"So, um, it wouldn't be too much trouble then?" Fluttershy asked softly, handing a small list of items to an exited pink pony.
"Of course not, I'd love to do a party, no matter who it's for. Besides, I've always wanted to bake some treats for your animal friends. Ooh, speaking of animals, have you seen Vevalon? I heard she's really sick and I want to cheer her up by letting her come over to mine." Pinkie said, leaping up and down with the note tucked behind her ear. An evil grin formed on her face as she planned the decorations and food. Surely a pack of wolves would be easy to cater for, she just needed 'special' cupcakes and something to do with cats, balloons were always a hit with critters so that was an obvious choice.
"She was just outside the Everfree Forest, and she looked perfectly fine to me." the pegasus whispered, a slightly suspicious glare forming on her face when she realised that animals can often be sick and look healthy, especially when close to death. After the bug that had just gone around Ponyville, she wasn't surprised that the little chimera might've caught it. Just before she could ask Pinkie about the illness her beloved cat might have been cursed with, the hyperactive mare ran off into the distance.
Quiet snoring could be heard among the treetops, leaves rustling and blowing gently in the wind. Pinkie trotted up to a large oak, as it was the one where the soft murmurs could be heard best. Small, round hooves rammed against it, causing the tree to shudder and a large object to fall with a screech.
"Pinkie... What was that for?" A small voice groaned as a paw ran over the bump on her head. She stood up, crawling out of the small bush she landed in before shaking off all the leaves and twigs with a confused look mixed with a playful smile.
"Oh, I'm sorry Vern. I was looking for you and I thought you were Dashie, you know how she can be around trees when she's got nothing to do." Pinkie chirped, brushing off the remaining objects and pulling off the berries that had become embedded in her fur. The mare beckoned for the chimera to follow her to Sugarcube Corner, saying it was really important. To her surprise, the feline stepped aside her without a word and tilted her head with a small nudge and the words
"Let's go, I'm right behind you." floated out of her mouth as her tail curled around her slender legs. Pinkie squealed in delight, racing off with the cat on her tail. A short time later, the door flung open and a flash of pink zipped through it, followed by a black, white and cyan object. They stood still for a while, panting before walking into the kitchen with an uproar of laughter.
"So what was this 'dire emergency' that I need to help you with?" Vevalon questioned, her ears flopping as her head tilted left.
"I need you to try this cupcake, Fluttershy is having a party with some wolves and I need to know if this tastes good enough for a carnivore. It has some fish in it." Pinkie said, sounding unnaturally fearful. There was something off with the way she was shoving a meat-filled cupcake into her friends face when there could be regular food, Vern doubted that wolves only ate meat she had seen many eat berries and nuts. She gently picked it up from the female's hoof and bit into it. A smile formed into a dreamy smirk as Pinkie asked her
"So... How was it?" The answer was a couple of mumbles and inaudible words before Vevalon started to sag, her legs wobbled and she collapsed, the room spinning and fading in and out of vision. She looked up to see a grinning pink blob as everything around her constantly changed colours, flashing white, black, pink, blue, green and more until her eyes closed and she was slumped in an uncomfortable position on the floor.
"Pink and perfect." Pinkie Pie chuckled, wrapping ropes around her victim's neck and dragging her down with a loud thump with every step.
"Urgh... Uh... Where, where am I?" Vern groaned, attempting to rub her head which, somehow, had become even more sore in what had seemed like 10 minutes. She let out a confused "hmm" when her paw refused to move an inch, her head was turned to it, she gasped in horror to see that it was bound with mouldy, yet strong, leather.
"Finally, you're awake!" a familiarly chirpy voice echoed from somewhere in the dark room.
"Pinkie? What's going on? I-I can't move!" she choked, voice laden in fear as she writhed in the shackles, bending her wings that were laid flat against a wooden board.
"We're making cupcakes! That's what's going on you silly kitty, and it's obvious you cannot move, you saw the leather straps." a switch could be heard as a light flickered on. Pinkie stepped out of the shadows with a tray covered with a blood-stained cloth, a soft clicking sound as unicorn horns rammed into one another, flapping sounds from the wings and a cringe-worthy squeaking from the wheels. Vern reeled in horror when she saw a familiar sky-blue pair of wings on the pink pony's back.
"You- lied to me! You said you were looking for Dash when YOU had killed her!" the feline screamed, unsheathing her claws in frustration, realising that one of her best friends was dead.
"Nice detective work, want a treat for that trick?" Pinkie chuckled menacingly before a glob of saliva landed on her muzzle. She smiled in amusement before slapping the chimera with the spit that she fired at her captor. Her hooves clamped around the females mouth as she explained the situation, stating how wolves and dogs hate cats and that cat-filled cupcakes would be satisfactory. Opal wouldn't last very long, or make many cakes. A few minutes of exposition later, a chain was wrapped around the prisoners' mouth. She walked to the right of the board that the female was on, grinning with an evil glint in her eye. A loud clink sound could be heard as a bigger lever was pulled, small beams of light fading into action. The mare stood back, letting her guest observe her accommodations, her grin getting bigger with every horrified face she was shown. Floating entrails, painted skulls, bone furniture and blood all over the floor, it was too much until she saw a rainbow. Laughter encased the room as Pinkie picked up the life-size doll and progressed towards Vern, the wide, bloodshot eyes, stubs for wings, a hole for her cutie mark and her mouth open in an eternal, silent, agonized scream.
She threw up, just as Pinkie expected, things were shaping out well. The look of disgust as tiny streams of sick dribbled down the females face and supposedly back down her throat due to the muzzle. Soft hoofsteps were audible as the mare paced around her victim, pulling a list from her cotton-candy mane and picking out the most fun one when she saw "frosting".
