Gumcakes
MLP FIMfic by aczom
It was a dark, windy night in Ponyville. But it wasn't just any night. Sugarcube Corner currently had bright lights and loud, country-cross-techno music emanating from it. Inside was a party hosted by none other than the premier party pony, Pinkie Pie!
It was her birthday, but nopony wanted to host it after the incident from her birthday before last.
"This is a great party, Pinkie!" said a certain purple unicorn, over the music.
"This might be the most awesome one yet!" exclaimed the rainbow-maned pegasus, doing a small flip in the air for emphasis.
"Thanks girls," answered Pinkie, with a grin "but a party isn't a party without other ponies to enjoy it with!"
"I'll say." murmured Rainbow, remembering the incident from years past
"What was that, Dashie?"
"Nothing!"
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Spike was using his fire to cook all kinds of treats for the 6 mares (and the 2 cake foals) in the next room. He wore a white apron with a pink heart and frilly lace surrounding it. He had just finished icing a dozen of Spicy Rainbow cookies, Pinkie's own invention. Hot sauce, rainbow water, a pinch of salt and a teaspoon of vanilla.
Even Spike was amazed at the fact Pinkie could stomach it. She'd said that the spice had grown on her since the best young flyers competition day.
Spike stopped, as he heard a noise behind him. Seeing nothing, he assumed it was just Pinkie knocking someone flying into the wall with her dancing. He brought the cookies out, placed them on the table, talked with Rarity for a minute and then returned to the kitchen.
Spike began to hum one of Pinkie's many songs as he worked, this one about cupcakes.
"all you hafta do is take a cup of-" he was cut off by a clang from the pile of pans and cake tins on the far corner of the kitchen, the pile over spilling from the "to-be-cleaned" pile in the sink.
Spike stared at the pile for perhaps a little too long, and he felt a cool liquid trickle onto his foot.
"GAH!!" he exclaimed, noticing the measuring cup he had in his claws was overflowing with the rainbow liquid he poured into it.
"Oh, good." he said, exasperated
"Pinkie!" he yelled "Where do ya keep the mop?"
"Behind the pantry there." She said joyfully, sticking her head through the doorway at a seemingly possible angle for an earth pony.
"Thanks!" exclaimed Spike, jumping of a wooden stool that kept him level with the now-rainbow-stained table. He waddled to the large, purple pantry next to the pan-pile.
CLINK!
The sound of 2 peices of metal colliding shocked Spike into a scream, firing a stream of green flame into the air, slightly blackening the roof.
Spike sighed. "Pinkie!"
No answer came, as the music was probably too loud to hear over.
Spike decided just to tell Pinkie about the singed roof later, and instead decided to search the pile.
"uh, hello?"
He climbed into the pile, about twice the height of a pony, and began to move around.
"Rainbow, if this is a prank, it isn't funny!" he said.
At that moment, he heard a loud "Whoo-Hoo!" from the other room, in the blue mares voice.
"uh, Pinkie?" he asked. As if in answer, he heard a loud "Yippie!!" in the pink pony's voice
"AJ?"
"Yee-HAW!!" he heard a loud bang and a crash.
"Ah'm alright ev'ry pony."
"...ok." said Spike, confused
He heard a tiny hissing noise from under a large, circle cake mold before him. He lifted it to reveal-
"YAAAAH!!"
The 6 mares in the next room stopped partying, turning towards the doorway. They heard a barrage of metallic "clangs", followed by another loud scream from Spike, this time louder.
"HELP!! SOMEPONY HELP ME!! SWEET CELESTIA!!"
Pinkie stopped the music.
"Hey girls," she said, a tinge of worry in her voice "I think Spike might be in trouble."
Spike ran out into the room full of mares, his head covered in a sticky clear liquid. He ran behind Twilight, panting and sweating.
"Spike, what's wrong?" asked the unicorn.
"There is something evil in there! It's evil!!"
Pinkie trotted into the kitchen, let out a giggle and came back in, with a small, green alligator sucking on her head.
Spike belched a green cone of fire in shock, accidentally jabbing some of his sharp claws into Twilight's leg and making her mane similar to the time-travel incident.
"Spike!" she exclaimed, jumping at the pain. "It's only Gummy!"
"G-Gummy?" stammered Spike
"Yeah, my pet alligator!" exclaimed the pink pony
Spike stared at it. It released its grip on Pinkie's head and his in Spike's face. He jumped backwards.
"GETRIDOFIT!!" he yelled, jumping back once again.
The mares began to laugh.
"This is not funny!" yelled Spike. "That's the Toothless Terror murderer!"
