Cupcake inspired Stories

CupCakes:

  The Pinkie Pie Edition

She had received a letter, it had been handed to her by the mail mare Derpy Hooves with a smile and a wave.

Pinkie Pie loved getting mail, it was like a little personal surprise party to her, she opened the letter with a rush of excitement, who was it from?

Rarity? Twilight? Applejack!?

No, this was muzzle writing just as perky and happy as her own.

Hey Pinkie!

I hate to be a bother but the delivery ponies seemed to have dropped off part of your order at my shop.

Twelve bags of Flour, ten bags of sugar, and a whole lot of chocolate, Don’t worry I’ve put them some place safe and you can pick them up at your leisure, No rush dear!

Ramen Spice

Pinkie Pie chuckled softly, Ramen Spice was one of the newer ponies to ponyville, she and her friends had escaped to her world to get away from a dark and twisted Equestria.

Ramen Spice had opened a noodle shop and soon a playful rivalry started up between the pink party pony and the brown earth pony.

Pinkie had decided to adopt the other pony as a sister and they became fast friends.

So this letter warmed Pinkie’s heart and she set it down on the counter then she paused, her eyes fell upon the calendar, it had been two weeks since she drew her last number, with a short frown she made her way down the stairs to her secret room, she passed through the main room and into another room that had a huge mural on the wall of all the ponies of ponyville, some were “x” out the numbers under them crossed out, others had “?” marks on them and finally there were others who were not blocked out in any way.

Sighing she pushed her muzzle into a party hat and she withdrew a number.

32

Pinkie Pie let her gaze sweep the room and she found the one who owned the number.

“It looks like I’m going to be making a pie with that apple!” she cooed in happiness, number 32 was Big Mac.

Pinkie Pie stopped her skipping in place however, she frowned slightly.

“But Big Mac is huge, and I don’t have enough ingredients….I guess I will have to go to Ramen’s after all…” she sighed and she then decided to leave and skipped out of the Bakery.

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She arrived at the Lucky Bowl Noodle Shop during the lunch rush, Ponies from far and wide were bustling through the restaurant.

Pinkie saw that ponies from as far as Philidelphia to Canterlot were enjoying the noodles.

Pinkie smiled at this, Ramen’s noodle bowls were indeed something amazing.

She was jarred out of her thoughts by a squee and then a glomp, She didn’t even have to look to know who it was.

“Pinkie! It’s so so soooo good to see you!” the brown earth pony said, she blew a stray stand of toxic green hair from her teal eyes. “You want the house special?” she asked, and before Pinkie could answer she was sat down at the bar and a bowl was placed in front of her.

The smell from the bowl was intoxicating, buckwheat noodles were in a vegetable broth with sweet potatoes and apples floating in the broth, Pinkie pie smiled and she ate the food with great relish, when she was done she chuckled.

Ramen smiled at her.

“Anything else?” She asked, Pinkie Pie nodded,

“I got your letter…” she said, she thought she saw Ramen’s face fall for a moment, but the brown earth pony caught herself and she nodded.

“Okay, well, I guess we should get your things then huh?” she asked and she drew away, “We will cut through the kitchen, it’s shorter…” she mused and Pinkie Followed her into the kitchen.

They passed the stove and Pinkie paused, something smelled….sweet.

Ramen glanced over her shoulder,

“Oh, I’m working on a dessert bowl,” She said then she perked up, “Wanna try the broth? You can give me pointers on how to improve!” she said.

Pinkie nodded,

“I’d love to!”

Ramen ladled some of the broth into a small bowl and offered it to pinkie, who drank it with a big smile,

“Mmmm,” She said and chuckled, “That’s really really good! Can I have more!?”

Ramen took the bowl back and as she ladled the second helping of broth into the bowl she heard the sound of a body hitting the ground.

Slowly she set the bowl down and she sighed, turning and looking over her shoulder.

Pinkie lay unconscious on the floor, Ramen shook her head slowly back and fourth.

“Tisk. Tisk. Such a weak tolerance.” She mused, then she set to work pulling Pinkie’s unconscious form toward the dumbwaiter and loading her onto it, she then pushed the down button and lowered Pinkie Pie into the darkness, she then decided she would prep her then get back to her customers, and when the restaurant closed…then her real work would begin.

