Star Wars: Power of the Dark Side
Chapter V: Fate of All Fools

Laughter, it is such a tender emotion and one that is not easily made. Laughter is different between all ponies, for every pony it was completely unique how one laughs. Some from dry and required a sophisticated tongue. Others it came as simply as breathing, with little humor to them they can stretch and make a mile. With others there could also be light hearted teasing. Or for the extremely rare bunch, crude and dark humor. And Pinkie Pie was well versed in all of them. Especially dark humor.

She had grown up with ponies who knew only rock jokes and that was not an exaggeration. They tried so hard and they could get so far, and yet it was never really the same. She however, it came as if it was second nature and it was because of this that she was never really punished as a child. Of course that was before she discovered the Dark Side and killed them all. Their screams were delicious as she drank in their fear and dread. And so started her on her path of destruction and ruin. She started small and would only take from those that meant harm on her. Soon though, she would get greedy.

Yes, she had taken life from that of her own family and their screams could not have been sweeter on her ears. She fled and joined other like minded individuals, born so much earlier than her "friends" know. She was there at the beginning, she had seen empires fall before her eyes, she had seen immortals clash upon an infinite battlefield. And she loved it.

The war. The pain. The death. It all was so exhilarating. A feeling that can never be imitated or ill conceived, it was always welcomed with open hooves to her cruel heart. Yes, Pinkie Pie had known darkness all of her life.

She had taken part of the first council of the Dark Blessing, despite the fact that she had no semblance of her fellow unicorn. She can remember those glorious days filled with conquest and hope for more bloodshed and further enemies. When they were locked in infinite combat with some radicals belonging to the Harmony Knights and the Jedi. Where they had pupils in the hundreds and thousands, they only had the council of six. Six supreme wielders of the dark side. The only ones to know its true power.

Yet even with their power they were still hunted down and killed by the Jedi. The Harmony Knights wanted no part in the genocide of the Dark Empire that wanted to rise. It was because of her that she was forced to live underground for no one to know. It was her that disbanded and killed the Dark Blessing. And it will be with her blood that will re in-state another period of war between ponies. Yes, Pinkie knew there still existed followers of the Dark Blessing. All she needed was Darth Venator's holocron. Something she could never find.

Pinkie stood in the dark basement of Sugarcube corner, distantly she could hear the dripping of water against the stone floor. it was relatively empty, aside from the occasional box and the occasional basket of knick knacks from Mr. and Mrs. Cake's travels. It was here that Pinkie preferred to do most of her business. The air was cold as it tried to pierce through her skin, it clung to the edges of her cloak as she breathed hard. A hood pulled over her head, her otherwise unruly mane was flat against her head and finally with what she had felt earlier in the Force. She could remove her facade.

Pinkie Pie lifted from a deep pocket in her obsidian robes her breathing mask she needed to sustain her life. She wiped a hoof hard against her cheeks and the makeup came off, showing the cracked and black veined face of one who overindulges in the dark side energies in the dim light. Her eyes no longer the happy color, now they were a somber yellow with anger and hatred stirring and churning within her corneas. A deep cough rose from her lungs and through her mouth.

She crossed the room and in the only light lit she saw her fine test subject. Master Summerfall. A morose figure, hung upon a steel table. restrained and bolted to the table. She was a normal mare, a light yellow coat with a dark brown mane with a crimson stripe. Stormy grey eyes and a slightly aged face. A mare of perhaps middle age but maybe older. She was sickly and her skin and coat paler than what is normal. Her once proud Jedi robes were torn away, revealing a fully exposed mare with many scorch and burn marks around her body. Blood trickling from her head at her attempted escape attempt.

A low chuckle erupted from Pinkie-or rather, Darth Mortis, as she approached the sapped pony. She hung there, eyes closed and head lung low with no muscles keeping her head up. Mortis was certain that she did not hurt her too much last time, it was obviously a ploy in trying to escape. The Sith Lord rubbed her head absent mindedly, remembering the failed escape attempt, a lesson well learned in the integrity of her prisoner.

