Me and Pinkie have been dating for almost a year now. Things have been going pretty well. Our "cooking" has gotten better. Now we make mince meat pies, cakes, doughnuts, and even milkshakes. Pinkie has also got me a magic fridge that keeps the meat I cooked fresh and as tasty as when I first cooked it.
It was getting near the time of the running of the leaves. The trees turned orange, a cool breeze always blew, and the smell of pumpkin and apple pie was everywhere. Pinkie and I have slowed a bit on the "playtime" due to the fact that it was close to the holidays, and the ponies are more watchful of there friends and family. We haven't went to a complete stop, but we only get a pony about once a month now.
"It sucks we can't play with anypony..." I grumbled as I looked out the window to the unsuspecting hunks of meat walking down the street. Nopony was in the store since they were preparing the race.
"Don't be so upset Markipoo. You still have plenty of food left in your mini fridge." My pink marefriend said as she nuzzled my back.
"I know, but I just miss being able to do it more than once a month." I said as I grabbed Pinkie and placed her in my lap and we watched the leaves rustle in the wind.
"Well the running of the leaves will leave most of the town distracted. We can find somepony and snatch them out of plain sight." She suggested. "It comes with the season."
"Yeah. Back on Earth we had a Holiday in my country called Thanksgiving." I saw Pinkie's curious expression. "Let me explain... Basically where I come from we are called Americans instead of you guys being called Equestrians. We came from a place called Europe to gain freedom. When we arrived people started dying from starvation, sickness, and the cold. When we first got there, people called Indians were doing just fine with how they lived. Some of them didn't like us so we fought each other. We eventually came to a impasse and signed a treaty. The treaty said that we will help them, and they would help us in return. They then had a feast where they gave thanks for becoming friends. Hence the name Thanksgiving." I saw Pinkie's eyes glisten. It was if she was wanting to cry, but she was smiling as well.
"That is such a sad and sweet story." She calmed down and laid her head on my chest. "I wish we could have a feast like that."
"Well a lot of the stuff they had for the feast involved can be found here. Pumpkin pie, pudding, bread, turkey, deer, and corn." I told her.
"Well I don't want to kill a flightless bird, or a deer..." Suddenly a lightbulb appeared over her head. "But what about a flightless pegasus?" She asked.
"That sound wonderful, Pinks." I gave a sly grin, and kissed her soft sugary lips. "How do you want to do it?"
"The usual sleeping cupcake should do the trick... I might need to put a little more since she is so energetic." Pinkie concluded.
"Let's get bakin'." I said.
"Hey Scootaloo." Pinkie called the little orange filly away from the group. "Come here for a sec."
"What's up Pinkie Pie? You need help with something?' Scootaloo asked as she walked towards Pinkie who had the most innocent smile on her lips.
"I have a new cupcake flavor I wanted you to try out." She said. Acting as energetic as she normally would be.
"Wouldn't you rather want somepony like Applejack, or Rainbow Dash try it? The seem to like your sweets more." Scootaloo asked.
"This new type of cupcake is a special blend of ingredients to help pegasus foals grow." She silently chuckled in her throat without Scootaloo noticing. "I thought you would be the perfect test subject to see if it works. By the time it is in effect, you will be up in the air in no time!" Pinkie cheered. Scootaloo smiled with glee.
"That sounds so cool! I'd love to try it out for you." The little orange filly was bouncing around her pink friend.
"Then come with me to Sugar Cube Corner. Mark is baking them as we speak." Pinkie said.
"Okay!" Scootaloo chimed. She followed the Pink hyperactive mare as she heard Pinkie hum a peculiar tune.
The two reached the bakery. They walked in on Mark putting frosting on a single cupcake. He noticed the two walking in and gave them a friendly smile, but his face almost broke into a wicked grin. 'Damn, I need to work on that...How did Pinkie keep her composure?' He thought as he finished putting the rest of the frosting on the delicious pastry.
"Is the cupcake finished Markiepoo?" Pinkie asked sweetly.
"E'yep. I put the special ingredients in like you said." Mark said. "Are you ready to try it Scootaloo? After eating this, you will be like you were given wings from the heavens." He grinned.
"Awesome!" Scootaloo grabbed the cupcake and gobbled it up. "Uh cun't wa-..." The filly collapsed onto the ground.
"Now the fun begins." Pinkie said.
Scootaloo awoke after she felt a sting in her cheek.
"Told ya that would wake her up...Sorry if I pact a little too much sleeping powder in the cupcake." Mark said to Pinkie. "I tried to account for her being a pegasus, but also a filly."
"What's going on? Why can't I move?" Scootaloo asked not noticing where she was. She looked at her body and saw that her arms and her head has been strapped down. "I wanna go ho-" She was silenced by another slap by Mark.
"Shut up, bitch!" Marked yelled into her ear causing her to flinch, but couldn't cover them due to the restraints. Mark turned to his marefriend. "Pinkie you tell her before get carried away."
"Okie dokie lokie Mark." Pinkie said. She walked in front of Scootaloo and gave her a half lidded smile and lifted her chin. "Silly filly. You aren't going anywhere." Pinkie giggled. "To put it frankly. Me and Mark are bored. So we thought some play time would be perfect to celibate one of Mark's holidays." When she was finished, Scootaloo looked even more confused.
