Bloody, Fresh, Fun.

ACT I - MEETING

02:34 PM | 24/04/2015

She took a bit from a sandwich, a sip of a orange soda can, and a looked to the closest head she had in view. "Oh, hello there! See you're sleeping." The pony didn't answered. "Wake up sleepy head!" Nothing. Still mute. "Answer me! Your queen demands!" The pony did not even blinked. "Come the heck on! Say something!" The man just mirrored his head towards the wall as she touched his cheeks. "Don't turn around! This is important!" The pony made another spin, this time ending in front of her blue eyes. "Come on, come on!" She had a happy face. "I just want to make you laugh!" An happy-angry face. "Don't you think it is funny? Pinkamena think it is funny!" No. I don't. Let's go before the police arrives. "Pfft. Police. I'm doing justice! They're not doin' it!" In this point we agreed. Short, dead silence. Come on, let's go. "Of you say so..." The pinkish stood up, holding in her hands a head. "He looks so scared..." You chopped his head off with a hacksaw. "...Indeed. Maybe he has a point." She started walking towards the door, trying to not step on dead bodies. "They will need to clean this up." Better give them a good payment. You did a mess there. "Yeah..." She carefully walked towards the elevator, but at it's last second, she stepped in a stomach. "Ew. Gross." You ripped that off with your own hands. "...Why everyone has a point against me?" She smiled before standing in front of a motorbike, right at the middle of the reception room. "Geez, worst park spot. They should arrest you." They should arrest You. "...You probably have a point there too." She took out an alligator mask before putting a cyan motorcycle helmet, starting her engine, and drive away. Bloody sociopath. "Nah. The correct is psychopath." She laughed. "Respect, please." Pinkamena laughed too. Fucking bitch.

03:00 PM

"Ah! Home, sweet home!" Said Pinkie, closing the door with a key and throwing her clothes in the couch. Well, we need a bath. "Fine, i wasn't going to stay naked anyway." She opened the bathroom door and entered the shower, water started falling in her naked body. "Ush! I needed a bath!" Could you please, let m take control? "What? But i wanted to enjoy the shower!" ...Fine. Just the bath. "Yeah!" She started rubbing soap all over her body, making pink bubbles all over her fur. "Méh." Why did you said that? "Nothing. Just thinking." You know that when you think, i can hear it. "...Another point to you. Damn it, i need to start making defenses." So silly. "Wha... Why? You know what, I already washed myself, but I really want to masturbate." ...God damn it, Pinkie. That's some of the stuff I do not let you do. "Aw, let me try!" No! Last time you tried to use a fucking banana!

The body blinked. The mind slapped itself. "It was a good idea until the fourth inch." Don't talk. Don't say a word about the fourth inch. "Okay... so... you can get the controls now. Just to jack off." A quick blink and those eyes, which burned with life and joy, now where more vague, more dark, more silent. But still burned wildly, just another flames, also the hair. All puffy to flat like a board. Magic. "Good. Now Pinkie, I'm going to teach you how to jack off." Yeeeeeeha! I always wanted to know the right way! "Pffft. Well, you pick your hands, the one you prefer-" Right one! Right one! "Fine. You pick this hand."  She started sliding her hand in her belly, only menacing to go further. Come on! I'm starting to get horny here! "Geez, fine. Then you... hmm" She started slowly rub her lower lips with her fingers, while raising her left hands towards her mammal organs. I was thinking... when we like, jack off, are we doing sex, or is it just jacking off? Silence. Pinkamena only continued teasing herself (And Pinkie.) And if it is sex, is it incest or hand jobs? She started penetrating her sexual organ with her bare hands, taking a moan out of Pinkie. Ah! ...You know this is pretty weird... i know it is our body touching ourselves, but i feel like it's someone else doing it. Like someone is fucking me. "Pinkie, the four inches. This joins the team." Oh. But it's pretty cool. Are we lesbians? She increased her speed and the number of gasps per second. Both Pinkies were having a pretty sweet moment.

