Death of a bachelor

She walked into the bar. It was a tiring day in the factory. And she had worked so hard for her father, especially as he expected a good job out of it. You'd think that trying to own a factory would be easy.  Smiling, she sat down, her handbag resting at the end of the counter. " I'm exhausted." she muttered to the bartender as she got her usual cup of iced cider. " Owning a factory is harder than you think. I would have quit before now but if  you make promises you gotta keep them." the bartender nodded in agreement as he was cleaning a glass. The music was playing as the ponies got there dates and began to dance. It was on time today and she could at last do her job. Walking over to a stallion she immediately began to drag him to the dancefloor.

He fell in love. He didn't know what to say to this mysterious mare. "Do you love me to death?" she asked. He nodded, not able to speak from the confusion of her arriving here and dancing with him. She put a purple liquid in both cups. However, she put some yellow liquid in her mouth before drinking. He immediately began to drink it quickly until all of a sudden, he began feel dizzy.

" Are you okay?"  she asked him, a confused expretion on her face. He began to breath more heavily.

"Y- yes... I'm f-fine." he stuttered trying to make it less obvious he wasn't okay. She seemed upset and began to cry at the counter even though this was what she wanted.

5 minutes later...

She dragged the body into a basement. Smiling at her good work she began. Slicing through his chest, she began to tear out the ribs, throwing them into a bucket. "VIOLET! GET DOWN HERE NOW!" she yelled, as a purple earth pony  with faded pink tints on her hoofs was coming down the cellar steps.

"What do you want?" she said. She looked at the body with a smile. " All you have to do is get the blood and meat but remember, save the cutie mark." She carved around the flank of the stallion, tearing it off of him. "Mabey I should do this and you will get 'em. And we can 'play' with them."  she exclaimed "all you have to do is knock them out. We could give them our special cupcakes."

"Anyway I love dancing with them but I could give them the muffin instead, I mean, just  for a gift." she Answered  as she walked upstairs.

"Perfect" she replied.