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When Pinkie Pie woke up she found herself in a predicament that most of her victims found themselves in, She was bound to a large rotating table and confused.

She tried to move her arms and legs but found them holding fast to the table and not budging even a little, that fear pushed her out of her confusion and her situation finally dawned on her, she went to scream but the ball gag in her mouth muffled most of her sounds, and looking around she noted the bright spotlight that shone down on her all but destroyed her night vision making it hard to see in the otherwise dark room.

Though she did think she saw the outline of a few ponies in the inky blackness, her mind raced.

Had she been found out?

Was this her punishment for years of doing the Princesses’ dirty work?

“Mhhmphg!” she managed, and a few moments later she  heard the sound of clopping hooves approaching her, a few moments later into  the spot light stepped Ramen Spice,  she was holding a rope in her mouth and pulling something behind her with it, Pinkie also noted she was humming a very familiar song as well and when Pinkie’s eyes met Ramen’s she noted the light in them, that same cracked light she saw in her own eyes whenever she looked in the mirror.

Pinkie’s eyes went wide as Ramen stopped walking and sat down in front of her, she let the rope fall from her mouth and she stopped humming and began to sing instead,

“Giggle at the ghostly, Guffaw at the grossly, Crack up at the creepy, Whoop it up with the weepy ,Chortle at the kooky, Snortle at the spooky….” She smiled at Pinkie Pie and giggled at her, then for a few moments he fell silent, watching the other, her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, she spoke in a dead-pan voice, “I’m going to take the gag off you now, feel free to laugh all you want, maybe you’ll scare me away, but don’t waste your time screaming no pony can hear you, and besides, if you do it, I’ll cut your tongue out…” she chuckled as she said the last part before lifting up onto her rear legs and taking the gag off Pinkie pie.

The Pink mare coughed and moved her jaw around, then she looked at Ramen a look of desperation in her eyes, she didn’t feel like laughing, at all.

“I…I play the number game too….I didn’t know you had it where you came from…” she said, hoping maybe this would save her.

Ramen chuckled again,

“Well then you understand just how important this all is…”

Pinkie Pie felt her stomach twist, her mind racing, was this really happening?

Was this…this outsider….really going to go through with all of this?

Ramen continued in a bored manner as she turned to her tool-box and began to look through it, picking up various blades, she knew she had to pick the perfect one to start with, she knew it had to be strong, but thin, so it wouldn’t destroy anything, “At first, I was sad when I drew your number, but then I realized something, this is a great honor, So I wrote you a letter!” she chuckled lightly, “I didn’t expect you to come over so soon, So when I saw you in the Noodle shop I got a little sad, but now…” she held up the scalpel, “Now I’m super honored to be here with you, Like I’m sure you were honored to be with Rainbow Dash, Right?”

Pinkie Pie flinched at those words, she could feel the tears lift in her eyes as she remembered drawing Dashie’s number, she remembered the mix of pain and joy to have Dash with her, she felt a tremble run through her and she hung her head.

Ramen perked a brow as she approached with the small yet effective blade,

“Pinkie, I asked you a question…Were you honored to have pulled Rainbow Dash’s Number?”

Pinkie only sniffled softly, Ramen rolled her eyes and shook her head, leaning down she began her work by sinking the blade into the skin a few inches above Pinkie’s Cutie mark, Since Pinkie had her eyes closed for the moment, she didn’t expect the other mare to start right away and the pain caused a scream  to escape her, Ramen continued to work, making long circular incisions around the cutie mark, this was…delicate work after all, and she didn’t want to ruin such a nice cutie mark.

When Ramen finished cutting the skin she slipped the blade into one of the cuts, working on separating the skin from the muscle, Pinkie could not stop the whine of pain and anguish that escaped her, and soon the small circle of flesh simply fell off.

Ramen wordlessly withdrew and set the scalpel down, then she picked up the small circle of flesh and she trotted off back into the darkness.

Pinkie was breathing hard, was that it?

Was that all this mare wanted?

Was it over?