"Hey Vevalon, you know cupcake frosting? It tastes nice, but I bet CUMcake frosting would be even better!" Pinkie chirped, placing the parchment on the table and retrieving a blue dildo. She sometimes liked to rape her victims, males especially as she needed the hormones to produce her own semen. Another click, followed by loud, rusty whirring signalled the movement of the separate wall sliding into a bed position. A hoof rubbed the cyan fur around the chimeras vagina, slapping it and enjoying the look of pain on her face, Vern looked at the mare who stood before her, barely recognising her bubbly, joyful friend as she put the plastic penis in position. With a triumphant yell covering a faint screech, the deed had been done, Pinkie thrust up and down, left and right in an attempt to get her precum going. The stench of the organism filled the air as the liquid trickled down the board. Enjoying this sensation, a 69 position was made but before she could try to ejaculate again, a leather strap broke and blood came from a large scratch on Pinkies' ass down to her pussy, knocking the dildo into Vern's "O" shaped mouth. It was shoved in deeper by a pink vagina and shuddering as the mare let go, liquid flying out of tiny gaps in the chimeras mouth. The cream mixed with carmine blood as it dribbled into small buckets at the sides of the planks.
Her free paw twisted over to reach the other, only for a hammer to slam onto it's edges, making it go limp in shock.
"Hmm, you're very strong, even though those straps were old, they were laced with iron. Oh well, I can do something which always brings out the best reactions!" Pinkie squealed, racing over to a box of hot coals with large, bloodstained nails left in there to heat up.
"Pinkie... Pinkie, no. Please don't" Vern begged, tears forming in her eyes as one sharp spike was embedded in her fur, burning her flesh with it's searing heat. A loud clang emphasized the force that the candy mare used, repeated again and again until all four paws were safely restrained by red-hot pokers through her bones and covered in bountiful rivers of crimson.
"Gilda managed to take 1500 volts, but because you're smaller, and you're my friend, I'm gonna use 1250 volts instead!" a joyful voice cackled from the right as small wires were wrapped around the nails. Vern's face screamed fear, anger, sorrow and confusion as to why she was going to be stuffed with over a thousand volts of electricity.
"Oh, how rude of me, I need you alive for the last stages, so I have an injection for you to keep you from dying of blood and structure loss." Pinkie chirped before pulling the lever and watching as the feline's fur stood on end, warm fluid leaking from between her legs and her pupils constantly grew and shrank before her eyes closed. A few seconds later, the electricity was turned off, powering down and stopping the pain it inflicted on it's victim. Pinkie trotted towards the smoking cat and pulled out the nails, using a hole to insert the chemical into her system, a second needle was plunged into her heart, pumping adrenaline through her veins and waking up the fainted she-cat.
"Not long to go now, I just need the filling and a special balloon." the party planner notified her half-awake friend, patting her shoulder in a mockingly kind manner. A small knife was taken from the table, more blood trickled from her stomach but Vern didn't seem to care. She was going to die soon, possibly in a painful fashion, but what about the "last stages?" was it this or more? Suddenly, she snapped back into reality, Pinkie was making an incision vertically down from her throat to her pelvis. Her paws curled in disgust at the sound of her flesh getting pulled and flopping around as the knife dug into something.
"Hehehe, I'm sorry kitty, but something tells me you won't have the stomach for all these puns, so I took it out for you!" the mare giggled, lifting up a bag of slimy skin, she dangled it over one of the cum-buckets and squeezed it like a balloon she wanted to pop. Vevalon pretended to throw up, and zoned out, ignoring all of Pinkie's puns, she remembered all the good times she had with the ponies in Ponyville, how they greeted her with welcoming smiles and treated her like a pony. This carried of for a while until she felt.. flat. All the contents inside her was gone, and there was nothing left but flesh and... steak?
String was placed around every joint, tied as tight as possible except her neck. A round object was placed inside her mouth, leading to Pinkie again, this time, it was attached to a helium tank, which she had already set to work on turning the valve. Alas, a hiss was heard, the female's belly expanding rapidly, getting held back by the strings on her other limbs, the pain was unbearable but the swelling carried on until she was only just recognisable. An ointment was rubbed on her paws and legs, causing them to inflate to near-bursting along with her body, Pinkie Pie tugged on the strings, bringing her down and allowing access to the balloons face. She pulled out the hose and shoved a cork down her throat before pulling her face into a happy smile. Before the deed was done, holes were drilled into the bones of her wings, inflated just like the rest of her body and stitched up. The buckets were taken away as Pinkie trotted up the stairs to bake the cupcakes and finish off the sandwiches before having a good nights rest.
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A picnic was set up, cakes, buns, chocolates and more treats were placed neatly in position on a large tartan blanket. There was a separate one for the wolves, black with cupcakes that had small chunks sticking out of it, showing the extra meat and a large chimera balloon. Fluttershy gasped in awe at the balloon, and how much it looked like Vern, she stroked it carefully before chatting to Pinkie for a while as they waited for the wolves. Eventually, they arrived looking exited for their first meeting with Fluttershy, speaking their own language and teaching the two before welcoming them into the pack. After a while, they had completed their discussion and ate, watching the pups bat the strange, floating object around until one smelt the meat inside and bit a leg. Another bit the tail, this carried on until they'd burst every part of it, and were eating the steak joyfully.
"It was a real shame Vevalon wasn't alive to see this, they would've gotten along so well." the cream mare whispered, looking into the sky as Pinkie wrapped her hoof around her.
"I'm sure she died peacefully and happily." Pinkie muttered, smirking slightly.
