Cupcakes 3
By Keaton McCrackinz Boggs
Continued off of Vladnuke’s Squeal to Cupcakes
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1I9mpyZltGIQJkjq8LAipckPWgDVg-1UBK8-Pr7YQqAk/edit?hl=en_US
Recommend listening to Tarby’s “Something Broke”
All you need is a cup of pony add it to the mix.
A little something sweet not sour, a bit of salt in the wound.
Baking these ponies is such a sinch, add a teaspoon of formaldehyde.
Add a little more, and you count to four and you'll never lose your friends....
… YOU can help me make cupcakes too ...
Pinkie Pie awoke in a haze. She felt around with her hoof to get a feeling of where she was. The feeling of cold rocks, like cobblestone, had greeted her outstretched hoof. The place was wet, and dark.
“AH! You’re awake! Yippee! You kept me waiting for a while you know,” said shrill voice somewhere above Pinkie. Her former assistant, Apple Bloom, peeked her head over the pit; Pinkie suddenly realized how deep the hole was. A bright floodlight flicked on and blinded Pinkie momentarily, illuminating the deep stone well she was in. “How was your,” Apple Bloom paused to giggle, “nap?”
“A-Apple Bloom?” Pinkie said
“The one and only!”
“Where am I?”
“In a pit, silly!”
“What?” Pinkie tried to steady herself to get up, but the splitting pain resonating from the back of her head distracted her and she fell clumsily to the floor
“Well, after you got me out of that ol’ insane asylum, I figured I would honor like you did your friends, for freeing me. So I kept watch on you, as I built up my lair, gathering the tools I needed from Sweets Street. Oh, and sorry about the little smack to your head, it’s a little hard to get better tools for stuff like this when your supposed to be insane and all, but if Ah ever want to be as good you are, I need to start fresh, ya know? ” Apple Bloom said with her southern twang.
Apple’s voice trailed off as she went to retrieve a heavy plastic lid to the pit. ”It’ll be fun to follow in your footsteps Pinkie, sad; I never thought that I would have drawn your number first...” As Apple pushed it over the pit the light became distorted and odd through the plastic. Pinkie waited in suspense for the longest time, until a sudden need for sleep had overcome her.
Twilight and much of what was left of Ponyville was all on edge at the disappearance of Pinkie from the insane asylum, but they had expected Apple Bloom to return to them, because no one could bear to see the little yellow pony do any harm. But somewhere deep down, Twilight knew something wasn’t right, it had been weeks since the escape but no disappearances, could the crazy filly have stopped making cupcakes? Could she have done anything to Apple Bloom? Her mind raced with thoughts and she resorted to the last thing she knew she could rely on: Books. She read up on things like “The Physiology of a Criminally Insane Pony” and other books to see if anything useful to find out about what Pinkamena Pie could be doing.
Blood covered the walls of a dark room. A shadowed figure brought a common knife down on a pony in tied to a table’s sternum; a blood curdling scream filled the hellish room. Blood spurt over the wooden table as a low laugh sounded, the shadowed figure ripped the pony’s organs out with a violent rip and wet snaps, the pony’s eye filling with terror and pain. Organs flew across the dark room, casting wicked shadows in the dimly lit room. It continued for what seemed like an eternity, until the shining of life had slipped out of the poor pony’s eyes. Fluttershy woke from the hellish dream, “what… have… I….. done….”
Pinkie’s vision began to return gradually, and as it did, she caught sight of Apple Bloom. Prepping adrenaline shots, and sharpening tools. Pinkie tried to talk but all that came out was odd mumbles that didn’t sort into words,
“Mhumnum hm?” Pinkie’s jaw felt asleep and useless at that moment,
“Oh, little miss sleepy head finally decided to join us,” said Apple in a playful mocking tone “Don’t worry, that’s just the codeine wearing off, you’d be amazed how hard it was to get you to eat that pill when you were asleep.” Pinkie recalled a faint tapping of hooves on rock in her artificial sleep
She continued changing subjects, “You know, you’ll be the first block of my cutie mark dress, what an honor, shame you don’t have horn, I loved your necklace,” Apple says as she continues organizing and preparing for the imminent, “Ya’ know Pinkie, you taught me lots ‘bout ponies. How they fear, how they feel, and how they all are going to leave us anyways.” The codeine had worn off quickly, and Pinkie could feel her jaw again,
“N-n-not necessarily Pinkie, I-I could stay, I could help you Apple, I-I c-c-could be your assistant!” Pinkie’s usual happy self had dissipated and had been replaced by pure terror; her usual puffy hair was now straight in thick pink layers. Pinkie struggled unsuccessfully against the taut leather bound to the vice. “Y-yeah, you y-you could teach me, h-how’s that sound Apple?” Apple picked a scalpel and glanced over Pinkie with a feeling of disgust and love.