She didn’t know what Ramen was doing, and it wasn’t until Ramen spoke up with a soft,

“I need more light,” Did Pinkie get the full scope of just how dedicated Ramen was to her own work.

The room’s lights burst into illumination and Pinkie saw that she was in what looked to be a hunter’s Trophy room.

Heads of various ponies hung on the walls, taxidermy bodies were set up here and there, and a quilt made of patchwork cutiemarks rested on a sewing table.

Pinkie looked around the room, her eyes instantly fell upon the Taxidermy bodies of Braeburn, Fancy Pants,  and Shining Armor, While Cherrilee, Spitfire, and Uppercrusts’ heads were lined up next to one another on the wall, and each had a errily serene look upon their faces, she also noted Octavia and DJ Pon-3’s cutie marks, along with a lot more, in the quilt, and now….being added to the quilt was her own.

Pinkie was stunned, her mouth open in shock, and after a few moments she found herself,

“…It…It was you, the other missing ponies! The numbers I had to take out of my drawing! You…you were the one to….who…”

Ramen nodded, a gentle smile on her face,

“Mm-hmm,” she mused softly, not looking up from her work with the needle and thread, “Unlike you however, focusing on only Ponyville, I scattered my work, taking from all parts of Equestria…this…is the pony room, I’ve two more rooms you know, one for gryphons, the other for…other creatures.” She chuckled, she had finished stitching the cutiemark down, she then sighed, “Aw horseapples, I forgot to take your other one,” she shook her head, and set the quilt down, she began to trot towards the bound pink mare and picked up the scalpel again.

Pinkie blinked and she struggled slightly, she knew where this would end up, and she didn’t want to die!

She wasn’t done yet! No…not by a long shot!

She frowned,

“Ramen, Ramen you cant kill me, I drew Big Mac’s number! I drew it before I came over here!” she cried out, hoping that Ramen’s dedication for the rules was as strong as her own, Ramen paused, the blade mere inches from Pinkie’s skin and she slowly lifted her teal eyes to look up at the other pony.

There, she had done it! Pinkie was internally proud of herself.

Ramen huffed slightly,

“Well then I better make this quick then, huh? I’ve never had to do two in one day before…” she mused as she cut into Pinkie’s flesh and within moments she had removed the pink party pony’s other cutie mark.

“And it’s Big Mac of all ponies….Whoo….you really can pick ‘em, cant you?” Ramen chuckled softly and she looked up at the other pony with glittering eyes, Ramen’s teal eyes searching the Pinkie Pie’s deep blue ones.

She smiled in a short manner,

“Hmmm….” She mused softly and she grabbed ahold of the skin she had loosened and she pulled with a flourish.

Pinkie Pike screamed again and she shuddered a bit, she could feel her blood, warm and sticky running down the sides of her legs, Ramen trotted back over to the quilt and set to work quickly stitching it in, she hummed as she did so.

Pinkie watched her as she worked, wondering, fearing, what the brown earth pony would do next.

Once the quilt was done being worked on Ramen looked around slowly, her eyes fell upon what she needed and she trotted over to it.

“I think I’m going to want your head on my wall…” she said as she began to push a guillotine towards them, “But that’s the grand finale,” she chuckled, “For now, lets have some fun!”

She smiled, she then trotted around the guillotine and over to the small wooden table near the table that Pinkie Pie was anchored to.

She picked up a spray bottle with some strangely colored liquid in it.

“I’m going to test to see just how much pain you can take, us happy ponies, we can take a lot of pain, we just hide our sadness and anguish behind a smile and no-pony ever knows right?” she skipped over to where Pinkie Pie was and she set the spray bottle down, she then took out a jar of nails and straight pins and she chuckled.

She then stepped on a button and the table Pinkie was on slowly lowered down, backwards so that the pink mare was laying down now, the bottoms of her hooves exposed.

Pinkie cringed, she could see where this was going,

“Oh…Oh Celestia….please Ramen….” She whispered, and Ramen picked up the spray bottle and squirted some of the liquid on Pinkie Pie’s legs, it burned instantly and she howled in pain as the liquid ate through her skin and flesh alike, and the smell was nauseating.

