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 difficulty she was also dragging the chain attached to her collar. She had to stop every few feet to give it a flick 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 she could feel the drug addiction start to gnaw at her already.

Apple Bloom's 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 sadistic insanity. Her unpredictable instability made every moment in her presence a terrifying encounter, but always predictably terminating with Apple Bloom's tongue on her 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 reached 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 released her vise-like grip on the beam, and surrendered herself to gravity's embrace.

A second later the chain went taught around the spike, and the world went black.

***

She awoke some time later. She grabbed at her neck. The collar! It must have broken when the chain went taut. She didn't die after all.  No collar meant no chain. Beyond those cellar doors was freedom; it would be so easy to just walk right out. But what if Pinkie came and found her Party Pony tring to escape? Could she live without blue?

Pinkie had kidnappped and tortured and murdered Apple Bloom's best fillyfriends because she was insane. She imprisoned Apple Bloom because she thought the filly was a magical Party Pony. She covered her with paint that made her hair fall out and abused her all because she was insane.

No force in Equestria could make Apple Bloom stay one more second.

As fast as she could, she scurried up the steps and peered out. With no Pinkie in sight she wormed her way between the cellar doors and out onto the grass. Her only hope was to get around to the front of Sugarcube Corner where she could be seen. Pinkie couldn't get her in a crowd.

Dragging her bad leg behind her, she limped across the lawn. Just at that moment, Pinkie stepped out the back door of Sugarcube Corner and instantly spotted Apple Bloom.

"Bad Party Pony, bad!" shouted Pinkie as she headed toward the filly at a gallop. "You should be in the Party Palace with the other Party Ponies!" Apple Bloom limped twice as fast. She was on the side of the house, within sight of the street. Glancing back, she could see Pinkie was almost upon her. When it looked like the escapee might succeed, Pinkie's expression changed from one of anger to desperation.

"Party Pony, wait! I love you!"

Not looking where she was going, Apple Bloom ran head-on into a wall of purple flank and tumbled on her back. "Hey little filly what..." Twilight paused mid-sentence. "By Celestia's Crown, what happened to you? You look terrible. What is on your coat?" She flicked of a few of the paint chips off her coat "Paint? And why.." Then she noticed the first of the lesions that dotted her flanks. "You are very sick, filly, but we are going to get you to a doctor and everything will be better." Taking command of the situation, Twilight Sparkle began barking orders: somebody get a cart, you there alert the doctor, you run and inform the Mayor, and so on. The street became alive with a frenzy of activity.

Twilight looked up and saw Pinkie standing there, staring at the mob scene before her. "Hey Pinkie, get over here! Who is this and what was she doing in your back yard?" asked Twilight, who turned her attention back to the creature in front of her. "What's your name, filly? It's okay; you're safe now."

"I'm a Party," she started, then halted. She glanced all around her and could only see a shield wall of friends. "My...my name is... Apple Bloom."  There was a collective gasp from the crowd.

A single voice somewhere cried out "somepony get Applejack!" which was picked up by others until it echoed across Ponyville.

Pinkie was emotionless as the crowd grew larger around her Party Pony. They were taking her Party Pony away from her. Pinkamena Diane Pie would no longer be a Party Pony Princess.

She turned and trotted westward without a word. No one ever saw her stop.