When Anarchy Strikes

Scootaloo felt heavier. She was now in bed, cuddled up next to Pinkamena, the straight flowing pink hair like a blanket. It kept her warm enough. The light was still off, the unnerving sliver of moon piercing into the window. She was snuggled up, as usual, to the closest thing she had to family. Near her thigh, it felt like there was something more. It was definitely inside her, and began to itch. Something was flowing blood through it that wasn't there before. She tried to scratch, and was met with soreness. Whatever it was, it was definitely from Ipsy. She knew she couldn't get up without waking her, she just lay there. She was trying to get used to the new feeling, a completely new thing inside her. it was like if an earth pony mutated wings, or a horn. After a while, Pinkamena woke as well.

"Good morning, Pinkamena."

"Good morning, Scootaloo." She replied in a flat, tired tone. "You want some Ipsy cupcake?"

"Sure!"

"Lets go make some, then." Pinkamena got up, Scootaloo followed suit. She followed Pinkamena to the kitchen, and the corpse that now smelled slightly, had bled everywhere. This is why they drained things in the tub. The organs were already out, mostly, and all they had to do was pulverize the bones. Pinkamena began doing her thing, as Scootaloo went to the corpse room. She still had somepony to drain, and she was still alive. The apple family up and left to Manehattan to join up with Babs Seed and that apple family branch, and she suspected that all the apple family was somewhere, farming their own food. Sweetie Belle, however, ran away from Rarity after she had cut her halfway along the chest. Of course, they took her in and kept her in the spare room. She reached the metal door, and almost forgot to bring tranquilizer gun. That thing was the cornerstone of life, it seemed. It was in it's place in the kitchen, and she grabbed it. Once back at the door, she knocked and gave a few seconds before opening. It was of course locked from the outside without windows, and more like a prison cell. It even had a food slot. Sweetie Belle was just sitting there on the bed, silent. She looked up, but was shot in the left foreleg before she could get a word out. Once she was comatose, Scoots dragged her over to the bathroom. She set her in the blood-stained tub, and lowered the leather straps to her level with a winch by the tub. Once sweetie was secure with the straps tight, she decided to push the hooks in to wake her up.

"AAAGH!" Came the pained shriek from the other filly. This was something she always wanted. She always wanted to be her best friends' last sight. Now, it was happening.

"Shhhhh, it'll all be over soon."

"What's going on? Where am I?" Once she picked up the scalpel, her pupils shrunk slightly. She was absolutely helpless other than the slight ability to swing, which she was demonstrating now. "What are you doing? Scoots?!"

"Come on, just be quiet. You'll make Pinkamena mad."

"Pinkie?"

"SHHH! She hates to be called that. Just focus on now. She thinks screams are soothing." She made a quick cut through the artery in one of the hooves, then tho other. She was met with a scream so high-pitched she thought she was a dog to have heard it, and almost loud enough to shatter glass. She winced, intensely.

"Scream like that and I'll make this hurt more than it has to, okay?" She nodded, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood, that was starting to drip into the pool of blood from her hind hooves. "Sorry to snap, but that hurt my ears, you know? Anyway, try not to do that, 'kay?" She received a hastily spat unrelated answer.

"Pleasepleaseplease dont do this! It hurts!"

"You were always a baby, you know?" She made a small cut on her upper right foreleg, barely wincing, to demonstrate a point.

"Please, just kill me already! It hurts so much!"

"What, you don't want to spend your final moments with me?! Whats so wrong with me?!" She unprofessionally jabbed the scalpel into her torso. "Huh?! What made Applebloom so great?! Whats wrong with me?!" She was now cutting a hole in her torso, to expose her organs. "Did you ever to stop to consider or even care about me being an orphan?! When I told you and AB, she comforted me and all you wanted to do was keep crusading. You brushed my life issues off like they were nothing!" She just finished her circle, and put the scalpel down on the counter. Sweetie threw up her entire left lip, along with half her blood.

"Please! Just KILL ME!" Scootaloo looked up to meet her gaze, pure fury raging through her eyes.

She managed to calm her expression, and tone. "This is for a lifetime of lies." She reached out, and pulled the entire front off of Sweetie's torso. There was an eerie silence. The blood kept flowing out of her hooves and it poured out her torso, but she was unconscious. She blacked out from the pain. Serves her right. Scootaloo wanted to take the scalpel, wake her up, and rip out her lung and show it to her she was so mad. She did a breathing technique she saw someponies do where she put one hoof to a side. Once calm enough to not take Pinkamena's job, she turned around to let her to drain. She was not only unbelievably rude, but ruined something Scootaloo had hoped for since the Princess' disappearance and Pinkamena took her in. Long story short, she was enthusiastic in showing her parents how much she loved them with a knife, and Pinkamena had pulled her dad's number, so they just went with it. It dawned on her, she never told her friend and former friend how her parents died. She was so deep in thought, she didn't notice the pink mare in front of her.