“Every time you beg, or plead, or make a sound of protest, I’m going to douse you with some of my acid…” she chuckled, “It’s fast and effective…so….here we go!” she set the bottle down and picked up a straight pin and placed it to the exact center of pinkie’s hoof and she grinned brightly before pushing forward with a sharp and strong motion, Pinkie couldn’t help the scream that escaped her, and it only intensified when Ramen tisked and sprayed more acid onto her, Pinkie realized that Ramen didn’t care what happened to her body, she only wanted her head.

The smell of burning hair and skin filled the room and Ramen picked up another pin, she placed it at a diagonal angle from the other pin and she winked at Pinkie before putting all her pressure on this one, it went through the soft part of her hoof and out the other end, again Pinkie let a scream tear through the air, the tears that ran down her cheeks were hot, but the acid that touched her other leg was hotter still, Pinkie sniffled and writhed on the table.

Ramen stood slowly and she picked up a nail and a hammer and she placed the nail in the dead center of the top of the hoof and she chuckled as it scraped the hard outer shell of the hoof.

With a mighty swing she brought the hammer down and effectively she did two things, cracked the hoof and pinned it to the table even moreso.

Pinkie screamed again, this time more throaty than before, back arching, body shaking, she now understood exactly what Dashie had felt…no, what every pony she had done this to felt and her stomach turned.

Ramen blinked slowly and then she chuckled.

“Wow…what a wuss you are….” her voice was semi cold and she slowly drew away from the other pony. "I mean, Shining Armor didnt even so much as whimper when I doused his.." she paused with a chuckle and grinned at Pinkie, "You know, with Acid....of course by that time he had this far away broken look in his eyes, I think he simply surrendered..." she sighed softly, shaking her head, "For the Captain of the Guards....you think he would have been stronger, but....as you can see..." she lifted a hoof and gestured to the taxidermy body of the unicorn guard, "He made a very lovely room accent." she giggled and then fell rather silent as she looked at Pinkie Pie's tear streaked face, her watery blue eyes waivered every now and then, and Ramen frowned and lifted a hoof and lifted Pinkie's chin to look her directly in the eyes.

"And I have no idea how I even admired you, I mean look at you! Whimpering and Whining like a foal....." she started and Pinkie could suddenly hear herself mocking Rainbow Dash;

'Is that how you want me to remember you; as a Baby?!'

She cleared her throat and she looked at Ramen, she felt so helpless, so useless, Pinkie couldn’t help but feel guilty at what she had done to her best friend, to her other friends….she shuddered slightly and she couldn’t stop herself, her lips moved, her voice escaped her.

"This. Isnt. Fun." she said through clenched teeth, Ramen laughed and pulled her hoof away.

"Why? Because it's not you doing these horrible things to somepony else? You can only give but  you cant take? Is that it?" she asked in cold manner, "Ooooh Pinkie Pie...." she cooed in a manner that was very much akin to a lover's voice. "We havent even started yet...." she purred and she drew away, trotting around the room she giggled softly as she found what she was looking for, vice clamps, she turned around trotting towards the helpless pink mare.

She began to hum again as she fastened the clamps to the other mare’s hooves.

“W…what are you doing, Ramen?” Pinkie asked softly. “Oh Celestia what are you doing?”

Rame lifted a hoof to her lips,

“Shhhh, It’ll only hurt for a moment, then you’ll feel pressure but no pain, yes it’s sensitive down here, but you are going to experience more pain than your body will know what to do with.” Ramen perked a brow slightly and she canted her head to the right.

Pinkie was shaking as Ramen spoke, and she heard the clink and felt the cold clamps as they took purchase on her hooves.

Ramen then hooked the two chains between the clamps and she then led the chain towards a device on the wall across the room, once the chain had been secured there she walked back over to Pinkie and she looked down at the Pink mare who was now sweating bullets and looking a tad pale.

“You see, I find that hooves, when ground up in soup, add a really good flavor, and I’m pretty sure yours would add a sophisticated sweetness….My customers would love it!” she said and she placed a kiss to Pinkie’s forehead before lifting up a ball-gag again and fastening it in Pinkie’s mouth.

