair from her face.
“Pinkamena, what are you doing here?” I think to myself.
“What do you think Pinkie? Tonight we’re going to play.” Pinkamena responded.
Nopony could see Pinkamena; only Pinkie. Only Pinkie could see a near-mirror-image of herself on the bed. The mare with the flat mane and tail, the pony with the slightly darker shade of pink fur, the pony who told me to do things and became me. This was my dark passenger.
“Pinkie its been so long since the last one.” Pinkamena whined.
Pinkie trotted up to Pinkamena and jabbed a hoof at her chest. Only Gummy could see Pinkie Pie the party pony poke the air over her bed.
“The last time we nearly got caught. Don’t you remember what Maud said? We only play with the bad ponies and we don’t get caught those were the two rules.”
Pinkie never said a word, she thought all her conversations with Pinkamena.
“And I’ve already seen one, he’s been in a few times. He killed his last mare-friend and got away with it Pinkie. Look here he is now.”
Pinkamena got off the bed and trotted to the window where she stood on her hindhooves to look out. Pinkie followed suit and did the same. She could see the unicorn Pinkamena referred to, he was trotting into the shop. The unicorn had brown fur and a darker brown mane and tail, he had a tornado for a cutie mark.
“C’mon Pinkie, its Friday its the perfect night to get him and bring him here.” Pinkamena explained.
“And how exactly do you know this?” Pinkie asked angrily, already knowing the answer.
“I followed him.” Pinkamena said with a sinister smile.
“No you took control and I followed him!” Pinkie retorted.
“Yes, but I didn’t fake the injury to get the tranquilizer.” Pinkamena said, sticking out her tongue.
“I did that to please you, as I always do. I don’t always want to play with you but you force me to.”
“Pinkie, Pinkie. Don’t you remember what happened to mother, and father and Marble and Limestone?”
“Of course I remember.” Pinkie replied, a tear rolled down her muzzle.
“Which is why we only play with bad ponies, don’t you remember the fun we had? How we took that knife and Maud took that rock?”
“Yes I remember.” Pinkie replied angrily that her dark passenger had brought it up.
“You better eat that, our break is nearly up.” Pinkamena pointed to the clock.
“Fine, get back in then.” Pinkie said.
The two ponies stood on their hindhooves and opened their forehooves for a hug. They embraced and Pinkamena disappeared into Pinkie.
“We’ll need to buy some things later.” Pinkamena whispered.
Pinkie Pie returned downstairs and started to clean the small seating area within the cafe. A few hours later and the Cakes began to shut the store. They said their goodbyes and Mrs Cake recited the list of jobs Pinke had to do over the next few days. The Cakes eventually left and Pinkie and Pinkamena counted to five-hundred. After that they left Sugarcube Corner and headed to the DIY store.
Pinke pushed the trolley around the medium sized store. In the trolley was duct tape, plastic sheeting and a hacksaw. Pinkie was walking around in a daze until Pinkamena saw something she liked.
“Ooooooou I want that.” Pinkamena chimed happily like a filly.
Pinkie looked at the model of the circular saw on display, she sighed and let Pinkamena guide their vessel to the display. It was hard to co-exist with yourself but Pinkamena was born out of necessity and together they shared Pinkies’ body. If it wasn’t for Pinkamena there’d be no ‘Pinkie Sense’ but there would also be no play dates either, but Pinkie wanted the monsters gone and Pinkamena knew how.
“Well hey there Pinkie!” A stallion called.
“Shit, take over Pinkie.” Pinkamena said.
Pinkie felt herself have full control of her body.
“Well hiya Lugnut only thirty-four more days until your birthday.” Pinkie said with a smile.
“Why are you buying a circular saw?” Lugnut asked.
“Because we’re doing renovations while the Cakes are away. Thought it’d be a nice surprise.” Pinkamena replied using Pinkies’ voice.
“Well sure, don’t forget you’ll need some goggles and an apron, don’t want you getting messy.”
“No we don’t.” Pinkamena replied in a sultry tone to herself.
They left the store with the hacksaw, a sledgehammer, the circular saw, the duct tape, the plastic sheet and safety equipment. Pinkamena began singing ‘Smile’ to herself as they walked back to Sugarcube corner.