Mortis nudged the mare and she awoke with a stir. In a more grovel voice than she normally had she said, "Good morning, or rather, good afternoon. Your three day nap was good I hope?"

Mortis coughed, her throat tearing at the phlegm that had built itself up. Her solemn eyes fitting the prisoner and unmoving from the prisoner. Summerfall mirrored a cough similar to hers and replied with an emotionless tone, "Don't patronize me."

Mortis waved a hoof, "What have we discussed about you making demands of me?"

She thrust her hoof and pressed it hard on Summerfall's throat, the feeling causing Summerfall to squeak. At the beginnings of her torture, Summerfall remained very adamant and very loyal to her Jedi companions. The Jedi Master coughed, "Not...to...do...it."

Mortis released her hoof and the pony breathed in deeply after a coughing fit. Mortis gave a half smile as she replied, "Good, not that we have that out of the way. It is time for the real fun, I am sure that you know well this song and dance?"

Summerfall recited, "I am to answer every question you ask and answer it truthfully. If I answer dishonestly or you find my answer insufficient, then you electrocute me with your force lightning. If I try to harm you then you harm me, in the creative way that you have at the moment. If I try to escape, I receive no food for four days and am beaten into submission."

Mortis leaned in forward and whispered inches away from Summerfall, "Excellent...such a good little mare, it is no wonder you are a Jedi and not a Sith."

Mortis nodded, "Now, where might I find Venator's holocron?"

Sumerfall seemed to ponder the question, a slight decrease of her brow as it pained her to try and remember. Mortis was sure that she was light on her strikes to her head, she did not want to cause any brain damage or cause her any amnesia. She glanced at one far corner of the room, there rested a cart that was full of something. A reminder that Mortis had a tendency to get a little carried away. An idle cough mustered itself up as she patiently awaited her answer.

The Jedi very lightly shook her head, "I don't know, that was a secret even kept from me."

Mortis leaned on closer and whispered, "You Jedi and your closely kept secrets."

Mortis knew fully well not to bring emotions to her line of torture, but there were more than one ways of torture. Mortis did her homework on this one. Summerfall is extremely sensitive to acts of love or passion, by extremely Mortis means that she would turn a full shade of crimson just by a gentle caress. Mortis never expected that one of these brainwashed Jedi would actually take the code seriously and to a 't'. And it was this kind of torture that Mortis and Pinkie, loved the best.

Mortis stood up and with a clever manipulation of the force, her face grew brighter and her color somewhat returned to her. She caressed her hoof lightly over Summerfall's cheek and whispered huskily in her ear, tasting her despair and fear on her as she squirmed against the soft whispers, "You are a Jedi master I doubt that you were not informed. Now, tell me the truth and I may not..."

She nuzzled Summerfall and whispered on her cheek, "...or I may continue."

Summerfall shuddered in fear and despair, her emotions delicious to Mortis. She was exactly where Mortis needed her. the delicate mare breathed raggedly as her overly sensitive pores absorbed Mortis' husky breaths. Tears brimmed her eyes and she sputtered, "I...I don't..."

Her voice trailed off and she tried to catch herself but she could not finish the sentence. Her fate had been sealed now and she knew it. Mortis hummed on Summerfall's cheek and breathed, "Perhaps you need a little persuasion."

Mortis placed her hooves on Summerfall's sides, she felt the mare tremble and shudder from the feeling of another's hooves on her sides. Her hooves gently touching the soft mare's sides. Mortis had to admit, for a mare such as herself, she took very good care of herself. Mortis drew small circles with her hooves over the healthy muscles and massaged her tender sides. She squirmed and wriggled under the restraints at the feeling, biting her lip down at the over sensitive nerves she had. Biting down so hard that blood began to draw into her mouth.

Mortis leaned in closer to the mare's mouth and her breath freezing the mare in place as her words spread over the Jedi's lips, "Allow me to jog your memory."

Her voice was filled with fear as she begged with sweat on her brow and tears in her eyes, "No...please...don't!"