“I know you are going to scream, and loudly, and I don’t want you giving me a headache sooooo, I’m sorry, but I’m muffling the sound a bit…breathe through your nose.” She stated and she trotted back towards the device on the wall, she then lifted her hoof to the button on the wall, there was a horrible sound.

Pinkie wasn’t sure if it was the device kicking in, or the sound of her hooves being torn off her body, but the white hot pain that shot through her body did indeed cause her to pain, she felt the jerk of her hooves being torn off her feet, the feel of ligiment and bone shattering, her eyes rolled back in her head as she screamed into the ball-gag that muffled her noise and once it was all over she lay there, struggling to breathe.

Ramen trotted over to her and she undid the ball-gag again so Pinkie could draw in more air, the pink mare was trembling slightly and she looked at Ramen with glassy eyes.

Ramen smiled sadly at her.

“You know, I wish I didn’t have to do this…I wish that you and I could have joined forces, but this is my duty, I drew your number, and it not only honors me, but it pains me to see you like this….” She paused and lifted a hoof and drew it through Pinkie’s mane. “To see you barely as the pony I knew and loved…” she trailed off slowly and sighed softly. “So, Now I’m going to give you something for the pain, something to make you think all you are doing is dreaming, nothing will hurt, I will harvest you, and then I will cut off your head.” She said gently.

Pinkie Pie sniffled softly as tears ran down her cheeks, she looked at Ramen with those glassy eyes of hers.

Her lips parted slightly and she whispered gently.

“….it…….was…….an……honor……” she trailed off slowly and her eyes closed.

Ramen frowned,

“No, no, no,” she said and she picked up a syringe and she injected the pink mare’s chest, Pinkie opened her eyes with a sharp gasp and she looked at Ramen and she whined softly. “Why did you wake me up, why couldn’t you just let me die with dignity?!” she trembled slightly.

“Because you know the rules….we have to share the last moments……” Ramen stated in a very solemn voice. “So…let’s get this over with shall we?” she asked. “Because you drew another number before you came over and I have to have this place cleaned up and ready for another pony. A massive one! I think I might stuff him and put him next to Shining Armor….what do you think?” she asked.

Pinkie just looked at Ramen for a few moments, she sighed softly and she shook her head slowly back and fourth.

“I don’t care Ramen.” She moaned, “I don’t care anymore. Just do what you are going to do….and finish it.” She sobbed softly.

Ramen nodded.

“Fine, suit yourself, I shall.” She stated gently as she walked around the table slowly, she then picked up a syringe and she moved back over to where Pinkie lay, she stabbed the other’s foreleg and smiled lightly to herself. “You know, I respected you so much, you have no idea how badly I wanted this to be a good moment for the both of us! But you….” She trailed off slowly, “You don’t seem as happy about this as I am, I mean…you told me you play the number game too, and I know you know this is a great honor for me, but you, you just gave up…did the ponies you do this to give up? Did none of them fight? What about Rainbow Dash!? Did she fall apart and give up too?” she asked, her voice chiding slightly.

Pinkie winced slightly as the needle was withdrawn, she looked at Ramen for a few moments,

“Yeah….she did.” She stated softly, “She broke, cried, she begged me to stop, and I didn’t because I knew it was my duty to do as such.” She paused. “Just as I know it’s yours….I’m done fighting. I am going to try and savor this moment too…” she closed her eyes. “Show me how good you are at this.”

Ramen nodded and she moved over to a table and she picked up a scalpel, she then began to make incisions in the other’s chest and abdomen.

She then opened Pinkie’s chest with little to no effort, her eyes half lidded slightly, she sighed and she began to harvest organs.

When she got to Pinkies heart she looked at the pink mare of laughter for a few moments, their eyes met and Ramen saw no hate there, she saw nothing but happiness and honor.

Ramen then cleared her throat and she cut the organ free.

She placed the heart on the scale and  then she began to unclasp the other pony, she dragged the body, now gutted, and placed it on the wooden bed of the guillotine, she then tugged the rope and the blade came down, there was a soft sound and Pinkies head fell into a basket.

Ramen then pulled the mare’s body over to another chute and she pushed it into the opening, then turning she trotted over to the head and she picked it up.

“Well,” she mused softly. “Let’s finish up shall we, I’ve an apple to core.” She grinned.