“So were shall we start?” totally disregarding Pinkie’s pleas, Apple raised the table up to reveal Pinkie’s back, “Eenie,” she made a small x in Pinkie’s skin over her cutie mark, “Meenie,” She made another slash on her belly, the pain was setting in, as Apple did a slow skip to Pinkie’s back “MO!” Apple dug the scalpel deep into the back of Pinkie’s spine, she let out a high pitched scream in pain, and a burning was rising from her pelvis to the back of her head. Apple made two more in incisions above and below the first. She ripped open the new flaps of skin, causing another scream of pain from Pinkie, “Silly filly, we are just getting started!” Apple said as she pulled Pinkie’s lungs to hang outside of her. Apple giggled every time Pinkie’s lungs would rise and fall, “Hehehe they look a bit like wings Pinkie!” The farthest thing from Pinkie’s mind was of wings. The intense pain breathing brought was almost too much. Pinkie began to cry, “Oh, Pinkie, don’t cry,” Apple said with almost genuine concern, wiping the tear from Pinkie’s fur, “you’ll make the cupcakes sour.”
Thoughts ran through Pinkie’s mind, she knew what happen to her victims, even when they did struggle, she knew there was no point in fighting it. She was about to experience the last hours of her life. “I never thought I would get you that easily Pinkie, thought you wouldn’t let your guard down for months, oh well, back to the fun.” Apple said with a smile, as she circled around to the front of Pinkie. Apple walked over to her tools and grabbed a knife, and returned to the pink pony. Apple made a small cut at the base of Pinkie’s hoof, making a target for the knife as she raised it, the knife was like ice as it touched Pinkie’s skin, but as Apple brought it down on the pony’s ankle, it seemed as if it was made of fire. Apple hacked away at the skin and muscle until she hit bone, humming all the while. Pinkie’s hoof felt as if it was being dipped in acid. Apple went to go get a hacksaw, “Your right pinkie, it is kinda strange that they call it a hacksaw, I wonder how well it hacks.” She then took the hack saw and started swinging at the now exposed bone. Pinkie let out a blood curdling scream as the bone took all the heavy blows. “Sawing works much better.” Apple started using the hacksaw correctly, but this didn’t lessen the gratuitous amounts of pain Pinkie was experiencing. Apple began to sing out loud,
To all of you
I beg
To remember that we’re all
Hoofed at the end of each leg
At the moment she finished the last line Pinkie’s bone cracked with a dry sound, splinters went into the tidbit of skin left still holding Pinkie’s hoof. “Well, except for you Pinkie, hehehe.” Pinkie couldn’t get over the shock of being hoof-less on her back left leg, the pain gripped her; cold tendrils of unconscious creeped into her mind. Apple took the back of her hoof and brought it across the pink pony’s face, “Ah, ah, ah no sleeping here, that’s no fun.” Apple said as she worked on the other hooves, Pinkie let out a little squeak of pain as the knife would cut into her skin. Apple tossed the hooves one by one on to a table, landing with a clatter. Pinkie began to hyperventilate, making breathing quite hard. Something cold and smooth had came into contact between Pinkie’s flanks. Apple had slid a bucket there. Apple grabbed a syringe filled with a familiar silver liquid. “You know what this is, don’cha Pinkie?”
Fluttershy tried to remember what had happened those years ago, when she wasn’t timid, when she wasn’t herself... When she had killed. But she had suppressed those memories and had spent her life making up for her horrible deeds. Why had these dreams returned, what was happening to her? She had suppressed the urge, she had ignored the twitches to the point of disappearance, but just the other day, she had the urge. It had returned, even after years. The urge to kill. Just then, Fluttershy remembered something. Something crucial. She rushed to Twilights house and burst in on her reading ‘Unsolved Equestrian Crimes’, Fluttershy’s heart did a little jump as she caught sight of the title. She began in her small, timid voice “Um, Twi? I- I need to talk to you, if that’s okay.”