"You know, Dashie was just like that. So rude, I just couldn't help but make it hurt. You handled it better than I did." Shortly after Scoots went back to her parents, right before they died, Pinkamena pulled Rainbow's number. She even wrote a short story Scoots read called 'Cupcakes' that was supposed to take place in a world where Nightmare Moon was Luna, and Celestia was still around. She called it realistic fiction, but no way Celestia could possibly still be alive. It would be impossible to bring Nightmare Moon back to Luna, not even the strongest magic would be able to do it. But, it was based on the actual event, and inside the basement was 100% accurate. Pinkamena continued, once again waking her from thought. "If I were you, I would have done much worse. You have some self control, there, and I really am proud of you. You finally found your Rainbow Dash, and it was worse than mine, but you handled it much better. Anyway, I just began baking. You ready for breakfast?"

"Sure. Is that really how Rainbow was when you pulled her?"

"You have no idea."

After a calming 20 minute long cuddle with Pinkamena in the couch, the egg-timer went off. She got up, and followed Pinkamena to the oven room. She put on special boots, and went inside. She came out holding a pan full of dirty lime green liquid, just like Ipsy's coat, and went to pour it into a cupcake tray. This is where she shone. Even if her flat, drooping hair signified her defeat of fate and cutie mark, she was a flash around the room. She was making this one extra special, as she pulled a lung from the bucket with her organs. There were bits flying everywhere, and it was carved into something and quickly stuffed into the conventional oven with the baking cupcake. She then began with the frosting, using skin, fur, and the slightest bit of blood that must have remained pooled in the corpse. That was now in a blender, along with some dandelion. Scootaloo could swear there were 2 of her. Then, she paused with a cup under the cut in her arm she made in her tantrum with Sweetie, and pressed a few times until blood came out. She flinched less with every press, but said nothing. She didn't mind being part of the meal, and the new organ thing had already halfway healed it. She pressed the cup there, drawing more blood. The cup slightly filled, and she removed it. The blood still flowed, so she got another cup and left it right where it was going to hit the floor. The blood stopped after a few seconds, and her curiosity got the better of her. After being a cannibal for so long, she was used to eating any meat, but she had always wondered something. She picked up the cup, and drank the red contents. It tasted sort of like regular blood, but had the familiarity of having been inside her a few seconds ago, as well as the warmth. It was also much more pleasant, but she couldn't exactly tell why. She then looked back to see Pinkamena holding the empty cup, and lick inside it. She was apparently curious as well.

"You taste good really, Scoots." She had a sort of surprised look on her face.

"Probably because of the cupcakes."

"Wanna try me?" Scoots shrugged, and Pinkamena had already made a cut slightly down her foreleg. Then, she got a clean cup and put her hoof over it, allowing the blood to slowly trickle down her leg and off her forehoof into the cup. She let this go for a while, leting the cup full enough for them both to be able to try it. She then used a nearby rag to tie around the cut, and picked the cup up. She took a sip, and passed it ti Scoots. She drank the rest, and her eyes widened. This was actually really good! Pinkamena was licking her leg clean of the blood, and her hair almost went fluffy, but that would never happen.

"Woah, you're awesome!" She couldn't help complimenting her on her blood.

"I think you tasted way better."

"Well, we like each other's blood more. Good to know, I guess." She trailed off. This would lead to some pretty awesome toppings, but only for special occasions. Then, it dawned on her. "Did we ever taste Rarity?" A smile crossed Pinkamea's face, and her eyes widened. She looked kind of scary that way.

"Let's go." She turned everything off, so as to have it ready when they got back to continue without ruining anything. then, she started for the door, grabbing her cloak on the way. Scoots followed suit, and they were once again outside. It was decrepit, as usual. It was a relatively short walk to Carousel Boutique, thankfully, and they were knocking before they knew it. A few locks were undone, and a white mare with neat blue hair meekly opened the door. The only thing restraining Scootaloo from rape was that they weren't here for evil purposes.

"Um, hello?"

"We're here to see Rarity. And yes, we've seen her recently with the blacked out eye thing."

"Oh, come in." Coco Pommel let them in, quickly shutting and locking the door behind them. "She's, well, occupied at the moment." It was a good 5 minutes of awkward silence, then a panting Rarity came down the steps, small cuts and whip marks everywhere. Scootaloo couldn't help but notice the sweat, and bleeding from between the hind legs, and the matted fur around her hooves. She was also out of breath when she spoke.

"Oh, hello, darling. What do you need?"

"Just a little blood."

"How much?" She had a more flat, straight to the point tone.

"Just a taste for each of us."

Coco spoke up again. "Um, that kinda sparks my interest, I have to admit."

"Okay, I'll be right back, darlings." She went into the kitchen for a just under a minute, and came out with a new large cut in her wrist and 3 large cups full of her blood. She gave one to Coco, Pinkamena, then Scoots. There was instantly the sound of Coco spitting it out after Scoots took an absolutely lovely sip.

