Pinkie Has Coping Issues

After half an hour Rarity began to stir, slowly waking up she began to move, squeaking in pain as she pulled against her straps as a still unknown pain stung her limbs, and her broken leg throbbed as she opened her eyes and looked at her worried friends staring at her.  “What’s going on, girls?  Why can’t I move?” questioned Rarity.

None of them knew what to say, and then Dash spoke up, “You’re tied up, Rare.  We don’t know what they have planned but, I don’t think its anything bad, just scary,” lied Dash, as she smiled at her friend.

Pinkamena and Fluttershy returned to the room and walked in front of Rarity who asked, “Pinkie, what’s happening, I can’t move, this is terrible for my skin, and my mane is positively disheveled and I have to fix my horn. You said you’d let me go, so let me go.”

“Now you know what it’s like to be lied to,” retorted Pinkamena, “And my name is Pinkamena, I’m not worth the name Pinkie to you ponies.  Pinkie is the name for the favorite party pony, but I can’t lie anymore, I’m not worth that title, I can’t keep smiling while you’re so awful to us, it’s taking so much from me."

With that Fluttershy turned to the captives and asked, “What do you love most about Rarity?  You pretended to love me while defending her, so what do you truly love about her?”  Puzzled, the trio stared back, and hesitantly Dash said, “I’ve always liked her mane, it’s so styled and pretty.”  Applejack looked at the floor and added, “I always liked her smile.  She may have a bad attitude but her smile was always honest.

Pinkamena looked at Twilight awaiting a response, “Well,” Twilight started, “I always liked her generosity, and she’s blunt but honest about fashion and style too,” smiling to herself with slight jealousy.

Turning around, Pinkamena went to Fluttershy and whispered something.  Walking to a table setup Fluttershy picked up a small knife and went to Rarities back, the white mare tried looking behind her, causing her limbs to burn and sting. “What are you doing, dear?”  Rarity asked worried, then she tensed her body and screamed louder than she had in years.

Looking they saw blood running onto the floor as Rarity thrashed against her binds, her screams echoing in the room making every pony except Fluttershy wince from the noise.  Watching with wide scared eyes, Dash, Twilight and Applejack stomachs turned as Rarity’s whole tail fell to the floor.  Blood poured from her body as Fluttershy ran away and up the stairs.

Looking at Rarity Pinkamena smiled and trotted over to the fallen tail, picking it up with her teeth, some blood trickling onto her head, she tossed the tail towards the trio.  It landed a few feet infront of twilights central cell.  All the mares jumped back in disgust.  Twilight began to throw up into the waste-grate while the other two looked in fear at the pink mare.

Returning with a large Paint can, the handle wrapped in cloth in her mouth, Fluttershy quickly set it on the floor in front of Rarity, who was screaming loudly from the throbbing pain shooting through her legs and lower back, her broken leg throbbing worse than ever before.

Opening the can Fluttershy grabbed a pair of pliers and took out a red glowing bolt and pressed it to the bleeding wound.  The white mare thrashed as the burning at the base of her tail filled her body, the smell was disgusting and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.  She vomited while she screamed and thrashed violently with more force than she knew she had, she began to tear the flesh on her wrists.

Rearing up, Pinkamena hit Rarity in the chest below her ribs, making the mare lose her breath and go silent for a moment before gasping for breath, “Be QUIET,” Pinkamena screamed, “You’re too loud, and no one likes a pony that’s always loud, right?  You hated my loud parties and the noises they made; you complained the most about them.

From now until we’re done, any noise you make will make it worse on, them,” and with that last word she turned and looked at the trio.  “I’ll be honest with you, Rarity,” Pinkamena spoke monotone now, devoid of emotion, “I never liked your voice.  It never matched with the rest of your family.  Sweetie Bell and your parents talk pretty normal, and you talk fancy, like you’re better than us.  All of us, like you come from Canterlot nobility, when you are just the same as the rest of us.”

Sobbing again, choking back tears and screams from the pain in her tail, she spoke between breathes, “I don’t know what you mean, Pinkie dearest, please, let me go.  I forgive you, that’s why I was going to see you.  You’re my friend, I don’t know what you want from me, but I’ll do anything.  I’ll make you a dress!  The best dress you’d ever see and you’d be the envy of every pony in Canterlot.  For free,” Rarity pleaded to her captors as she smiled and nodded her head.

“You can’t offer me clothes and make up for what you’ve done all these years, or apples, or books, or pranks.  Only my friends will go free,” said Pinkamena, somber as she’d been since they were first taken, “You’re in this together, the four of you, and I have, and always have had, Fluttershy.”

Looking up as Fluttershy came around the table she entered the view of the trio, blood splatter covering her face and the mane covering her eye was flat with blood that had been poorly wiped away.  Fluttershy dropped the now smoldering bolt to the floor.

Smiling weakly, she spoke louder than usual, “Pinkamena is my best friend, more than all of you ever were.  She sees the world as it is; she loves to play with my little friends and neither of us truly trusts the world.  We both have reasons to hate the world, but the reasons we have, bring us closer together.”  Fluttershy walked to Pinkamena and kissed her on the neck lightly, causing her to shiver and smile.