“Fluttershy! You looked like someone tried to drown you!” In Fluttershy’s haste to get to Twilight’s house, she hadn’t noticed how heavily it was raining, nor the fact that it was even raining.
“Twi… Do have a while? I need to talk to you…” Twilight set down the book and walked over to Fluttershy invited her in and threw a blanket over her, commenting on how she was going to get a cold if she didn’t use her common sense. Twilight walked into the kitchen to get tea for Fluttershy. “Twilight. I think I might know where they are…” The sound of smashing china tinkling on the floor followed the statement.
Pinkie struggled against the restraints as yellow pony readied the needle of cortisone. Just as Apple Bloom had tapped the excess of the top of the needle with her hoof, she had an idea. Why not have some more fun? She set the needle down but this didn’t stop Pinkie’s struggle. Apple gazed at Pinkie a satanic smile and grabbed a scalpel. “What do say Pinkie? Time for a mane cut?” Apple circled around to the back of Pinkie. “Just a little off the top?” Apple lined up the scalpel at the base of Pinkie’s hairline. Pinkie struggled and struggled but the straps didn’t budge and Apple aim wasn’t made any harder. Apple took a quick swipe at the base of Pinkie’s mane lifting it away from the skin. Pinkie screamed shrilly as Apple widdled away her pink, fluffy mane, the smell of cotton candy lingered and mixed with the scent of blood. Each advance of the scalpel on Pinkie’s skull brought more and more pain. As the scalpel had reached the peak of Pinkie’s hair, she brought it down swiftly across the other side of her mane, but it was still attached by the remnants of skin. Apple Bloom grabbed a good chunk of Pinkie’s mane in her mouth and muttered “Hey Pinkie, what was that you said to ol’ Dashie? Oh right. THINK FAST!” She pulled back with all her might and ripped the mane from the skin with little resistance. Pinkie screamed so loudly that it left Apple’s ears ringing slightly. Dark spurts of blood sprayed on Apple’s face from the former residence of the mane, she smiled unblinkingly as the blood slowed to a dribble. She tossed the mane onto a table and it landed with a fluff.
“Fl-Fluttershy? Did you just say what I think you said? Do you really know where they are?” said Twilight shocked. “It’s kind of a long story.” Fluttershy said in her usual timid voice. “I have all the time in the world Fluttershy. Please go on.” “You must swear on your life that you will NEVER tell anyone of what you are about to hear.”
Fluttershy emerged from the shadows of a darkened dining room. “You killed all of them.” Fluttershy said angrily and highly out of what character of the usual Fluttershy. “It was an accident I swear!” said a pegasus pony strapped to a table crudely with rope. He led the winter wrap-up before Twilight arrived in Ponyville. “I can still hear them screaming, those poor innocent animals! You murdered them!” She said “Those animals froze! A slow and painful death no one that innocent should ever have to experience! You shall pay for what you’ve done!” Fluttershy pulled out a common kitchen knife and worked away at the pegasus's wing, making sure she was causing excruciating pain to the pony, she tossed the removed wing on the floor. The pegasus began to scream, Fluttershy hit him hard with her hoof to silence him. “P-p- please let me go, no one will ever know of this! I-I’ll disappear! I’ll change my name! I-I-I’ll dye my mane and change my name just please, PLEASE! Let me go!” The pegasus said. Fluttershy responded coldly, “People like you don’t deserve the gift of life.” She sawed and hacked away his other wing, throwing it on the floor landing with a soft thud upon the other. An evil smile crossed Fluttershy’s face, she grabbed a cleaver from the near by kitchen. She still brandished the evil smile and she cut open the pegasus’s belly. Dark red blood began to pour from the large gash. The pegasus yelled again. Fluttershy grabbed his tongue and with a swift slice, cut it off. He coughed and sputtered as blood began to fill his mouth. She resumed opening his stomach. The pegasus had passed out and now blood was pouring from his mouth on to the table and then the floor. Fluttershy grabbed his muzzle and began smacking the back of his head on the table. He returned to consciousness after the back of his head began to bleed. Fluttershy wasn’t about to let him pass now. Fluttershy had targeted each rib protecting his organs; she began swiping at them with the cleaver. Once broken and removed she then began savagely ripping out random organs he wouldn’t need in the next 15 minutes. She tore out his intestines and through them on the floor and the landed with a wet smack. She then grabbed his liver and tore a chuck of it off. The pegasus had ceased screaming and was now crying silently, struggling to breath through the trickle of blood from his stub of a tongue. Fluttershy grabbed his bottom jaw and forced him to eat a chunk of his own liver.
