Tinker Tinker - I see youby Ryuku the CreativeChaptersWubbing TortureFirst concert!Visit (Warning I went to some dark places for this one)Wubbing TortureBlood dripped from the wooden chair onto the floor. The sound of whimpers and groans could be heard through the halls. The chair itself creaked as it was rocked back and forth lightly. It's hostage trying desperately to escape from the nails that dug deep into the bones of her arms and legs. She shifted her hips desperately to keep the pain away, unaware that sharp, jagged pieces of glass were embedded down there. Blood leaked out from under her, staining her white coat and trailing down towards her feet. She looked around. Nothing to really see. It was a dark, barely lit place with the only source of light coming from her neon lit outfit. Two blue shaded shoulder pads held in place by straps that covered her nipples yet allowed her nearly C-cup breasts to be visible from nearly all sides. Just between her legs was a pair of stripe panties. In typical fashion the stripes glowed in the dark along with her shoulder pads. She looked ready to host a rave rather than be in a dark room. Despite the ongoing pain she felt, it was nothing compared to the humming. The slow, lustful tone of a mare that she heard but couldn't pinpoint. Was it to the left? The right? Behind her? Where was behind her? She tried to scream out for it to stop but found her throat hurting as waves of loud noises and bass erupted throughout her neck. She quickly stopped when the pain vibrated her brain to the point of migraines. "Give me a moment sheesh you silly filly. I was showing off my new outfit to the readers!" The childish voice shouted from the darkness. "Sheesh and here I thought you be alittle more patient with me. The nerve of some ponies." She continued on before the room lit up completely. Pinkie grabbed the screen and pointed towards the scared pony writhing in pain in her seat. "And here you say the wild and horny Vinyl trying her best to grab my attention. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut I don't swing that way! I like eclairs with cream, not donuts!" Vinyl tried to growl but was met with her head shaking from the intense vibrations once again. "Oh about that. Well you had such a dirty mouth I replaced it with something more kid friendly. Now you can be a wubbing machine for reals!" Pinkie pressed the screen against Vinyl's breasts with glee. "And here we have her two puppies, milky and twisty!" Pinkie slowly rubbed the screen up and down and around her breasts. Multiple occasions of Vinyl's nipples almost popping out occurred but Pinkie loved to tease her readers. She pulled the screen away and placed it by the door. For a split second Pinkie's face was visible. A small scar across her right cheek. Her huge cleavage covered by a tight apron that made her breasts spill out slightly from the opening at the top and the sides. She turns her back towards the screen and walks over to the helpless Vinyl. Her bubbly backside swaying side to side with each step. If the reader was avoiding seeing such a sight they would see the leftover remains of her previous victims. Blood covered mares propped up on meat hooks with their limbs sawed off. Blood drained from their bodies and leaving pale carcasses. Fillies laid sprawled out on the floor, most left gaped open with their mouths... "Hey Reader over here!" Pinkie grabs your attention by sitting on Vinyl's lap. Her massive weight pressing the poor mare to the chair, the glass digging deeper into her muscle tissues. Vinyl held back the massive scream she wanted to let out. Her brain was hurting to much and any more screaming might cause her to explode literally. She was too scared to want that to happen, too scared to think straight. "Hey Vinyl you like eclairs right? I mean you probably swallowed big creamy ones alot right?" Pinkie poked at her left strap much to the chagrin of Vinyl. "I mean why else dress like that? Show some professionalism!" Pinkie hopped off of the poor mare and bounced off behind her. All Vinyl could hear was the sound of growling followed by giggling. "Now now, calm down or you'll make her pee herself!" Pinkie chimed. The beast growled again. "Okay okay, be a good boy and you can sleep with me." The beast stopped its growl and let out a happy bark much to Pinkie's excitement. "Good boy, good girl!" Pinkie returned back to the front with a stereo in one hand and some wires in another. She set the stereo down besides Vinyl and hooked one end of the wires into the stereo. The other end, much to Pinkie's excitement was next. But before she performed the next action she grabbed the screen and smiled. "This next part will be a tad bit... messy and we have to keep this story a little clean~" And with that she flipped the screen around so that it was facing the door leading out to the hallway. "Now stay still you big boobied wubbing mare~" Loud wubs erupted from Vinyl and caused the room to shake violently. "Hey! Do you kiss your daddy with those wubs missy?!" Pinkie shouted out. The wubs continued