This was met with more laughter. "oh Spike," said Rainbow "I think you might be over reacting."
Suddenly, a large clock began to chime, a small door opening each time to let out a small, wooden Pinkie.
"My goodness! Look at the time!" Exclaimed Rarity "I must get home for my beauty sleep!"
"And I think I should check on my animals." said the timid voice of Fluttershy.
"Come on, Spike, you need your sleep." said Twilight "You are a baby dragon after all." she turned to the Pink Pony before her. "Happy birthday, Pinkie!" she said before teleporting herself and Spike back to the Tree house.
An undefined amount of time later...
Spike lied in bed, Turning about.
Was it really him? The Toothless Terror? No, it couldn't be. It was probably just a coincidence Spike thought. I mean, I've lived here for a few years now, so if it was him, he would have come for me by now.
He heard a scurry in the dark.
"TWI!" he shout-whispered.
scurry scurry
Spike froze. "nah," he said aloud, easing up "it isn't him. Probably just a mou-" he never finished that thought. There was a loud CLANG and blacked out.
When Spike came to, he was in a dark room. His senses slowly returned as he looked around. He felt that he was back down on a large, metal table and had cold blood trickling down from the wound on his head. He tried to get up, only to find he was restrained by leather cuffs, his tale straightened below him and his legs spread wide apart. "HELP!" he tried to scream, only to be muffle by a damp cloth gagging him.
"I see you are awake." said a voice, speaking in the ancient dragon tongue known only to dragons.
"Mphhmph?!" yelled Spike.
"Don't bother you imbecilic dragon. You may have noticed the gag currently in your mouth?"
The owner of the voice stepped into the light. He was a small, green alligator with large, purple eyes.
When Spike came to again, he had a slight pain in his side.
"Now, don't go falling asleep again. We haven't even started yet." he let out a grin, revealing sharp pieces of metal jabbing out of his gums. "Too many more of these" he held up an empty syringe "and you might not make it through to the end."
Gummy removed the gag in Spike's mouth.
"HELP!!" screamed Spike "IT'S THE TOOTHLESS TE-" Gummy place a clawed hand into Spike's mouth, latching it to his tongue.
"Don't bother. This entire place is completely sound proof."
Spike was very sketchy on dragon tongue, but he tried to ask the alligator what he was going to do.
"Purple monkey dubstep?" He said in the language. Gummy was slightly taken off guard, but realized what was happening. In English this time, he began to speak. "I suppose you want to know what is happening?"
Spike nodded, and in answer Gummy grabbed a scalpel in his claws.
Spike would have blacked out yet again, if it weren't for the adrenaline in his veins.
Gummy turned on a light, revealing the rest of the room. Spike stared, dumb founded at the rooms decor. There was a shelf of skulls of many small dragons, all of which were painted in blood.
Below each skull was a vile of red liquid (and in one case green) with a label of the species it was from.
Above Spike was a large device, but he didn't quite know what was.
To the left (as far left as Spike could turn) was a wire hanging from wall to wall. Hanging from it were several dragon pelts, mostly missing their scales. Out of the corner of his eye was a large chunk of meat.
It looked like they were in the basement of Sugarcube Corner.
"PINKIE!! HELP!!" yelled Spike, tears springing to his eyes.
Gummy chuckled, before moving the scalpel closer, ready to start the game.
He inserted the sharp end of the scalpel into Spike's soft upper-belly and slid it down to his groin. Spike screamed at the pain and tried to blow fire into his assailant's face, only to choke on his sobs and burning his tongue.
"Why are you doing this?!" screamed Spike.
"For science of course!" said the small green alligator.
He set aside the scalpel and pulled open Spike's new fleshy flaps and began to nail them into holes on the side of the metal table.
"Now, we don't want you to get infected, do we?" he grabbed a bottle labeled alchohol and poured it into the small dragons exposed organs.
Spike bit his lip a groaned, as the alchohol stung him to his core.
"What kind of sick science is this!?" Spike yelled through the pain.
Ignoring him, Gummy reached up to the large device suspended above Spike, pulling down a jar, labeled "Stomach". He reached into Spikes open belly, cutting Spike's stomach out with his bare claws.
Spike screamed once again.
"Now now, Spike. You wouldn't want me to relieve you of something important, would you?"
Gummy reached in again, tearing out another chunk of flesh. This continued until all that remained in Spike's new crevice was 2 lungs and his heart.
He would have surely vomited had his stomach still been attached.
"W-why?" asked Spike. He coughed up some dark red blood.
"I told you before." said the alligator. "For science."
Spike closed his eyes and everything went dark.
