The Cupcake Stories

by Rising

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Sad, Other, Original Character
Length: 1074

There is a new baker in Canterlot. But her baking methods seem a little odd. With her seceret recipy including ponies...

Honey Cake is a Baker in Canterlot. She is well known for her pastries including her famous Brownies. But she has a dark secret she keeps hidden well. Her baked goods contain ponies. It's what makes them so good she claims. Believing she will never get caught, she lures ponies to her home where she kills them and makes them into her treats.

WARNING:

contains;
blood
gore
death
torture
killing
and cannibalism

read at your own risk

Published 2015-11-13 23:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-11-13 23:10:01 UTC

Meet your Murderer

Author's Note

hey guys! this is my first horror fic and i hope you will enjoy!

~Rising

Meet your Murderer

Honey Cake:

Nopony knew what I'd done until it was to late for them. Anytime some pony got close to finding me in my true state their number purposely got picked. And that's when i had my fun. When i had their life in my hooves to play with like i was a god. It made me smile to know that i could take a ponies life and have little to no suspicion it was me. Anytime a pony went missing i was ruled out of the picture due to my small size, light figure, and overly kind way of acting. Every pony who came to buy my sweets never knew what was in them. Only the ones who were dead did. Because that's what my special ingredient was, ponies. My baked goods were made of ponies. and the ones that bought them hadn't the slightest clue.

I had many friends. Seven very close ones and then the rest of Canterlot. None of them ever thought i was capable of killing until their number was pulled and i showed them how i did it. Slow and painful. they all begged for mercy, demanding why i would do something like this. But i only would laugh and explain that i needed to make baked goods if i where to gain income and regular ingredients wouldn't do.

In case you haven't pulled together the hints and clues I've been kind enough to give you, i kill ponies and make them into baked goods. I'm every ponies worst night mare that they never knew they had. I mostly make brownies but every once in a while i switch it up, making muffins or cupcakes instead. I'm a very twisted pony. I've killed even my parents to succeed at my job and its represented in my cutie mark. a sharp gleaming knife. Every pony thinks it shows my joy of cooking or baking but it doesn't. It only means that one day you'll be next.

Today was a day i pulled a number to kill a new pony for my ingredients. I pull the number 15, Night Light. What fun this will be. He's my first pony who is a colt and a Pegasus! and to add to that excitement, I knew him very well too! His mother and I are very close. he called my aunt Honey! He was such a well behaved colt and was even accepted into Celestia's school for gifted unicorns even though he wasn't one! I had been so proud of him and so had his family. But i guess i can't brake my own rules and not go get him. But i certainly going to give him the special treatment! His short life defiantly deserved it! He had done Equestria proud and had contributed much to this nation. not to mention he was my favorite foal in all of Canterlot! He'd always help me bake if i asked him. unlike some others his age. But I'm getting off topic, i have a colt to got get!

Night Light;

It was 3:25 and the school bell rang. All the foals in the classroom packed up their books and started to leave. I headed to my locker. I got my book bag and put away my homework inside it.

"Hey look Fair! Its that non unicorn!"

I turn around to face the schools two biggest bullies, Fan Fair and Mythic Gem. It didn't help that they were also the schools "it" couple. God they even had a ship name, FairGem. And sweet Celestia i hated them. I put on a fake shy smile, pick up my bag and start to the schools main door.

"Whats wrong Wings? Got your horn in a twist? Oh wait you don't have one!" calls Gem.

I keep walking they follow me as i walk out of the front doors into Canterlot. Both of them teleport in front of me on the stairs. "And where do you think your going?" Fair sneers.

Before i can answer a mare walks up behind Gem and Fair. It's aunt Honey!

"Excuse me!" She says her voice sending chills down my spine. She only used this tone of voice when she needed to be heard.

"I believe that mister Light here was just coming to my place to bake. Isn't that right Night?"She asks and i catch on to her helping me.

"Yes i was miss Cake." I look right at Gem. "We'll be going now."

I fly over the two bullies and land next to Honey. We start to walk to her house and when we get there she invites me in for tea. Thinking it rude to say no i agree since my parents know i wont be home till at least 5:00 because i liked to do my work at the library but work could wait.

"Thank you for helping me back there Honey. They always bother me." I tell her as she levitates out a pot of boiling mint tea. her and my favorite.

"Your welcome Night! Its the least i could do. But um...say would you like to help me bake today? I would love if you helped me." She smiles kindly as she sips her tea. I blush at her offer, i loved to bake. but my work....

"I'd be happy too Honey!" I say making up my mind that i'd help. I sip my tea as well.

"Oh thank you Night! But before you help could you try this?" She asks as she brings out a brownie covered in decorative designs. I nod and carefully eat the pastry so i don't look rude.

"that was great Honey! Now, what do we do next?" I ask eager to help her bake. especially if we were making the type of brownie she had given me. Honey smiles sadistically and i raise an eyebrow suddenly a little scared.

"Oh now you take a nap. I'll see you when you wake. then you can help me with my special ingredient!" She says with glee. I look at her confused but then immediately realize what she means. My head goes light and my vision darkens. the last thing i see is Honey standing over me in a look of sick joy. And i fall to the floor.