on, drowning out Pinkie and her habits. The loud bass was mixed with techno and eurobeat while it continued on. The beats were so loud that the screen dropped to the floor, cracking on impact around the edges. "Oopsie!" Pinkie rushed over to the screen and picked it off the ground. Turning it around to face her pouting face. "Well that's just great Vinyl. You broke it you big meanie!" First concert!Vinyl finally managed to stop herself from making the awful noises. But the damage was already done for her. A few ribs had broken off, severely scraping her organs. Her lungs felt sore to the point breathing was more of a chore than a habit. Her head constantly pounded, vision blurred and nose bleeding down to her chin. And on the opposite spectrum was Pinkie. Trying her best to fix the fourth wall screen. Doing odd things to it that were even too much for Pinkie. Vinyl sat their crying as she watched Pinkie press her breasts against the screen to fix the cracks. Before alternating to rubbing her plot against it. "Oh come on already! I saw this a million times on tv! This should have worked!!!" Pinkie screamed out. In a fit of frustration she walked over to Vinyl and plopped herself down on the poor mare's lap. "You know it should work two right?" Pinkie asked her in a cutely innocent way. "I saw another version of me do this before. Lucky pink mare!" Pinkie laid herself across the nearly broken mare with a smile on her face and a giggle. "Oh yeah, sorry about the stereo wires going up the back end. If they went in the front end they would have gotten wet and sticky!" Grabbing the screen and putting it into view, Pinkie continued to smile as she directed the screen towards Vinyl. "You know Vinyl, you still need to perform for me and well I am getting excited so..... I have the perfect idea!" Pinkie screamed out as she hopped off and walked over to the door, screen in hand. "Now viewers I'm sorry but this next part is more private than I first thought. Heheh the ideas I have and all so you guys wait outside. This will only take a chapter and then I'll let you back in." Pinkie placed the screen on a nearby chair outside the room and slammed the door shut. What happens next, though not seen could be heard loud enough. "Hey, hey! Were you trying to escape from your chair?!" The sound of a chair tumbling over and footsteps could be heard. "No one escapes Pinkie!!!" Pinkie shouts, the sound of her bouncing about filling the room followed by loud, earthquake-like wubs. "Oh I see wanna play rough?!" Someone gets tackled to the floor followed by the chair being thrown against the door and breaking into pieces. Grunts, moans and wubs continue on repeatedly for minutes. Small dripping sounds are soon countered by louder wubs. As if something large was shoved into her. "Hold still! This this is heavy!" Pinkie shouts as she revs up the engine to what sounds like a chainsaw being muffled out. Vinyl's loud wubbing grew louder and louder. Blood could be seen pouring from under the door. "This is the first concert missy! Keep it up! Keep it all up! You and me are gonna be one by the end of this~" Pinkie could be heard as the sound of flesh being tore open could be heard. "A combination of you and me... how romantic~" Visit (Warning I went to some dark places for this one)Author's Note Guessing it might not be too dark to some ponies but still had to put the odd warning in the title. Visit (Warning I went to some dark places for this one) "Tra-la-la-la-LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Pinkie's singing could be heard echoing down the hall leading to a double metal door. Though all that could be seen were patches of white that tore to reveal pink and the dull walls as they passed by. As the door inched closer and closer to Pinkie, the sound of muffled crying could be heard on the opposite end. The sound of ponies losing hope or the sound of ponies in pain. Either way Pinkie's voice never wavered. She continued singing until she reached the door with a hearty bounce of glee. Removing the screen from her side, she pulled it up close enough for the top half to show. She wore Vinyl's head like a hoodie. Hollowing it out and leaving the horn and mane intact. The muzzle was cut off, making room for her own muzzle without making it uncomfortable or itchy to her nose. The neck fur of vinyl was shaped like a collar. With four thin fur pieces acting as straps for the top that was made from Vinyl's chest. Anything past the breast area was completely invisible to the screen and to Pinkie, she was perfectly fine with it. Leave certain things to the imagination as she always thought. "Now Mr. Screen I know that you didn't get to see Vinyl after her uhm... uh, what's the word?" She asked herself. Cupping her chin in a thinking manner as she swayed her blood covered breasts slightly left and right. "Oh right! Makeover! That's the word. But she is still alive. Uhm kinda. But alive!" Pinkie pressed herself against the door and listened for what seemed like minutes of crying, begging, intense agony and heads banging against