I like to be jacked off. Principally by you. "I don't know if that's sweet, weird or gross. And yes, we are lesbian." Weird. You say like, lesbian, and not lesbians. I think you're correct. "Of course... I... ahmmmm..." Sweet lord, that was goooaaaawdd... are we close to comeeaannd i think i got the answer... yes. "I think... that..." Sighs. "I... I... Iaah! Nhaa!" ... Silence ... Thank you, lord and savior. That was the best hand job you ever gave to me. "...Thank. I guess." She got a towel and started drying herself. "You know... I think we need coffee." I checked the stock yesterday. We are fine. "Yeah. Sure." A *toc-toc* was heard. Pinkamena (naked) walked towards the door, she opened it and crouched, picking a package in the ground. At th exact moment, a stallion with a foal and a mare appeared in front of the garden, just walking by. They looked left and saw Pinkamena crouched like that. "..." She just blinked and closed the door. Come on, they had a dog! And even the dog was getting 'happy'! "Pinkie, getting a dog horny isn't in my list of 'things to be proud of', so no. Let's say he was not happy." She threw the towel in a chair and got all her clothes from the couch, which were bloody, by the way.

"God damn it, Pinkie." But Pinkamena! They're all filled with blood! How am I not going to get it all over my shit? "I dunno. Hydrophobic clothes?" Pinkie smiled. Yeah! We could buy that! "No, we didn't." She put all her clothes bloody clothes in a washing machine and started walking towards her bedroom. A bed, a wardrobe, a desk. Pretty simple. In her bed we had a white mattress, a white pillow and a black blanket. Easy. In the wardrobe we had a lot of sections, one had only shirts and T-shirts, jackets, suits and other stuff. Next one had pants, leggings, shorts, underwear and socks, next one had just a few shoes. We really need shoes. "You know we don't." Then we had a part just for 'special clothes.' A bulletproof suit, a dress, a black suit, ties, and plushies. And the desk. The desk was simple. It had a box and a lantern. The lantern lit the desk surface, to work with small pieces and at the dark, and the box had masks. 6 masks. A Dragon, A Rabbit, A Crocodile, A Cat, A Dog and A Wolf. "Wonder why we need those." We just use the croc, don't we? "Yes, Pinkie. Yes..." and at the desk: a hacksaw. A beautiful hacksaw. It had a pink handle, pink blade and pink screw. And was soaked in red blood. "And I have to clean it." No complaints!

She took a scarf out of a little chest. You know... Pinkamena put a water bottle and washed the blade. What are we? A couple? Friends? "We are one, Pinkie... but I would put as sisters." ...Sisters fuck? "Remember that case between... those two sister? Who lived in... Heck, ah forgot." So it IS fucking. "...Yeah. We are sisters and we fuck." She took all the blood from the blade, ready to be used again. "New and done. Now we wait for the next call." She blinked and Pinkamena body shaked. "Let's go to the mall." huh... correct. Let's go to the Sugarcube Corner! Pleaaaaaaa- "Stop screaming." aaaaaaaaase? "Right. Let's go." She put a shorts, a shirt and a few shoes. "Done. Ready to go." It's gonna be funny!

03:27

"Hey, mommy! Aunt Pinkie is here!" Screamed a small colt, while running towards the psychopathic Pinkamena. She only crounched and hugged the kid, was the only thing she could (and the only she should) do. Sugarcube Corner was a familiar place to both Pinkamena and Pinkie. Pinkie worked here while Pinkamena took care of the social interaction between them and other ponies. Mr. Cake was a good example. He had two kids, a lovely wife, good friends, a job who couldn't fire him, good on money... anything a man at his age could wish. He knew Pinkie like no one. He was like a father to the pinkish. "Daddy, where's mommy?" The old man laughed while pointing towards the backdoor to the kitchen. The kid sprinted towards the backdoor while Mr. Cake stared into Pinkamena's eyes. He blinked and looked at her from bottom to top. He smiled and handled her a glass of milkshake.

