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After a few seconds, Honeydew’s eye widened at realizing those lyrics were wrong.

With a mother’s gentle touch, Berry placed Honeydew on the rollers and began to slowly push her back.

“No—no—please! PLEASE! Oh please, please, please, I’s don’t wanna—don’t—wanna die! I’s… don’t…” As Honeydew’s pleas gurgled into indiscernible sobs, the machine reactivated.

Berry’s puckered lips went limp and her caring face turned stale. At this point, it was nothing more to her than the killing of pesky insects. She mumbled. “If the screams of her dying extra slow won’t force them out, the wailing foals will give them away.”

Upon hearing that, Honeydew’s lips quivered and tears poured from her blue-green eyes. Begging was not going to save her. She felt the the hair to her red tail coil and split, shredding under the churning screws. She screamed in the highest pitch, making sure everypony as far as possible could hear and Piña on the side rammed her hooves in her ears to try blocking it out.

The first pain Honeydew felt was the tightening, coiling tug of her hair at the flank as her tail went under. She couldn’t die, just couldn’t, she wasn’t ready. Honeydew tried using her magic in-between sobbing screams, but in her state of panic, she couldn’t focus enough as her horn fizzled and glowed. Her right leg was ground and split under the coils of semi-sharp blades as her left leg was pumped and compressed by rollers till it buckled into a squeezing pop like a pressurized cork bottle. At feeling a leg go under and the other turning into splitting strings, she wailed and frantically scrapped her front hooves to get away.

Her flank caught the middle where one set of blades and rollers met, her right cutie markless cheek subject to buzzing and flinging into pieces as her left cheek was broken and twisted like pasty, maroon flour. Her body convulsed, and her hooves weren’t running on the rollers anymore, but up in the air. She continued screaming, feeling each side of her body churn, grind, and flatten. Stomach pains she never could imagine were flaring, heart pumping blood rapidly out of her disgorging body, skin peeling back in many places to reveal red and pink muscle fibers unstitching as intestines were entangled on the right side. The left of her chest felt as if kidney, lung, and everything in between were kneaded together like frothing, bloody doe before mixing as one red jelly mass upon the rollers.

Honeydew’s horn was still sparking and blinking even as her shoulders were forced apart under heavy cracking, her screams turning into gurgling spurts as warm blood pumped up through her esophagus and filled her mouth with metallic taste. If she had a stomach left, she would have vomited. The rolling pin and screws battled for dominance over her head until it finally flopped in favor of the rollers. Berry Punch shut an eye and turned away as the filly’s head was squeezed till it burst like a water balloon, flicking blood across Berry’s face.

Berry Punch looked again as the glow in Honeydew’s horn finally died out and it disappeared to follow the rest. Berry nonchalantly picked up a bottle of whiskey and took a few gulps as she looked at the finishing carnage. She turned. “Huh. They probably aren’t nearby.”

Piña was still on the side of the machine, face buried in her arms and legs. “I hate you.”

“What?”

Piña look up. Tears were cupping in her eyelids and ready to roll down her cheeks. “I—hate—you.” She stood up and yelled. “I hate you! I HATE YOU! I hate my own sister!” Piña walked up to Berry and punched her in the leg before falling to the ground and breaking down into a whimpering bawl.

Berry Punch fought back tears of her own, failing to control them anymore. Seeing her little sister like this reminded her of all the good memories they had. She turned to a Changeling. “You, change into Piña Colada.” She grabbed her sister, pulled her up, and slammed her back into the side of the machine. She raised a hoof to punch her hard in the face, yelling rapidly, “Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, Piña!” and she jabbed the wall of the machine, just clipping her right ear.

When the Changeling finished its transformation, Berry Punch hoarsely screamed as she threw Piña on the ground and instead picked up the mirrored visage of her little sister and punched her in the face repeatedly, stamping her hooves on copy Piña’s neck with the unbound rage of an animal. Piña watched herself get pulverized, blood coughing up as her doppelgänger curled into a defensive ball. Piña winced at the sound of crunching bones, hearing her own voice create a blood-frothed squeak for mercy.

Berry picked up the bloody and bone-broken Piña and shoved her face into that of her sister. “Do you know how much I have to fight myself not to do this to you?” She slammed the beaten Piña face-first into the upper part of one of the rolling pins, light pink legs kicking and flailing in protest as her tail was tangled in the rollers. Blood sputtered and kicked up from the face that was being over-polished to the bone. Berry turned back and with a war shout bucked the filly in half, forcing the body to fold in on itself before going into the machine.

She grabbed the awestruck Piña Colada who just watched her older sister take her anger out on her own likeness. She gasped as Berry picked her up and hit her against the side of the machine again. The filly looked into Berry’s truthful, bloodshot eyes and blood-freckled face. “I love you so much, Piña Colada! I love you and I love Pinchy. I loved Mom and Dad, I lo…” she stumbled, unable to even speak her husband’s name.

Berry curled her lips and clenched, “You don’t know hate.” She whispered, “You don’t know how much I hate Queen Chrysalis.” She looked to the ground and picked up her bottle of whiskey. She pressed her front left hoof on Piña’s chest and her hind left hoof on her tail.

Piña curled her lips. “No! No, no, no…”

“A little filly isn’t drinking enough I see. What did you do with the bottle you were supposed to have before we got here, hmm?”

She tried getting the bottle into her mouth but Piña was twisting her head and raking her front hooves in an air-empty gallop to make it as difficult as possible. Piña finally grabbed the bottle and smashed it on the side of the machine, its contents drooling down like dark ichor, staining it. With a hard tug and a lot of pain, Piña yanked her tail out from her sister’s hoof and started running into the forest.

Ruby Pinch’s horn glowed and she put on an twisted grin but Berry put her arm in the way. “Let her go.”

“Huh? But, but what if she tells!”

Berry twisted her face. “She won’t. She knows what the consequences are if she does.”