the door. "Ah the sound of little ponies ready to meet their Aunt Pinkie! I can't wait to sing them a song and do other things too." She giggled. "But first. I do have to get their treat -" She reached between her boobs and wiggled her arm around. "Where is it?" A honking sound could be heard. "Nope." The sound of something vibrating could be heard. "Oooh!!! Okay too low!" The sound quickly faded after that. "Aha!" Pinkie pulled her arm out and with giddy glee held her arm high with a box of dog treats. "You know Mr. Screen. It took me about one year, three months, three weeks, six days, twenty-three hours, nine minutes, ten seconds, and eight milliseconds to teach them how to eat these things." She slowly opened the door before stopping halfway and grinning to the screen. "Had to force them off of breast milk after all." Pinkie opened the door fully and announced herself with a loud. "I'M HERE BABIES!" The remaining, barely alive fillies and colts looked towards the door. Barely able to see much less hear her. But when they saw the blurry pink thing bounce around and toss dog treats at them they knew who it was. The crying stopped for now but the decayed fillies and colts barely managed to see the treats. Or smell the bacon flavor coming off of them. They had been in that room for a long, long time and from the looks of them, Pinkie barely fed them anything. Well not entirely true. Pinkie was a baker after all. "Okay I think I can explain this next part but I mean if it's too much or you have weak stomachs or... whatever screens have then leave now or forever puke in peace." Pinkie proudly announced to the screen. She then pointed over to the left corner of the room. A tray of half eaten red cupcakes could be seen. The frosting licked off but the actual cupcakes were barely eaten. Most were knocked over or smashed into the floor. "I slave over a hot oven and rotten remains to make these poor babies the best cupcakes I can make. And what do they do?! Just eat the frosting! JUST THE FROSTING!" Pinkie pressed herself against the open door with her hips pushed out. The fur she tore off of Vinyl's legs and thighs acting as a mini skirt and stockings. From the slight angle she was posing it was clear that Pinkie was bare underneath. Nothing covering between her legs in typical Pinkie fashion. "I mean yeah the frosting is made from special liquids and all but come on!" She pushed herself off the door and grabbed the nearest stallion that was inching close to her. And fortunately for her it was Featherweight. His appearance was horrible to say the least. Months without real food made him the boniest of the fillies and colts trap there. His skinny limbs were practically skin tight around his bones. One eye was worse than the others. Even up close, seeing Pinkie in Vinyl's skin was still hard to see. He smelled of puke and spit that did not come from his own body. His fur matted and mane disheveled. When he opened his mouth to breathe a faint view of rotted teeth were there. Tongue dry and brittle. No wonder they only ate the frosting. "Aww! How is my sweet Feathy doing?" She asked him. Featherweight gave a barely audible "F-fine." Pinkie didn't seem to mind it however. She gave the poor colt a big hug without caring about his physical health. Her strength alone could snap his neck and end him quickly but he managed to hold on to life. His head sinking between the fur that covered her soft breasts. To him the fur was better and more comfortable than the corpse he was sleeping on for days. He could close his eyes and die right there with a small smile. But Pinkie had other plans however. She put the colt down and hopped over to four fillies in the back. "And how are you four doing? Playing nice?" Three of the fillies didn't speak and the fourth couldn't speak at all. Or blink. Or move. Or breathe. The three fillies, from what Pinkie could see were trying to make the corpse of the fourth filly look pretty. "Awww this is so cute!" Pinkie yelled out happily as she picked up the corpse in her hands. "You guys can be so adorable sometimes." In typical Pinkie fashion, she tossed the filly into the wall and walks over to the door. "You know. Vinyl will likely need new friends and I can't always be around. I mean I still have others to attend to all over Equestria. SO! You all will help Vinyl have a big smile on her face and if you do good. I'll give you all a very special treat!" Meanwhile in the previous room, Vinyl painfully inched herself closer to the door. Inches from freedom! Every crawl was like being burned alive. Her exposed muscle tissue and nerves scraped against the brittle, dirty floor. She clenched her teeth to ignore the dreaded pain. Now a few more crawls and... "HEY!!!" Vinyl's swollen eyes instantly caught the sight of something running towards her. Running towards the door. "No..." Something pink. "No!" Something jiggly. "No!!" Something angry. "NO!!!" Pinkie lunged into the air and twisted herself mid jump. Her bubbly backside aimed at Vinyl's head, coming down with a hard thud sound. Vinyl's faint vision of freedom turned to darkness in a matter of seconds. "NO!!!!!"
