Blue Frosting

She had been brave until she got onto the beam that ran the length of the cellar. Here there was nothing to brace against and she wobbled precariously. To compound the difficultry she was also dragging the chain attached to her collar. She had to stop every few feet to free it from a the roof pole or some rough spot on the beam.

Tears were streaming down the filly's cheeks as she fought the pain. Every muscle in her body screamed in agony as she neared the end of her journey. She hadn't eaten in a day, deciding to pass on the bucket of moldy pastries her jailer had left her. She had licked Pinkie's dessert plate clean of blue yesterday, but already she could feel the drug addiction start to gnaw at her.

She had stopped long ago trying to find words to describe the pain she felt in her leg. Apple Bloom looked back at her useless hind limb, which had been shattered in Pinkie's vicious attack on the Cutie Mark Crusaders. In the end, her fillyfriends Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had been the luckiest. Their terminal torture at Pinkie's hooves was horrific but short, as their decaying bodies on the other side of the cellar attested.

Apple Bloom knew that her life as Pinkie's captive was a nightmare that would never end. The endless cycle of euphoria and hunger associated with the blue frosting addiction was tiny compared to playing the bit part of a Party Pony in Pinkie's maniacal sadism. Her drug-damaged brain made every moment in her presence a terrifying encounter, always terminating with Apple Bloom's tongue on Pinkie's genitals.

The thought of more years, let alone minutes, of being her plaything gave her the strength to stack the boxes and pull herself up. Having obtained the center of the beam, she reached down and wrapped the chain around the a spike that had been embedded in its side by some previous occupant.

She slowly stood up on her one good hind leg, just like the Cutie Mark Crusaders had done long ago when they were seeing if "great balancer" was their special skill. The leg buckled, and she tumbled off the beam. For a moment it felt like she was flying.

A second later the chain went taught.

Apple Bloom kicked and thrashed for several minutes as she swung back and forth over the floor. Instictively she tried to free herself from the metal collar that was slowly strangling her. Towards the end, though, the body finally heard the calming words of her mind and stopped fighting.

As consciousness and life itself began to slip away, she thought of her fillyfriends Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, her big sister AppleJack, her family, and all the friends she had ever known in her short life.

And she cursed Pinkie's name with words a little filly should never know.