Hearing the shy pony speak with such confidence and kiss another mare was unnerving, causing the trio to begin to sob lightly.  How could they know so little about their most eccentric friends after all this time?  Both the mares turned back to Rarity and stared at her, finally Pinkamena spoke up, “I wonder if she really would work to let us go and make me a cloak.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I would.  It would be fabulous and you’d know how much of a true friend I am, all of us are, dear,” Rarity said smiling and nodding heavily through her tears.

“Very well, we’ll take one.  You’ll make me a cloak, then, if I like it, you can go home when we’re done.” Pinkamena said, but first I need to know how determined you are to finish your projects.  So, we’ll get you supplies over the next couple days,” Picking up a short knife Pinkamena went to the right flank of rarity and, beginning a half inch above her cutie mark, began to slice a rough outline around the white mares cutie mark.

Blood curdling screams filled the dungeon as pain filled her legs, throbbing in her broken leg and her tail caused the white mare to lose control of her bowels as she released yesterday’s meal, running down her cauterized tail, stinging more and more.  Rarity pulled until her wrists were bleeding now, struggling to move away from the pain, she only made Pinkamena cut deeper.

“Stop moving so much, you’re making me cut too deep,” complained Pinkamena.

Finishing her poor cut job Pinkamena began to tear the cutie mark away with her teeth, blood pouring down her flank, the pain overtook her and she lost consciousness.  Still pulling the flesh from meat Pinkamena stopped and began to cut the fat and muscle away from the cutie mark until she was finished.  Walking to her cowering friends she laid the cutie mark on the tail, showing the three diamonds to them then turned and returned to the unconscious mare.

Taking a bandage from the saddle bag Fluttershy had carried down Pinkamena wrapped the wound and the duo began to release rarity, her body falling to the floor limp and blood pooling on the bandage, she was carried back to her cell and locked in.

Going back to their bag, the duo produced three more cupcakes and placed them in front of the still awake mares’ cells.  “Who’s next?”  Pinkamena asked, with a wicked smile, “This will go easier if you go willingly, or I’ll have to choose for you, and you won’t like if I have to choose,” she stated as she glared back and forth between the three.

Standing up tall both Dash and Applejack walked forward and grabbed their cupcake, seeing the other reach they stopped and began to argue of who was tougher and could handle more.

Fluttershy, who was sitting and watching got up and took away Applejack’s cupcake, “Dash has always been mean to me, making me fly and help her when she wanted it, not caring if I wanted to help or not, making me and my animals cry,”  she stated sadly as she looked at the floor.

Reluctantly Dash ate the cupcake, waited for a moment and then began to wobble, “Fluttershy, you can stop this, and let, us, go.  We love you and you’re always our friend.  Please?”  Dash said as she yawned and began to doze.  After a few minutes she pouted at Fluttershy and fell over, landing with a soft thud as her head hit the floor.

Waking up on a rack, Dash looked at her friends in their cells, smiling to finally see them after so long, her face began contorting her face when she saw Rarity’s condition.  She tried to move, knowing she was strapped down, she felt her skin sting.  She fluttered her wings, smiling because they weren’t tied down, she began to think of any way to use them to her advantage.

Feeling a tug on her right wing she looked over to see Fluttershy pulling on her wing, then the same on the left, with Pinkamena.  “What are you doing, gals?  Admiring the craftsmanship?”  Dash chuckled, ready for anything these wimps had to offer, until they began pulling out her feathers, each one stinging more and more.  Dash winced as she watched her feathers floating to the floor, refusing to cry.

Beginning to bleed as the feathers were still falling, tears in her eyes and her heart heavy, she didn’t struggle knowing she couldn’t get away she began choking back tears, “You know, once these babies grow back they’ll be stronger then ever,” she mused as one of her most sensitive feathers was pulled she yelped.   Once her wings were nearly bare Fluttershy stopped and went into the bag, removing a brick of salt.  She went to the nearly bare and bleeding wings began rubbing salt onto Dashes wings.

Now Dash shouted, gritting her teeth she bore the pain, tears pouring out of her eyes she still refused to cry out in pain, not wanting to seem weak in front of her friends.  She had to stay strong for herself, not knowing what would be next.  Choking back a tearful sob she quickly said, “We’re your friends, Pinkamena, always.”

Stopping Fluttershy with a wave of her hoof, Pinkamena reared up and pressed her hooves against Dashes chest, applying a little pressure, “Do you think you have what it takes to be my friend?”

“You’re sure I do.  We all have what it takes to be your friends forever, no matter what,” quickly replied Dash, smiling weakly, “and no matter what, I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you.”

With the tip of her hoof Pinkamena jabbed Dash between the ribs, fracturing one.  Taken by surprise the mare yelped in pain as the pink mare twisted her hoof between the bones. Choking and gagging from the pain Dash pulled against her restraints, her wrists beginning to redden deeply, she fought against the urge to lash out like Rarity had, lest the punishment be worse.

Hopping back and down onto all fours she went to the bag and took out a small pill, and going back to Dash, hopped up and put it in her face, “Eat,” was all Pinkamena would say.  Looking at the pill worriedly, she quickly opened her mouth and ate it from the dirty hoof of her friend.  Feeling dizzy faster than before, Dash was asleep within a minute.

Carrying Dash back to her cell and locking it they turned and grabbed their bag and left the dungeon without a word.  Sobbing was the only sound echoing from Twilights cell, finally they heard Rarity stirring awake, gasp and begin sobbing.