"So, who am I dealing with? Pinkie or Pinka?" No answer, she kept drinking her milkshake before looking into his eyes with a cold, aggressive and silent stare. "Pinka." She stopped drinking and pointed towards an hamburger. "One of those?" She nodded. "Okay, Pinka." Pinka. Pinka. She hated Pinka. She preferred Pinkamena or even Pinksy, but Pinka? That was too much. The man came back with a hamburger. "So... how's it going to you, Pinkamena? Taking care of Pinkie?" Now he was being serious. She could even think about talking with him. But she was hungry. So food came first. After eating a whole hamburger in 57.34 seconds (Maybe was Pinkie who did this incredible achievement, but we will never know.) And drinking her milkshake, she smiled towards him.

"Taking care of that dumb mare since we were kids." She smiled. Our relationship has grown since that. She knew how their relationship had growth. In all of the intellectual, respectful, soul and sexual ways. "But let's say we got closer to each other." The man smiled. Ohhhh, he know what are we talking about. "Already got the trail, didn't you?" He smiled.

"But when do you two encounter each other?"

That's a good question. "At night. When sleeping." Oh, I love the nights! "As none of us is taking place in the body, we can interact with each other." We can do all the stuff we want! Like fu- "Interesting how we got two souls and two minds in the same body. Kind of unfair." -ing! And i love cuddling and kissing, and suckin- "Life's weird." Principally when it is wet and soft and reddy an- "I thank God she can't speak without the body." The man nodded. But his mind still had some odd questions. Like...

"How do you two...?"

"That's a not frequently asked question." Sarcasm! "Well, when we are sleeping, it's pretty much the basic, just that it is between two girls." Son, when a little mare and another little mare love each o- "And at the same body... I just need to jack off. She can feel it too." -And that's called reforestation. Any questions? Pinkamena laughed alongside Pinkie. "Weird." Mr. Cake only blinked. "I know, it's an interesting  situation." And medical condition "But no more buts. I gotta go." She turned around, leaving some money at the table. "See ya." Byiye! From mirror she could see him holding a dollar bill. "Keep the change." You filth animal! "You couldn't miss the joke, could you?"

03:50

"Pinkie P. Pie. How many times i told you, do NOT, and i repeat, NOT, bring any corpse parts to our home?" Sorry! "Geez, an eyeball? Really?" Ergh... sorry "Skulls, teeth, bones, organs, brains... I could get arrested." And I would be free, wouldn't I? "...There. You actually won a point." Oh, did I? Finally! "Congratulations, want a cake?" Hahaha. Not funny. "I'm not kidding. Want cake? You can bake if you want." You... you will let me bake!? "Yes. I would. Want you?" Bake. Bake. Bake. Which one was Pinkies biggest wish? Bake. Her favorite actions were kill, slash, slay and bake. Bake. Such a beautiful job. Thank you! "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!"

Heh. Well, huh... go bake. I'll read some books. "Hell yeah!" So happy. "Yeeeeeha!" Pinkie rushed towards the kitchen and got all the ingredients she wanted to bake: orange, chocolate, baking powder, metal recipients, butter, and any other stuff she wanted. Pinkamena only walked in the black void, reading a book. "Pinkisyyyyy!" What's up? "Watcha doin'?" Reading. "...How the heck you got books in there?!" You can get anything you want in here. "...Really!?" Pinkie... it's our mind. If I want to be in a black void, I'll be. If i want a book, I'll have. If I want to do anything or be on anywhere, I can. We can. Pinkie blinked. "I could be baking cakes everyday?" Actually, yes. "God damn it." You're so cute when angry. "Well... keep caking." 1% of Pinkie was giving up, sad, all her dreams were gone, life was senseless, tears rolled in her cheeks. But the rest of the 97% were filled with nothing, so the rest 2% was sexy thoughts about Pinkamena, and Pinkamena was incredible. So the 2% were awesome. And awesome is cooler than being sad.

"So... bakin' n' cakin'?" Pinkamena laughed. Yeah. Whatever. "Hehehe." Pinkie washed her hands and put the cake in the oven, orange and chocolate cake. "In 40 minutes it should be ready." You bake cakes pretty fast. "Thanks, milady." Pinkamena giggled. "So... I'll play a bit of video games." She sit down in the couch and started her console. "So, which one does I play?" A computer. "Shoots fired. PC masters, console peasants." Now it's shoots fired. "Hehehe. GToP?" Grand Theft of Ponies? "Why not?" That's kind of racist, because there's Pegasi, Unicorns, Changelings, Griffon, Goatses, Zebras, Buffaloes, Alicorns, and the list goes on. "...É. But we only play as ponies, so it is cool." It's violent. "You're going to tell me, the bloody sociopath, to not do violence?" Isn't it psychopath? "Smart girl." Your girl. "I wish we could be in two different bodies." Me too, Pinkie...