Her desperation in her tone only made her want to continue, a deep chuckle erupted from her mouth as she moved her hooves ever southward and rested them on her healthy flanks before reaching-

Her actions were interrupted at the sound of the basement door opening and two voices entering the large room, "I don't know honey, that shipment wasn't supposed to be made for another few weeks."

"I just want to be sur-AAAAGGGHHH!!!"

Mortis ground her teeth together at the sound of the bloodcurdling scream. Her job was just about to get a whole lot more complicated.

To make matters worse, the Jedi shouted with desperation in her tone, "Run, both of you! Run far away from here!"

They remained stunned for moment as their fear filled the rooms, hanging there as if it was dangling for her. They tried to rush for the doors but they stumbled quickly, giving Mortis her opening. Mortis drank their fear and in a swift motion she flicked her hoof and the door behind the fearful Cakes slammed shut and in a quick clutching hoof gesture the door jam crumbled under her anger. She advanced towards them as she did this, "You know this is exactly, what I needed right now!"

Her anger and their fear mixed and filled her veins with the very pure powers of the dark side. Mr. and Mrs. Cake huddled together and backpedaled as the Sith lord encroached around them. She spat with anger and rage brimming on her voice as it boomed across the dark room, "I was just about to get the information I needed until you two just barged in looking for CELESTIA. KNOWS. WHAT!!!"

Mortis thrust her hooves apart in opposite directions and the cradled lovers were split from each others hooves. Mrs. Cake was slammed hard agains the stone wall and she heard the sound of bones breaking, a loud crunch as she hit the wall forcefully. Mr. Cake screamed as Mortis kept a heavy amount of force on him, "NOOOO!!!"

Mortis raised him as he was pushed forcefully against the wall. Mortis tightened her grip and she snarled as he kicked his hind legs against the wall trying to weasel his way out of the titanic grip that threatened to crush his throat, "Do not worry, I did not kill her. I am not that merciful. Her time will come, while you watch her die. For you both will share the fate of all fools."

Her anger slightly subsided as she drank in all of the emotions that she was suckling out of this quivering and fearful stallion. Mortis has never felt this strong in centuries, she felt the corruption of the dark side slightly recede and she could lift the force she had on herself. She breathed more calmly and shot her attention back to Summerfall as she cried, "Please! Leave them be, they are innocen-AAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Not even the stone room they were in could suppress the screams of pain as Mortis flicked her free hoof towards her first victim, tongues of electricity licking across the air and crackling and burning the skin on her victim. She quivered and shook the stone table violently from her pain. An intense purple glow wrapped around Summerfall as her form absorbed the electricity, spasming at her sudden outburst. Mortis drank her screams as well and said, "That is enough out of you, I will deal with you later."

The tongues of dark purple electricity died and Summerfall fell back limply against the stone table. Mortis could have made them stronger and turned her into ash, but that is not the kind of Sith she was. She felt generous and spared her life, she turned her attention back to Mr. Cake as he sputtered, "Why?......"

Mortis started with a cruel ear to ear grin until a light chuckle replaced it, it rose and rose in volume until the room was filled with her maddened laughter. She advanced towards the hovering stallion and repeated his question her originally high pitched over joyous voice returned as she said, "Why? Why! Hahahaha, because it's fun silly!"

Mortis continued her bout of laughter until Mr. Cake's eyes rolled in the back of his head and he fell unconscious. She loved doing this, and now the fun was tripled. She chuckled in a voice between her two alter egos, "And I love it..."

Author's Note

Nothing overly sexual just a little something. Listen, she is sadistic, she loves to torture. And there is more than one way to torture someone. I originally wasn't going to make Pinkie a Sith, then I wrote this chapter and had WAY too much fun writing it. You guys asked and I delivered. I hope you liked Sith Pinkie, or Darth Mortis. Sorry, couldn't think of a better Sith name fitting her sadistic personality, if you come up with anything better let me know in the comments. Thanks for the continued support of this fic!