Wubbing TortureBlood dripped from the wooden chair onto the floor. The sound of whimpers and groans could be heard through the halls. The chair itself creaked as it was rocked back and forth lightly. It's hostage trying desperately to escape from the nails that dug deep into the bones of her arms and legs. She shifted her hips desperately to keep the pain away, unaware that sharp, jagged pieces of glass were embedded down there. Blood leaked out from under her, staining her white coat and trailing down towards her feet. She looked around. Nothing to really see. It was a dark, barely lit place with the only source of light coming from her neon lit outfit. Two blue shaded shoulder pads held in place by straps that covered her nipples yet allowed her nearly C-cup breasts to be visible from nearly all sides. Just between her legs was a pair of stripe panties. In typical fashion the stripes glowed in the dark along with her shoulder pads. She looked ready to host a rave rather than be in a dark room. Despite the ongoing pain she felt, it was nothing compared to the humming. The slow, lustful tone of a mare that she heard but couldn't pinpoint. Was it to the left? The right? Behind her? Where was behind her? She tried to scream out for it to stop but found her throat hurting as waves of loud noises and bass erupted throughout her neck. She quickly stopped when the pain vibrated her brain to the point of migraines. "Give me a moment sheesh you silly filly. I was showing off my new outfit to the readers!" The childish voice shouted from the darkness. "Sheesh and here I thought you be alittle more patient with me. The nerve of some ponies." She continued on before the room lit up completely. Pinkie grabbed the screen and pointed towards the scared pony writhing in pain in her seat. "And here you say the wild and horny Vinyl trying her best to grab my attention. Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut I don't swing that way! I like eclairs with cream, not donuts!" Vinyl tried to growl but was met with her head shaking from the intense vibrations once again. "Oh about that. Well you had such a dirty mouth I replaced it with something more kid friendly. Now you can be a wubbing machine for reals!" Pinkie pressed the screen against Vinyl's breasts with glee. "And here we have her two puppies, milky and twisty!" Pinkie slowly rubbed the screen up and down and around her breasts. Multiple occasions of Vinyl's nipples almost popping out occurred but Pinkie loved to tease her readers. She pulled the screen away and placed it by the door. For a split second Pinkie's face was visible. A small scar across her right cheek. Her huge cleavage covered by a tight apron that made her breasts spill out slightly from the opening at the top and the sides. She turns her back towards the screen and walks over to the helpless Vinyl. Her bubbly backside swaying side to side with each step. If the reader was avoiding seeing such a sight they would see the leftover remains of her previous victims. Blood covered mares propped up on meat hooks with their limbs sawed off. Blood drained from their bodies and leaving pale carcasses. Fillies laid sprawled out on the floor, most left gaped open with their mouths... "Hey Reader over here!" Pinkie grabs your attention by sitting on Vinyl's lap. Her massive weight pressing the poor mare to the chair, the glass digging deeper into her muscle tissues. Vinyl held back the massive scream she wanted to let out. Her brain was hurting to much and any more screaming might cause her to explode literally. She was too scared to want that to happen, too scared to think straight. "Hey Vinyl you like eclairs right? I mean you probably swallowed big creamy ones alot right?" Pinkie poked at her left strap much to the chagrin of Vinyl. "I mean why else dress like that? Show some professionalism!" Pinkie hopped off of the poor mare and bounced off behind her. All Vinyl could hear was the sound of growling followed by giggling. "Now now, calm down or you'll make her pee herself!" Pinkie chimed. The beast growled again. "Okay okay, be a good boy and you can sleep with me." The beast stopped its growl and let out a happy bark much to Pinkie's excitement. "Good boy, good girl!" Pinkie returned back to the front with a stereo in one hand and some wires in another. She set the stereo down besides Vinyl and hooked one end of the wires into the stereo. The other end, much to Pinkie's excitement was next. But before she performed the next action she grabbed the screen and smiled. "This next part will be a tad bit... messy and we have to keep this story a little clean~" And with that she flipped the screen around so that it was facing the door leading out to the hallway. "Now stay still you big boobied wubbing mare~" Loud wubs erupted from Vinyl and caused the room to shake violently. "Hey! Do you kiss your daddy with those wubs missy?!" Pinkie shouted out. The wubs continued on, drowning out Pinkie and her habits. The loud bass was mixed with techno and eurobeat while it continued on. The beats were so loud that the screen dropped to the floor, cracking on impact around the edges. "Oopsie!" Pinkie rushed over to the screen and picked it off the ground. Turning it around to face her pouting face. "Well that's just great Vinyl. You broke it you big meanie!"