"The cake burned?" Probably.

"Well, that was fun." She sprinted towards the kitchen, taking the beautiful cake out of her oven. Smells good. What is it? "Orange and chocolate." She got a knife and started cutting the soft material. "Want a piece?" Later. Enjoy it. Pinkie smiled while Pinkamena giggled. I like when you're happy. It's so much... better. "Welf I'ma eafing cafe, so ah can't talf." Pinkamena giggled. Pinkie swallowed her cake. "I like to see you happy! And there you're! Smiling!" Pinkamena appeared in the corner of her vision. I didn't get it. She crossed her arms, looking at Pinkie. "It's because you never smile. When you do, I smile a lot!" Seemed like a child logic, but worked. Silly. Well... which one is goin' to be our next-

*Trim-Trim.*

Dang it.

*Trim-Trim*

Pinkie, get that phone. "..." Pinkie? "Hehehe... bloody lust... is filling my body... Pinkamena..." Pinkie, I already heard that a thousand times. Please, do n- "Let the bloodbath begin."

"Let's kill."

05:30

N° 357, AV. 'Deliver the cookies at the right time.' Right time. Pfft, right time. You'll see my right time in your face you bloody asshole. "Angry?" She got out of the 'bike', taking her cyan helmet out of her head. Not exactly. "Lusty?". She put an alligator mask, standing in front of a mobster. He looked at the pinkish before trying to pull a gun out. Trying. Pinkie broke his hand and hit him again with the gun handle. Is that even a emotional state? The guy, in the ground, got a personal lap dance from Pinkie, while she bashed the gun handle in between his eyeballs, making a little waterfall of blood. "Well, I could say... 'Hey, I'm feeling lusty.', couldn't I?" She aimed the gun towards the door, making a perfect sight for shooting. Nah. Wouldn't fit well a frase. "Sure?" She kicked the door, knocking a guy in the ground and having two rushing towards her with a knife and pipe. Thugs, not even kill they can. She aimed and shoot both mobsters, two bullets for one, and a headshot, the other one tried to get a knife and stab her leg, but she simply shoot him. At this point everyone made defenses. You shot 3 times, 3 multiplied by 7 is 21, less 3 is 19. 19 minutes before police arrives. Clear this floor with 6 minutes and the next with 9, then you got 92% of chance of successfully escaping. Be fast.

Pinkie crouched and got herself a shotgun, kicking in to the next room. Two man. Two guns, both aiming towards the wall. Easy shots. She shoot one in the back and while the other was turning around (and firing a few bullets away.) She shoot his head. Three man from the other room came in rushing, she shoot one, threw her shotgun at another and started punching other one. She simply dodged the first slash he tried to give, then punched his face, and forward to destroy the same one. One was up again, the other was still on the wall. He rushed towards Pinkie with a pistol. Nah. Lesson one: if you got a pistol, stay away. They can pick your gun. And that's what she did, simply disarmed him and used him as a shield. Against who? The guy who was semi-conscious at the wall. He got her shotgun and shoot the other thug stomach, making Pinkie legs all bloody. "God damn you! I hate when this happens!" She shoot the shotgun thug through the dead thug's body.

"What a waste of meat." Do you think they had a life? Pinkie blinked as she pressed the elevator. Like family and shit like that? Pinkie smiled. "I don't care. They're mere pieces, Pinksy. Useless. Every human is useless, they're so... inferior." Oh, so tell me what makes us best than a human. "We killed approximately 564 ponies without reason. Do you still think we are a pony?" Well... you got a point The door opened, a guy aiming at Pinkie. She threw her gun at him and mounted in his chest. There's a guy coming towards you with a knife. She got the revolver from the ground and shot the one with a knife, the other one had a terrified face. She simply punched him until her hands were soaked with blood "God damn it... my hands hit his skull too hard. I think I'm bleeding." Pinkamena locked his eyes in her hand. Indeed, there was smal cuts all over her hand. Yes, we are bleeding. . Blood meant happiness for Pinkie. "I'll cut their face in half." Hacksaw? "Hacksaw."

