WAY Out of place

I felt calm and relaxed, comfortable. My eyelids felt heavy. They drooped down, nearly closing before I forced them back open. "I can't sleep. Bad shit." I was weighed down by my comfort. My head grew fuzzy as I tried to fight. It overpowered me, my eyes closing. I tried to open them but couldn't. All my strength went into it, but it did no good. My mind drifted off as I fell asleep.

My eyes eased back open and I looked around groggily. My eyes were fuzzy and clouded. I could barely see. I tried to lift an arm up to rub my eyes but I couldn't move it. I tried again but still couldn't move. I had to blink it off, closing and reopening my eyes repeatedly. It was still unclear as I looked around, my neck was stiff and I felt something hard dig into it when I moved it. I craned my neck to look around. I could just see around myself. I was a pony this time at least. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I was strapped to some kind of table that was upright, leather straps bound me to it. Each of my limbs were bound above the hooves and at the joints where my elbows and knees would have been. I My hind and forelegs were spread out some.

"What the fuck." I wheezed. My throat felt dry, painfully dry. Like I'd been sick or something. I squirmed under my bindings. I leaned forward and felt something press against my throat. I could just see out the corner of my eye a strap across my neck as well. "What the fuck is going on?!" I yelled.

"Oh goodie, you're awake!" I heard from a familiar voice. It held a certain campy bubbliness to it. A small overhead light flicked on over me. A single light-bulb that hung down from a cord. It swung ever so slightly back and forth, casting a shadow over me that teetered left and right. Pinkie Pie was just in view a feet away from me. She held a bright happy smile as she stared at me, her sky blue eyes shining under the light. "Now we can have even more fun." She said gleefully.

She bounced off around me. I could hear a squeaking rolling and she came back pushing a small cart covered in assorted 'tools'. Quite a few were covered in something dark and slick. All I could smell was the scent of drying blood around me. "Pinkie, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"Well I was making cupcakes, but I got all of the special ingredient I needed. You're just a bonus." She smiled cheekily.

"What. The fuck. Are you talking about?" I said growing frustrated.

"I'm making cupcakes, duh." She said rolling her eyes. She trotted around me and came back with a bucket of numerous internal organs, chopped into little chunks. Some of them floated in the small pool of blood they were in. "See, all the special ingredient I need."

"Pinkie, where did those come from." I asked worriedly.

"Oh, silly me. I almost forgot." She said trotting back around me. I looked around the room more. I could just barely make out what I saw. The room was decorated for a party. Streamers hung along the ceiling, tables and chairs were set up, balloons were even tied to them. But there was something off about them. The balloons were oddly shaped and the chairs and tables seemed...malformed. There was some kind of centerpiece on the nearest table, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

Pinkie came back wheeling a similar contraption to what I was tied to. My heart sunk at it's sight, my stomach knotting and my head swimming with images of horror. Strapped to the table was a lavender colored mare, her entire abdomen was wide open, picked clean of all it's contents. The cutie marks on her flanks were gone, replaced by the exposed muscle underneath. The skin around her neck had been cut away, her throat ravaged. Her mouth was ajar in a silent scream, even her tongue was removed. Her eyes gone, the dark sockets they had filled was what remained. A spot on her head was rough and slightly jagged, the base of a snapped off horn. Her mane was the only thing that told me who it was, a dark navy with a pink and purple highlight striping through it. This was all that remained of Twilight.

I stared, eyes widened and jaw slack. "Why?" I asked solemnly.

"I ran out of special ingredients and Twilie's number came up." She said looking over her tools.

"I'm gonna kill you." I said quietly. "I'm gonna fucking kill you." I began trembling with rage, the table I was strapped to jittering. My breathing was pained and ragged and my teeth ground against each other tightly.

"Maybe next time you'll learn to say sorry." She smirked.

I snapped to her, blind fury in my eyes. "Sorry? SORRY?! WHEN I'M FUCKING DONE WITH YOU'LL BE THE ONE WHO'S FUCKING SORRY!" I yelled.

"No I won't." She pouted. "Not after I have my fun." She picked up a small pairing knife from the tray with her teeth. "Wet's starwt wit dat potty mouf of yows." She mumbled through it.

"Fuck you!"

"See, bad words make fo bad feelwings." She said closing in, the corners of her mouths risen in a smile. I squirmed and writhed in place, trying to get myself loose. It was no use, she was already on top off me. She stood on her hind legs, leaning in close. Her hooves were on either side of my face, pushing down on my jaw and forcing it open. I shifted my head, turning away. She looked up at me with frustration. "Yow onwy making things harder for yowself."

I moved in a panic doing the only thing I could. I shift my head forward and lunged. My forehead struck her nose hard and she backed off recoiling with a yelp. The knife dropped down, hitting the floor and clanking loudly. She sat in front of me, holding her muzzle in her hooves. A thin red line trickled down between them. "Meanie." She said looking angrily at me.