The pegasus upon the table had retched a little after swallowing his own liver and now there was a mixture of vomit and blood collecting upon the linoleum floor. She then grabbed his pancreas, “What a useless organ.” She tossed it lazily upon the floor, it bounced as it hit the floor and then landed with another wet smack. The pegasus flinched each time one of his organs landed on the ground. He was fading fast and had given up any fight. Fluttershy brandished the kitchen knife and located his kidneys. She cut the vein leading to and away from the kidneys. The first nick in the vein sprayed blood in Fluttershy his chest cavity was now filling with blood. Fluttershy grabbed the poor pegasus’s head and made him watch as she grabbed his heart and tore it out. His last images were his heart beating outside of his body. “The animals have been avenged.” Fluttershy said contently. Fluttershy began cleaning up the mess she had created. But a thought hit her. I can’t just throw out a body and some organs in the regular garbage. Then a solution came to her. She began cutting up the now deceased pony and made sure they were small, minute chunks. She collected the chunks in a bowl and put them in the kitchen. She cleaned up the blood and what she couldn’t use. She put them in a box she was going to take back to Ponyville. She returned to the kitchen and found the chunks of pony again. She grabbed supplies she needed to make cupcakes and mixed them in with the small chucks. After hours of baking, the cupcakes had been made and the evidence concealed. Fluttershy returned back to her cottage. After she had thrown away the last of the evidence she pondered, should I try the cupcakes? At that moment, Pinkie came to the door. Fluttershy jumped a little, she came to the door, A pink blur greeted her, she invited Pinkie inside for some cupcakes.
“Pinkie loved the cupcakes so much she had sworn to never tell anyone about how they were made, but she must have thought her time was near and she passed it on to Apple Bloom.” Fluttershy concluded, unknowing of how true her statement was. “How does this help with the search though?” “Twi, the first place those evil cupcakes were made was in my old cabin in Foggy Bottom Bog. Those damned cupcakes ruined me Twilight. I have never tried to hurt anything ever since I lost my mind that day. Pinkie had lost hers but she felt no remorse Twilight. None. Her sense never returned.” Fluttershy explained. “My god, the Bog? It’s genius. Dispose of them in the bog, the hydra will get rid of the evidence. And all she has to do is sell the cupcakes somewhere isn’t wanted.” “No one must know Twilight. You can’t tell anyone, tell them you had a hunch to look up there, just please don’t let them know. I trust you.”
Apple Bloom wheeled a heavy set of gears to the end of the table Pinkie was strapped to; Pinkie had given up struggling as it only made breathing harder. Apple stopped as she had the gears lined up correctly. She walked slowly to Pinkie’s back, “These are annoying me.” Apple said. She pushed pinkie’s lungs back into her body. Pinkie let out a yelp as the lungs returned to their place. Breathing was easier but now her back was bleeding badly. Apple returned to Pinkie’s front and lowered the table making it horizontal. Apple grabbed two ropes and tied them to Pinkie’s legs. She then fed the rope into the gears. Pinkie began to get nervous. She couldn’t see what was pulling at her hind legs and she couldn’t see Apple Bloom. The sound of cranking filled Pinkie’s ears as Apple turned the gears to hold Pinkie’s legs tightly. Pinkie wasn’t sure how Apple was keeping the ropes on her legs seeing as her hooves had just been removed. Apple tapped the rope to make sure it was taut. She then walk over to Pinkie and undid the straps binding the Pinkie’s hind legs to the table. Pinkie tried to take this as an opening to kick Apple Bloom and possibly buy herself some time to try and escape, but her attempts were responded by the ropes tightening around her stubs. She then returned to the gears and went to the crank and began turning. The gears pulled the rope attached to Pinkie’s legs. Pinkie quickly found out what was going on and knew it was going to hurt. A lot. Pinkie felt as her legs started to pull away from her. The strain was too much for her femur bones and they snapped quickly. A seemingly never ending scream issued from Pinkie’s mouth as the gears shoved the fragments of femur into her muscle. Pinkie could feel her skin ripping as the force was beginning to be too much for her muscles and skin to take. Apple watched closely as she turned the crank making sure not to rip Pinkie’s bottom half off. She stopped as she could see visible tears of the skin. Pinkie tried not to cry because she knew what pain would come if she were to cry. Apple returned to Pinkie’s side, she