"Bleh! How do you drink that?"

"We're cannibals, and used to it." Scootaloo responded flatly. "To me, this is absolutely delicious!" She then chugged the entire cup, the stuff was actually really good. It didn't take long to notice an empty cup on the floor, and Pinkanena literally sucking on Rarity's hoof where she cut it. Scootalo still had a taste for regular food, however, so this wasn't as good an Pinkamena made it look, at least to her.

"Oh, darling. You know how much I love ponies kissing my hooves, but- oh what am I saying. Keep going." Rarity than began giggling, as if it ticked. Meanwhile, Scootaloo and Coco were locked in an awkward silence.

"So-" Scootaloo was cut off by a hastily spat defense from Coco.

"I probably don't taste good."

"Geez, I wasn't gonna ask that." Rarity was still giggling in the background. "Pinkamena doesn't like to admit it, but she is really a nice pony. Rules are rules, so that's why we do what we do."

"Why is the rule there that you have to make cupcakes out of ponies?"

"She made a deal with some immortal or something, and that's how she got her party pony power. She doesn't use it very much, but she still has it, so still has to make cupcakes."

"Do you ever regret killing somepony or anything?"

"I regret letting Sweetie Belle talk when I drained her. She was the absolute rudest pony so far, and to think I ever called her my friend. Applebloom was always the nicer one."

"Well, I can see that. On a lighter note, you want a cookie?" Her eyes widened at that, as well as her ears perking up.

"You have cookies?!" Coco nodded and led the filly to the kitchen where she opened a cookie jar. She then pulled out a crispy mouthwatering chocolate chip cookie, which she gave to the bouncing filly. Scootaloo literally had the entire thing in her mouth in less that 0.5 seconds, and it was SO GOOD! If the economy still existed, she could make a fortune from these.

"May I ask how you cut your flank? It looks pretty bad." Scootaloo hadn't even thought about her cutie mark in a while. She thought about the CMC, but not the fact that she had a cut as a cutie mark. She turned around, showing that she had the exact same thing o the other side. "Wait, is that-"

"My cutie mark. I got it after working with Pinkamena for a while. Although, every time I told anypony before the whole anarchy thing, they hated me. I don't know why."

"I would think they were scared, if they knew that it was your cutie mark."

"But why?"

"They probably thought you would hurt them if you stayed around. Ponies always judge by looks, which is why I came to stay here with my only true friend. My old boss tried to rape me when I asked to quit."

"3 questions. One, who was your old boss?"

"A fashion designer like Rarity, but a total bitch."

"Two, did murder really not cross your mind?"

"I was scared, and ran. Also, I have a hard enough time cutting Rarity, let alone being able to kill."

"3, How would you react if I told you I thought about rape when I saw you, and only restrained because we weren't here for harvest?" Her smile dropped in an instant.

"Wait. You, a-" Coco trailed off.

"How do you think I deal with the boredom of watching blood drain, or going into heat?"

"Well, uh, I-I never really thought about it like that." She was not as unnerved as Scoots would have thought she would be. Then, a thought so dumb it might just work struck her.

"You know, common standards are out the window, the world is going to hell, and I'd rather not suffer. If you want to-" Scoots trailed off, not having thought this far ahead. She got a shocked, but not disgusted look from Coco. She could tell she wasn't completely being shot down.

"Well, maybe we could-"

Pinkamena's voice came from the doorway. So close! "Scoots, you ready to go?"

"Can we come back and visit soon?"

"Sure, but we still have to finish Ipsy, remember?"

It was a delicious cupcake, but Scootaloo was still soaking in the fact that next time there over, it would be much more fun.

"You know, Scoots, you are one sly little filly."

"Uh, whatever do you mean?" She was almost as bad at lying as Applejack.

"I heard the entire thing through the wall, but Rarity ran dry, otherwise I would have given you more time. Didn't wanna be suspicious. We can go back tomorrow, if you like." She jumped at that, exited for actually getting somepony who was willing. It was bound to be more fun like that. There was no 'tomorrow' or 'yesterday' but the moon cycled from black for 12 hours to growing for 6 hours and shrinking for 6 hours. It was actually near black right now, and she was only realizing how hungry she was. They had spent the entire light there, and this could be considered dinner now. She was used to eating light however, and breakfast normally lasted the entire day, so it wasn't a big deal. The cupcake was ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS! IT WAS THE EDIBLE REINCARNATION OF CELESTIA HERSELF! Sadly, she only got 6 out of the dozen. She paused before she shoved the last one down her throat, and decided to save it.

"Are you really going to give that to Coco?"

"Hey!" She whined. "Maybe I am."

"I think somepony's got a crush."

"Do not!"

"Whatever you say. Anyway, I'm going to bed. You coming?" She nodded, and followed her to the bed after she put the cupcake in the fridge. She snuggled up to the pink mare before she slipped into sleep.