It was Pinkamena who coated the room in the plastic sheeting when they got back, the hours slowly passed and everything was ready. Pinkamena took the vessel upstairs and rooted under Pinkies’ bed for the ketamine. She found and stirred Pinkie from her mental slumber.
The unicorn called Iron Ingot trotted towards the bar to find a female companion for the night. He was looking for the dirtiest mare he could find that night and he’d stop at nothing to get one. As he approached the bar he saw a pink earth pony walk towards him. He recognised the pony instantly from the bakery.
“Hello Pinkie, how are you this evening?” He asked as they met in the street.
“I’m fine, you look tired.” She said with an oddly detached voice.
“No, Im-” He was cut off.
He felt the needle go in his neck and then saw the floor rush up to meet him.
We awoke at 5am, everypony else will be asleep. The bakery is quite far from other buildings so we won’t anyone while we play. We look at the sleeping pony taped to the makeshift table, we decided its time. We grab the smelling salts and crack one under his nose. He awakes but cannot speak our ball gag prevents him from doing so.
He panics as he can’t move he tries to use magic but the ketamine prevents that. Now we decided that he should see us.
“Hello Mr Ingot.” We say in our detached voice.
He tries to reply and we laugh when he can’t.
“Ironic isn’t it? Didn’t your ex try to warn other ponies about your violent behaviour?” We say.
We release the ball gag, just for fun.
“The fuck is wrong with you bitch? I’m not into this kinky shit!” He shouts.
“Oh this isn’t sex, who’d want to fuck somepony who killed their ex?” We reply.
He spits at us, I feel Pinkie wipe it from us but I’m still charge. We don’t like him speaking anymore. We ram the ballgag into his mouth again. We watch as he tries to levitate something to hit us with, his magic is restoring.
“We better sort that Pinkie.” I say out loud so he can hear us.
We walk over to wear the Cakes keep the aprons and we dress ourselves with the heavy apron, we also place the facemask over our head. My flat mane held back in a knot tied by Pinkie. We walk over to Iron Ingot, we look at his naked cock and wonder whether its been in more mares than he’d beaten. We then straddle his chest, its awkward but we make it, he’s looking up at us wondering what we’ll do. I grab the circular saw and we rev it together. That got a reaction.
The stallion squirms under us as the saw picks up speed. He hold it in our hooves and we press it against his horn. Sparks fly as his horn is slowly being cut. We smile as we watch his pain. We hear him scream beneath us, tears streaming down him.
“Scream if you want to do faster!” We say happily.
We’re not sure if he heard but we push the saw through the last of the horn, it comes off and clatters the floor. We get off him and watch him cry. Thats when we notice his right hoof is free, he pulls the ball gag from him.
“You bitch! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you like that whore of a marefriend! All I wanted to do tonight was fuck some dirty slut, so I’m going to fuck you!”.
He reaches over to pull the duct tape from his other hoof. We panic, we search something, anything, then we find it. We push him back against the table, we feel his teeth around our hard hoof. He plunge the knife through his free hoof and its pinned to the table. He stops biting us as he screams in pain. We pull back and regain our breath.
“You made a wrong move mister.” Pinkie says.
I on the other hoof grab the sledgehammer. I stand us up on our hindhooves and spin us around lifting the hammer above our head.
“All we wanted to do tonight was smile, smile, smile.”
And with that Pinkie begins singing as I swing the heavy hammer down onto his cock and balls. This is the blow that kills him. We crushed everything with the hammer including the table beneath him.
“Well Pinkie, its time to grab the hacksaw and fire up the oven, we open in a few hours.”
Pinkie opened the store several hours later and the smell of freshly baked goods brought in the early bird customers. After a while Pinkie see the grey pegasus with the mail.
“Gee Pinkie, its time you got that oven cleaned, it smells something awful today.”
“Thanks Derpy I’ll clean it tonight.” Pinkie says with a big smile.
Pinkie then picks up a tray of red cupcakes.
“Would you like to try one? they’re free.” Pinkie says.
Derpy quickly takes one and scoffs it down, which was good because she didn’t notice the brown hair in it.
“We’ll have to check better next time Pinkie.” Pinkamena quips.