First concert!Vinyl finally managed to stop herself from making the awful noises. But the damage was already done for her. A few ribs had broken off, severely scraping her organs. Her lungs felt sore to the point breathing was more of a chore than a habit. Her head constantly pounded, vision blurred and nose bleeding down to her chin. And on the opposite spectrum was Pinkie. Trying her best to fix the fourth wall screen. Doing odd things to it that were even too much for Pinkie. Vinyl sat their crying as she watched Pinkie press her breasts against the screen to fix the cracks. Before alternating to rubbing her plot against it. "Oh come on already! I saw this a million times on tv! This should have worked!!!" Pinkie screamed out. In a fit of frustration she walked over to Vinyl and plopped herself down on the poor mare's lap. "You know it should work two right?" Pinkie asked her in a cutely innocent way. "I saw another version of me do this before. Lucky pink mare!" Pinkie laid herself across the nearly broken mare with a smile on her face and a giggle. "Oh yeah, sorry about the stereo wires going up the back end. If they went in the front end they would have gotten wet and sticky!" Grabbing the screen and putting it into view, Pinkie continued to smile as she directed the screen towards Vinyl. "You know Vinyl, you still need to perform for me and well I am getting excited so..... I have the perfect idea!" Pinkie screamed out as she hopped off and walked over to the door, screen in hand. "Now viewers I'm sorry but this next part is more private than I first thought. Heheh the ideas I have and all so you guys wait outside. This will only take a chapter and then I'll let you back in." Pinkie placed the screen on a nearby chair outside the room and slammed the door shut. What happens next, though not seen could be heard loud enough. "Hey, hey! Were you trying to escape from your chair?!" The sound of a chair tumbling over and footsteps could be heard. "No one escapes Pinkie!!!" Pinkie shouts, the sound of her bouncing about filling the room followed by loud, earthquake-like wubs. "Oh I see wanna play rough?!" Someone gets tackled to the floor followed by the chair being thrown against the door and breaking into pieces. Grunts, moans and wubs continue on repeatedly for minutes. Small dripping sounds are soon countered by louder wubs. As if something large was shoved into her. "Hold still! This this is heavy!" Pinkie shouts as she revs up the engine to what sounds like a chainsaw being muffled out. Vinyl's loud wubbing grew louder and louder. Blood could be seen pouring from under the door. "This is the first concert missy! Keep it up! Keep it all up! You and me are gonna be one by the end of this~" Pinkie could be heard as the sound of flesh being tore open could be heard. "A combination of you and me... how romantic~"
Visit (Warning I went to some dark places for this one)Author's Note Guessing it might not be too dark to some ponies but still had to put the odd warning in the title. Visit (Warning I went to some dark places for this one) "Tra-la-la-la-LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Pinkie's singing could be heard echoing down the hall leading to a double metal door. Though all that could be seen were patches of white that tore to reveal pink and the dull walls as they passed by. As the door inched closer and closer to Pinkie, the sound of muffled crying could be heard on the opposite end. The sound of ponies losing hope or the sound of ponies in pain. Either way Pinkie's voice never wavered. She continued singing until she reached the door with a hearty bounce of glee. Removing the screen from her side, she pulled it up close enough for the top half to show. She wore Vinyl's head like a hoodie. Hollowing it out and leaving the horn and mane intact. The muzzle was cut off, making room for her own muzzle without making it uncomfortable or itchy to her nose. The neck fur of vinyl was shaped like a collar. With four thin fur pieces acting as straps for the top that was made from Vinyl's chest. Anything past the breast area was completely invisible to the screen and to Pinkie, she was perfectly fine with it. Leave certain things to the imagination as she always thought. "Now Mr. Screen I know that you didn't get to see Vinyl after her uhm... uh, what's the word?" She asked herself. Cupping her chin in a thinking manner as she swayed her blood covered breasts slightly left and right. "Oh right! Makeover! That's the word. But she is still alive. Uhm kinda. But alive!" Pinkie pressed herself against the door and listened for what seemed like minutes of crying, begging, intense agony and heads banging against the door. "Ah the sound of little ponies ready to meet their Aunt