I moved my tongue around in my mouth, forcing saliva to puddle behind my teeth. I spit at her, a clod of thick clear spittle zipping through the air and striking her in the face. She let out a disgusted whine, wiping it off with a hoof. She picked the knife back up in her teeth and came back. Leaning over me she dug her hoof into my stomach painfully. I lurched forward, my head hanging down as I gagged. She climbed up onto me, digging her hind legs further into my gut. My mouth hung open as drool began to rain down, hanging over my chin. Her hooves held onto my jaw again, keeping it open. She forced the knife into my mouth, the edge cutting into my tongue.

The cold steel stung as I felt it dig into my tongue, moving back in forth in a sawing motion. I groaned in agony as the deed was done. All that remained was a floppy stump of my tasting tool. Blood and spit pooled in my mouth, leaking out the corner. She climbed down, my squishy pink tongue being held between her hooves. "I don't need anymore." She said tossing it in a waste bin. "Besides, I don't want my cupcakes to taste bitter."

I tried to speak, only managing a pain filled mumble without my tongue.

She dropped the blood covered knife onto the cart with the others "Too bad you don't have a cutie mark." She sighed "Oh well. I didn't even want to add you to the others anyway." She walked back over to me smiling softly. her hoof stretched out and she placed it on my chin, tiling my head. "I think I might keep your eyes. I've never seem them like this before, they kinda remind me of when I was a little Pinkie winky." She giggled. "Don't worry, that's the last part. Besides, I want you to see everything."

I coughed and gurgled, blood dripping from my mouth.

"Y'know, normally I'd give you something to keep you awake and numb you out, but you're a big guy. You'll be fine without it." She said picking up a scalpel. She happily trotted back to me, placing her hooves on either side of my stomach. "Now wet's see wat yow made ov." She giggled as the tip punctured below the left side, just below my ribcage. She moved her head slowly to the right, the cold steel burned as it sliced through the skin and muscle of my abdomen. I let out another long groan of agony as it stung at the nerve endings. I coughed and drooled the combination of fluids from my mouth and onto my chest.

She moved a few inches lower, just above my groin. The scalpel plunged back in, piercing through the skin and sliding back across with just as much ease. My eyes shut in pain as I was filleted alive, my head throbbed and my heart pounded in unison. I began to feel sick as my stomach was filled with the mixture of blood and spittle dripping down my throat. Both cuts were connected by a long cut straight down the middle, from my chest to my groin. She had a pleased grin behind the scalpel. She hopped down and set it down on cart.

"Oh, a package? For me? Oh goodie!" She said trotting back. "I wonder what Derpy brought me?" She giggled placing her hooves on the flaps of skin she made, pulling them up and apart like a box. "Oooh! look at all this fun stuff!" She exclaimed.

I stared down at my own innards. They seemed to move as I moved. My actual stomach quivered and gave off a low gurgle as I felt sick from the blood inside it. Blood flowed out into the pile of organs inside me, pooling around them. Near the top left corner there was a heavy pulsating beat that jiggled the flesh around it.

"Where to start." She said holding a hoof to her chin thoughtfully. She spotted the jiggling movement and smiled brightly. "I kinda wanted to keep this up, but you're a little boring anyway. Twilight was way more fun. She lasted for a bit too. She kept begging and pleading for me to stop. But I couldn't do that now, could I?"

I groaned painfully at the memory. She was still there, right in front of me. I felt cold, it burned as the air touched my insides, but I felt cold. I just wanted this to be over. I just wanted to see Twilight again. See her alive.

Pinkie gained a look of awe and epiphany as she realized. Oh yeah, I totally forgot!" She said going back to the cart. "You still have her name on you. It's no cutie mark, but it'll do." She reached into the bucket beside the cart and took a red chunk of something, popping it into her mouth. "She's really good y'know. Sweet with a tangy finish." She said chewing. "I'd offer you some, but I know you'd just spit it out." She swallowed and picked the scalpel back up in her teeth, making her way back over to me.

She cut into my foreleg, slicing from my knee to my hoof between the straps. I groaned again as the warming steel sliced through the muscle of my foreleg. She cut around the imagery, connecting four lines around it in a rectangle. Once the deed was done she scraped and peeled the edge of the skin back making a start to what she about to do. After taking a firm grasp on the loosened skin, she pulled back, the skin slowly peeling away from the muscle. I screamed out, writhing in agony. I had the only thing I cared about taken away twice.

I winced as the rest of it separated and she was triumphantly waving it in the air around her hoof. I panted and moaned as the last happy image of her phased through my mind. All I could do was look at the carcass of her that remained. A warm tear rolled down my cheek as my head fuzzied. My sight faded to a black and I passed out.

I was snapped back to attention as an excruciating spark shot through my head. I screamed out again, my eyes shut tight. I looked around myself again in panic. It hurt intensely to breath. My chest was held open by some kind of adjusted crank, it's contents on display. "Just want to make sure you got to see this. All I really wanted with you was a little heart to heart." She laughed. Between her pink hooves, connected by all the veins and arteries, was my still beating heart.