didn’t bother to put the straps back on Pinkie’s legs. With the femurs shattered, they are useless. Apple began to get bored as she moved the gears back to there original spot, knowing that this wasn’t going to go on for much longer Apple snatched up the syringe of cortisone. Pinkie struggled even more but had to stop because the shards of her femur were stabbing the insides of her flanks at each movement. Apple pushed the syringe into Pinkie’s lower spine. Pinkie quickly lost all feeling in her torso. Apple walked up with a common knife and began to cut away at Pinkie belly, creating an I shaped cut from her collar bone to above her pelvis. She then pulled back the new flaps to reveal a thin layer of skin and Pinkie’s ribs. Apple wandered over to her table of tools and grabbed a hammer. She returned to Pinkie and glanced over her now exposed ribs. She took the hammer and tapped out Do Dodado do and finished her little tune by snapping Pinkie’s bottom two ribs with the hammer and then went to the others snapping them with a violent smack of the hammer. Apple then cleared the rib shards and chunks off Pinkie’s torso. She then cut away the tiny layer of skin protecting Pinkie’s organs. Pinkie lifted her head up a little to see what Apple had done. The sight of her own heart beating and her lungs rising and falling made Pinkie hyperventilate and then pass out. Apple breathed an annoyed sigh and grabbed an adrenaline shot and shoved into Pinkie’s neck. Pinkie’s eyes flew open quickly as the adrenaline got to her brain. Pinkie’s heart began to beat faster and Pinkie felt hot all over. The increased heart rate made Apple smile, it was going to make things more fun. She pulled out a scalpel and began her work at Pinkie’s organs. She found her intestine and detached them from the other digestive organs then yanked both small and large out, causing Pinkie to bleed where the flesh hadn’t been separated. She threw them in the bucket below her and returned to her work. Apple looked around for Pinkie’s kidneys but decided to save those for later; they would cause a mess if they were removed now. Pinkie’s heart jumping at twice its normal speed was making forming cavity fill with blood faster then expected Apple was going to have to work faster if she didn’t want to make even more of a mess. Thoughts fired through Pinkie’s mind, I want to go home, I want to sleep, yeah, sleep. The thought of sleep was enticing but unwelcoming at the same time because she knew Apple wanted to have Pinkie see herself die. Apple had taken out many of the less important organs when Pinkie remembered her situation in a haze of pain and thought. She mustered up her last bit of strength to talk to Apple. “Apple Bloom, I had thought I had failed with you, that look you had after I let you harvest Silver Spoon, I thought I had screwed up. I thought you couldn’t do it again and were only good for simple tasks. That’s why I starved you. I thought you would give up and just let your self go, but you didn’t. I realize I was wrong. You have succeeded,” Pinkie coughed a cough of blood and phlegm, “you have done better than I would have expected from anyone of my previous assistants. You have learned well.” And with the conclusion, the shining light of life faded away from Pinkie’s eyes. Her heart slowed to a stop aside from the fact of the adrenaline. Apple finished the harvest. Apple had butchered the body horribly, she wouldn’t be able to taxidermy Pinkie back to life, but she would grow out of that habit with practice.
*She came back to Pinkie and did the familiar cut around Pinkie’s head. The sound of metal scraping bone chilled her blood in the most satisfying of ways. She painted the skull a vibrant pink and added a few balloons to the side of the skull. She disposed of the body parts properly. Apple began on a dye; she would need to dye her iconic yellow fur different if she planned on selling these cupcakes once they were finished. She decided on snowy white for her fur and jet black for her mane. She though it was lovely. Many hours later Apple looked like a new pony, and as she walked away from the mirror where she was admiring herself, she noticed something different on her flank. A single crème colored cupcake had appeared there. What Pinkie had said to her before she died had stuck with Apple Bloom. Me? The new party pony of Equestria? But she was also wondering about many other things, what will the cupcakes taste like? She imagined it would be like a party in her mouth, she had no idea on what to call Gummy now that he was hers, but as she was debating a bell went off, Apple had her first batch of cupcakes. They came out a light pink, one with a single yellow balloon on the side.
*Authors note
I was somewhat dissatisfied with this ending, if you guys want an alternate ending just tell me and I'll deliver.
