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!!!!!"