Pinkie! I can't wait to sing them a song and do other things too." She giggled. "But first. I do have to get their treat -" She reached between her boobs and wiggled her arm around. "Where is it?" A honking sound could be heard. "Nope." The sound of something vibrating could be heard. "Oooh!!! Okay too low!" The sound quickly faded after that. "Aha!" Pinkie pulled her arm out and with giddy glee held her arm high with a box of dog treats. "You know Mr. Screen. It took me about one year, three months, three weeks, six days, twenty-three hours, nine minutes, ten seconds, and eight milliseconds to teach them how to eat these things." She slowly opened the door before stopping halfway and grinning to the screen. "Had to force them off of breast milk after all." Pinkie opened the door fully and announced herself with a loud. "I'M HERE BABIES!" The remaining, barely alive fillies and colts looked towards the door. Barely able to see much less hear her. But when they saw the blurry pink thing bounce around and toss dog treats at them they knew who it was. The crying stopped for now but the decayed fillies and colts barely managed to see the treats. Or smell the bacon flavor coming off of them. They had been in that room for a long, long time and from the looks of them, Pinkie barely fed them anything. Well not entirely true. Pinkie was a baker after all. "Okay I think I can explain this next part but I mean if it's too much or you have weak stomachs or... whatever screens have then leave now or forever puke in peace." Pinkie proudly announced to the screen. She then pointed over to the left corner of the room. A tray of half eaten red cupcakes could be seen. The frosting licked off but the actual cupcakes were barely eaten. Most were knocked over or smashed into the floor. "I slave over a hot oven and rotten remains to make these poor babies the best cupcakes I can make. And what do they do?! Just eat the frosting! JUST THE FROSTING!" Pinkie pressed herself against the open door with her hips pushed out. The fur she tore off of Vinyl's legs and thighs acting as a mini skirt and stockings. From the slight angle she was posing it was clear that Pinkie was bare underneath. Nothing covering between her legs in typical Pinkie fashion. "I mean yeah the frosting is made from special liquids and all but come on!" She pushed herself off the door and grabbed the nearest stallion that was inching close to her. And fortunately for her it was Featherweight. His appearance was horrible to say the least. Months without real food made him the boniest of the fillies and colts trap there. His skinny limbs were practically skin tight around his bones. One eye was worse than the others. Even up close, seeing Pinkie in Vinyl's skin was still hard to see. He smelled of puke and spit that did not come from his own body. His fur matted and mane disheveled. When he opened his mouth to breathe a faint view of rotted teeth were there. Tongue dry and brittle. No wonder they only ate the frosting. "Aww! How is my sweet Feathy doing?" She asked him. Featherweight gave a barely audible "F-fine." Pinkie didn't seem to mind it however. She gave the poor colt a big hug without caring about his physical health. Her strength alone could snap his neck and end him quickly but he managed to hold on to life. His head sinking between the fur that covered her soft breasts. To him the fur was better and more comfortable than the corpse he was sleeping on for days. He could close his eyes and die right there with a small smile. But Pinkie had other plans however. She put the colt down and hopped over to four fillies in the back. "And how are you four doing? Playing nice?" Three of the fillies didn't speak and the fourth couldn't speak at all. Or blink. Or move. Or breathe. The three fillies, from what Pinkie could see were trying to make the corpse of the fourth filly look pretty. "Awww this is so cute!" Pinkie yelled out happily as she picked up the corpse in her hands. "You guys can be so adorable sometimes." In typical Pinkie fashion, she tossed the filly into the wall and walks over to the door. "You know. Vinyl will likely need new friends and I can't always be around. I mean I still have others to attend to all over Equestria. SO! You all will help Vinyl have a big smile on her face and if you do good. I'll give you all a very special treat!" Meanwhile in the previous room, Vinyl painfully inched herself closer to the door. Inches from freedom! Every crawl was like being burned alive. Her exposed muscle tissue and nerves scraped against the brittle, dirty floor. She clenched her teeth to ignore the dreaded pain. Now a few more crawls and... "HEY!!!" Vinyl's swollen eyes instantly caught the sight of something running towards her. Running towards the door. "No..." Something pink. "No!" Something jiggly. "No!!" Something angry. "NO!!!" Pinkie lunged into the air and twisted herself mid jump. Her bubbly backside aimed at Vinyl's head, coming down with a hard thud sound. Vinyl's faint vision of freedom turned to darkness in a matter of seconds. "NO!!!!!"