She pulled her pink hacksaw from her belt, ready for bloodbath. She rushed towards the next room, two guys. One tried to hit her face with a baseball bat, but she ducked and cut his leg, making the thug fall on the ground. The other one tried to kill Pinkie with a chain. Bad idea. The chain wrapped around the hacksaw, Pinkie simply pulled the chain towards her, the guy inclined forward, and she cut his face in half. He screamed. "Still alive?!" She saw that he was blind, and that the other one was trying to stand up. Dumbass. She sit on his chest and started cutting his neck, blood spoiling everywhere, soaking the ground, the red thick water was simply outstanding for Pinkie and joyful for Pinkamena. So good. Oh, the last one. Just finish him. She locked her aim at the last one, he was blind, he was hurt, he was bleeding, he was suffering. "I'll just kill him." Or... we could leave him to die. Pinkie blinked. Pinkamena smiled. It's not like he doesn't deserve. Pinkie swallowed. "But... ok."

Pinkamena wanted to feel bad, but it was true. He deserved. How many had he killed? How many had he killed? Stealed? Raped? Destroyed? Pinkie and Pinkamena were only doing what they thought was correct. She walked towards the 'bike', starting the engine. Pinkie took out the alligator mask and put the cyan helmet. Pinkie... are you okay? "Yeah... No. I'm not. I never thought about it, but..." She started driving towards home, the streets were dark and cold, she was almost shivering. "Pinkamena..." Yes? "What we are doing..." Killing people? "Yeah... killing people..." She got out of the small neighborhood and now was riding alongside the sunset, a few trees and a beautiful beach. No one. Only Pinkie and Pinkamena. "Is it correct?" The truth? Pinkamena laughed while Pinkie gave a worried-smile. No. It is not morally correct. Pinkie made a slightly curve towards her garage, stopping the 'bike'. But hey, She got out of the bike, putting her helmet in the handle. We are not morally correct. We don't have to worry. Pinkie laughed. "True. True..."

"Hey, will we need another bath?" Pinkie entered the house and already took her clothes out. Yeah. We will need another bath. And a tape to fix our fingers. "Another bath?" You can take it this time. "Jack off?" No, Thank you. "Ok." She put her clothes into the washing machine and started going to the bathroom, taking her so wished bath. Was a happy moment. "Pinka..." She said, raising her voice as the word continued. "Are you hungry?" Lots. "Pizza?" Yea- wait, where did you get that phone? "Hello there! I would like a pizza." What the heck!? You're in the bath!

"Yes ma'am. Which one would be the size?"

"Big. 6 cheese, pepperoni and a strawberry chocolate." What?! How the... why are you...

"Ok... that will be 20.15 Bits, ma'am. And... wait, is that sound a shower?" Yes. You deaf dog.

"Yes, I'm taking a bath. Well, the place is..." Pinkie P. Pie, that's the second time i call you. Another time and I wil- "That's it, bye!" *Beep* "We got something to eat!" ...At least you asked for pepperoni. She got out of the bath, cleaned and bloodless. How much time? "Probably 20 minutes." Huh. "Huh huh." I'll sleep a bit, kinda... sleepy "Fine them. Goodbye! Slep well!" Sure. "I'll wake you when the pizza arrives?" Yes. Yes. After a few minutes, Pinkamena few asleep in her illusion couple-sized bed, and Pinkie got the pizza. "Pink-..." She looked to the Pinksy, sleeping nicely. "...cute." She put the pizza on the table, changed her clothes and went bed. "Good night... Pinka." Her mind woke up, saw Pinka in the bed. Walked towards it, sit in the bed, pulled the blanket, reputed it in place, turned to the pinkish, closed her eyes. And sleep. Good night too, Pinkie.