Pinkie's Abusive Past

Pinkie doesn't seem right in her family. They're all darker colors, while she's bright and smiley. This story goes so far back, I don't think her family knows it anymore. Pinkie doesn't talk about it.

Pinkie was 3 years old. She could talk, but couldn't pronounce words correctly. She could walk, but she'd go into a stumble and hurt herself. She could cry, she could cry. Pinkie woke up in the middle of the night from a bad dream she had. "Aaaaaah! Mommyyyyyy!!!" She cried out, wanting her mom to come and hold her. Pinkie's mom ran into the room, and held her daughter close. "Ssh, it's okay Pinkie.". Her mom' name was Caring Givver. Givver was one of the kindest souls ever. "What was your dream about?" Caring said, caressing her daughter's mane. "It was dabby... He was huwting me.". Caring sighed, put Pinkie on her bed, tucked her in, and told her to get some rest. Pinkie couldn't sleep that night. She just lied there, and listened. Before she fell into the gentle touch of sleep, she heard something from down the hall. "Worthless bitch! Why do you care for that little accidental fuck?" Pinkie got up, and walked into the hall. Nothing. It must have come from her parent' room. She walked up to the door, and pressed her ear against it. "You should KILL yourself, you skank! All you are good for is food and sex!" Pinkie leaned in closer. She heard a creaking noise. "Did I do dat?" She whispered.

She heard loud thumps come closer to the door. The door opened. Her father, Doug Party, stood there. He was big, or at least to Pinkie he was, "What are you doing out of your bed, young lady?!" He was angry, more so than usual. "I... I'm soww-" She was interupted by a kick that launched her small body back onto the wall. "Owwwwww! Dabby huwt me, mommy!" Doug turned his head to Caring with an evil look in the eye. "Go ahead, save your little princess. I know you would LOVE to do that. I dare you. Go ahead, you fucker!" Pinkie was bawling on the floor. Doug walked over to the filly on the floor. "Shut your little mouth, you worthless whore of a daughter!" He then bit Pinkie hard to pick her up, which caused her to scream in pain, and threw her into the bedroom and locked the door.

"Ready for some... Fun? Because both of you are going to be my playthings for as long as I please." Caring started crying, too. "You bastard!" She cried out, picking up her daughter, who had a bleeding bite mark on her neck. Doug jumped onto the bed, swatted Pinkie off of the bed, and began beating his wife. Doug was speaking in between punches. "You. Don't. Talk. To. Me. That. Way!" Pinkie was witnessing her mother becoming a weak and powerless animal. Her dad then bit hard onto Caring's neck, causing blood to leak onto her blue coat, and Doug' teeth. He released his bite, and turned towards Pinkie.

"No! Leave her alone! She's only 3!" Caring shouted. "Unless you want more punishment, I suggest you shut the fuck up!" He grabbed Pinkie with his hooves, and began to squeeze her. A crack was heard, and Pinkie was trying to cry, but without air, it was difficult. "Mommy! Hewp meeee!" Caring got up, and tried to stop Doug. Becoming more enraged, Doug dropped Pinkie and began beating Caring again. "Pinkie! Run, now!". Pinkie dragged herself to the door. She realised she wouldn't be able to reach it with her hurt legs. "Where you goin' bitch?" Pinkie heard Doug say. Pinkie was picked up, and thrown onto the bed, where Caring was.

"I've had ENOUGH of the both of you!" Doug said, bashing both of their faces in. Pinkie and Caring's faces were bruised and broken. Doug grabbed Pinkie, and began fucking her flailing body furiously. Caring shrieked, and punched Doug in the face. Doug stopped, and turned to Caring. He put his front hooves on the sides of her head, and began pushing in. Caring was screaming for help, as Pinkie fell off the bed. A loud crack was heard, and the screaming stopped. It would've been silence, if not for Pinkie's crying. Doug began raping Caring's lifeless body. Pinkie was crying and screaming, her left front hoof broken. A bang from the front door was heard. "Police! Open up!" Doug panicked, and tried to hide the evidence. He left Pinkie a squirming mess.

Doug opened the door, "What's the problem?" Doug said, in an angry, yet non-suspicious voice. "We got a report from your neighbor, they heard screaming and crying." Said the first officer. "Do you mind if we search the house?" Said the second officer, and Doug nodded.

Several minutes later, the police searched the bedroom. "Oh my Celestia! There's a filly in here!" The officer ran over, and scooped up Pinkie. "What happened to her?" Said the second officer, who couldn't see her. "Her body... It looks almost ALL broken.". "Wait... What's that?" Said the second officer, motioning to the side of the bed. They both walked over, and nearly vomited at the sight. "Celestia NEEDS to know. Go contact Mrs. Velvet!" The second officer nodded, and ran. The first officer took the filly, and showed Doug. Doug gasped. "No! It's not what it-" "We saw your wife. You've got some explainin' to do, sir."

The officer put the not crying, but shaking, filly down on a chair. Doug snuck up behind, and grabbed the officer around the neck. "Aargh!" The officer bucked Doug, and held him down. The officer turned on his radio, and contacted for backup. "Stallions like you make me sick!" Said the officer. When more officers showed up, they grabbed Doug, and hit him a couple times to stun him, and then took him away.

So what became of Pinkie? She was taken to her uncle, Igneous Rock Pie, and aunt, Cloudy Quartz. From then on, she was raised with 3 step sisters, and 2 step parents. Her step parents don't remember the incident, but Pinkie does. If anyone asks her something like, "Why don't you look like your parents?", Pinkie'll just shrug.