Pinkie Has Coping Issues

“Well, I think that’s a risk we’ll have to take.  Applejack is in bad shape, rarity is too.  If we can get out that way I think we have to risk it.  My wings will heal and a couple broken legs won’t stop me from my duties as a princess.  My first order will be the execution of those two, as long as applejack doesn’t kill Fluttershy before then,” joked twilight.

All the mares shared a laugh and coughing laughter could be heard from applejack.  Stopping their laughing after a moment they slowly realized the grim situation they were in, kill or be killed seemed to be the options, and there weren’t any other choices.  No one was going to save them, they weren’t going to be released, and the torture was getting farther and more dangerous.

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A day had passed, as far as the mares could tell, Applejack had used the bandage to wrap her chest as tight as she could so she could breath, her ribs and sternum broken, bruising heavily and she still didn’t know if she would ever walk again.   “How ya doing, applejack?” Dash asked after hearing her friend coughing awake.

“I’m a sore as a dog under a rhinoceros, I didn’t sleep more than a wink ‘fore my aches woke me up,” weakly responded applejack, laying her stomach, the cold stone taking away some pain from her chest and legs.  “How ya doin’ over there, Rare?  Your legs doin’ any better?”

“Oh dear, I’m fine.  Those two can’t take my beauty away with a few cuts and twists,” stated rarity in her usual confident voice.  In reality rarity knew she wasn’t ever going to be the same, her legs were in more pain than before and it wouldn’t stop throbbing and stinging.

Twilight could see rarity in her cell and applejack’s twisted legs and wished her hardest that she could do something to help.  A sharp pain resounded through her head again as she tried to cast another spell without realizing.

Rarity was laying her head down toward the cell door, and even though she sounded confident she looked sad, her face stained from tears, her makeup had run across her face in all directions from crying all night.

Twilight chimed in, “You’re all doing great gals, I don’t think we’ll die here.  Pinkie has been a lot of crazy things, but a murderer isn’t one of them, I’m sure.”

“Yeah darlin’, but what do we really know about her?  All she’s ever done is run around and throw parties, no one should be able to have that much energy all the time, it ain’t natural,” said applejack confidently.

“We don’t know much about her life before we met her or what she does when she’s alone.  She can’t be planning parties and all that 24/7.  Maybe we should ask her about her life, maybe it’ll help,” dash said, her voice low.

Thinking about her words the others agreed, “We should ask about her foal hood, that’s where all this started, I bet,” stated twilight, “I’ll ask, since I think they just want me to watch and try to escape or chop off my legs,” her voice stopping suddenly.  The thought of intentionally maiming herself wasn’t reassuring to herself or her friends, “But, I’m sure she’ll let us go before then.”

Laying down she rested her head on her hooves, and began to doze off in the silence of the room, except for the quiet weeping of rarity and raspy breathing of applejack, there wasn’t any other noise in the room.  The light was fading and pitch darkness was encompassing them.

Another day passed, and another before they heard clopping coming down the steps, perking up the mares all focused their attention on the door and the dim light coming down the stairs, illuminating Pinkamenas front legs, the mares felt their hearts drop.

Entering the dungeon she replaced the lantern by the door and walked to inspect the cells and mares inside them.  Picking up Fluttershys saddle bags from before she dumped out a small pile of rotting vegetables and divided them into three piles then pushed them to twilight, dash and rarity.

In front of applejack she placed a small box with a pretty red ribbon tied into a bow.  “Fluttershy is almost dead after what you did, I think this is a fair trade,” Pinkamena spoke coldly.

Reaching out to grasp the box she strained against the pain in her body, and pulled the box inside. Hoping for even a rotten apple she opened the box and gasped.  “What is it, applejack?”  Dash asked, expecting her to say rotten fruit or a dead bird even.

Heavy coughing began to come from applejacks cell, “I’ll kill you, I’LL KILL YOU, YOU MONSTER!” startling the others, her words echoing in the dungeon.  Throwing the box out Appleblooms ribbon fluttered onto the stone floor with blood on it, wrapped around a red apple.  The others gasped to see it, and then glared at Pinkamena.

“You hurt Fluttershy, it’s only fair,” said the pink mare, smiling at applejack, then she turned away stopping by the box, she kicked it to applejack, “You can eat the box, right?”

Starving and sobbing applejack grabbed the box and began to tear it with her teeth.  Applejack knew she had to get energy any way possible to help get the rest out, even if it cost her own life, for Applebloom too.  She wasn’t going to let pinkie get away with hurting or killing her little sister.

Quickly gobbling the rotting fruit and vegetables the other mares ate their first meal in days.  After they had eaten something they all fell asleep, drugged heavily.

Applejack was the only one awake and watched as Dash was dragged out of her cell, she was laid on a table and her wings were cut off and her back was cauterized, the smell sickened applejack who shouted and screamed her best to get the torture to stop.  Strapping dash onto a table Pinkamena then used a sharp knife to carefully remove the mane and tail hair off dash, doing her best to not cut dash too deeply.

Gathering the hair she set it all aside in a pile.

Rarity was dragged out of her cell next and laid on a table and her front legs were strapped.  With a rope tying her broken leg heavily in a tourniquet Pinkamena took an axe and chopped the cast off rarity’s leg then began chopping her leg off above the knee.  It took a lot of hits and was a terrible mess, spraying blood all over the table, Pinkamena and across rarity’s body.

After what must have been fifty strikes the leg fell to the floor with a heavy thud.  Wrapping the bleeding wound Pinkamena repeated the process with rarity’s other leg, only this time below the knee, poorly wrapping both before turning the bed upside down.  The gauze and cloth were soaked through with blood which now ran across the white mare.

Grabbing a very sharp knife Pinkamena went to rainbow dash.  Screaming her loudest applejack begged and pleaded for Pinkamena to stop, it was too much.  The mare was climbing her cell door, up to her knees, and she placed her hooves together, with tears in her eyes and deep sobbing she watched as the knife was driven with a heavy thrust into rainbow dashes front hooves, as they were cut clean off from the rest of her arms.

Bleeding lightly her arms twitched in response to the pain.  Tightening the straps around rainbow dashes wrists nearly stopped the bleeding, then she was rolled upright and both turned to face eachother with a slight angle towards applejack.

Dropping to all fours Pinkamena sighed and shook the blood off her as best she could, then walked to twilight.  Applejack began begging and screaming for Pinkamena to stop.  Ignoring the please Pinkamena grabbed a few tools on her way to the sleeping princess, then, using a sharp knife cut deeply into twilights head around her horn, then began to pry it out.

Humming a happy song as she worked the horn free of its nook in twilights head, a loud pop echoed in the room as Pinkamena fell back, horn in her mouth she giggled, then grabbed a wad of dirty cloth and packed it into the bleeding hole.  Taking another tool, a large serrated blade, she went to twilights wings and began sawing them off at the middle joints.

The wings fell to the floor on either side of the sleeping mare.

Standing back to admire her work Pinkamena smiled and walked to applejack, who, while still on her broken knees, was bawling more than she even knew she could.

“Well, applejack, I guess we’re even now.  I’ll leave you like this for a while, and we’ll see how you do.  Here, have a leg to stand on,” Pinkamena laughed as she tossed one of rarity’s legs to the mare who finally gave in to the pain and fell to her side, crying heavier and heavier until she couldn’t breathe.

Using a magic crystal Pinkamena cast a light spell in the room, “This will last until about the time I come back.  And here’s for rarity,” she said as she placed a vial in the dying mares mouth, emptying the contents the dropped the vial to the floor, which laid in cold blood.

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