"We are going to cut you up and harvest your meat." Mark deadpanned. The look of horror in her face was priceless to the two psychos. Making them laugh.
"Shall we get started Mark?" Pinkie asked.
"I was waiting for you to say that." Mark picked up two long rags stained in blood. He stuffed one of the clothes in Scootaloo's mouth and used duck tape to keep it there. He wrapped the other rag around his hand, mainly covering his knuckles.
"Now remember Mark. Her bones are more fragile since she is still young. I want there to be a little meat without pieces of bone in them." Pinkie told Mark and he nodded.
"Don't worry Pinks. I'm just tenderizing her." Mark reeled back his covered hand and launched it forward into the fillies chest. Scootaloo coughed and shut her eyes in pain. Mark slammed his fist into her gut this time, and Scootaloo winced in pain and started to cry. Mark continued this till he started to see her hide bruise. "That's a start." He turned to his marefriend enjoying the show. "Your turn Pinkie."
"Gladly." The pink pony walked to her best friend's 'little sister' and did her normal retinue of cutting off her cutie marks. Scootaloo was helpless and wailed in pain as her cutie marks were pealed from her leg muscle. "You know, the cool thing about cutie marks is that almost each one is unique. Even for ponies with the same special talent." Pinkie waved the floppy pieces of hide in front of the filly's face. "And they can be taken away from you so easily... All that work and for nothing." Pinkie gave a playful pout. "But don't worry. I will keep it in mint condition." The party pony carefully placed the cutie marks on the table. "Your turn Mark."
"Let's see here...Where is it?.." Mark searched through a crate looking for what he needed. "There it is!" He held a hack saw in his right hand. He walked over to Scootaloo and held her left wing still. "Now let's get rid of those useless pathetic wings of your's." The filly's wing tried to flutter out of his grip, but it was no use. She was pined. Her screams were still muffled as he moved the blood-rusted tool back and forth. Breaking her hide with ease until he reached the bone, but just added more pressure.
Soon both the filly's wings were detached from her bleeding body. Her cheeks stained with tears. Her screams died down and all that was left was a hoarse whimper. She knew her fate and accepted it. 'I-I...I'm gonna die...' She said in the very back of her mind. 'Good bye my friends... Please escape from there grasp...' The filly continued to cry and she felt weaker than she ever has been. 'I'm coming home mom and dad...' She felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her head raised to see a huge needle injecting a strange liquid into her. 'Please just end it...' Scootaloo's eyes opened to the new rush of energy. 'Celestia damn you.' She couldn't feel her chest anymore.
"Now-now. We can't have you sleeping just yet. We need to actually get the meat from you." Pinkie giggled and handed Mark the surgeon's knife. "You can do this part Mark." He gladly took it and slid it straight down her chest and stopping near her bellybutton. Scootaloo couldn't watch what was happening. She shut her eyes with as much force as she could.
"You aren't getting away with that." Mark said and he reached on the table and picked up something that looked like a spring loaded eyelash curlers. "This is a little invention of mine. I got tired of ponies wanting to not watch the fun." He forced her eyes back open with his fingers and pushed the contraption sightly under her eyelids. "So this puppy will keep those peepers open." He released the spring and it held her eyelids in place. "Now back to the main event." Mark clawed his fingers under the cut in her hide and her chest was pulled open, showing her fast beating heart and her lungs rising and falling rapidly. Pinkie stood next to her human coltfriend and joined in by cutting out Scootaloo's liver.
Mark took out her pancreas.
Pinkie plucked her kidneys.
Mark, her intestines.
Pinkie, her spleen.
Mark, her stomach.
Pinkie, her left lung, and Mark, her right lung.
They both grabbed her heart as Scootaloo's eyes turned lifeless. The two kissed as the pulled out the last organ.
Mark and Pinkie sat at a big table they placed in Pinkie's room, which she used for her parties of one. (Now parties for two.) Laid out on the table was an assortment of food. Mashed potatoes, cheese cake, bread rolls, corn on the cob, pumpkin pie, corn bread, and many more, but one thing stood out from the rest. In the middle of the table was a big platter with a lid on it. Mark was about to lift the kid but Pinkie stopped him
"Hey Mark.* Pinkie called him and he kneeled down in front of her.
"What is it Pinks?" He asked.
"I made you something." The pink pony made a box appear out of nowhere. "Here, and don't worry about getting me anything. You being here with me is the best present you could ever give me." She smiled.
"Thank you Pinkie. I really appreciate it." Mark opened the box to reveal a little pink mustache.
"I made it out of my mane.* She giggled. "I hope you like it. It just sticks to your lip. No string needed." Mark put on the moustache.
"It is very soft." The sugary smell of Pinkie filled his nose. "Mmm... I love it Pinkie." Mark kissed her lips and It tickled Pinkies lips. "Now lets eat." He lifted the lid off the platter to reveal a roasted filly. Her open chest cavity was filled with stuffing and a cprisp red apple was stuffed in her mouth.
"Happy Thanksgiving Mark"
"Happy Thanksgiving Pinkie."
Author's Note
I got the idea of this story from a comment on the last installment of this series. I hope you like or hate it in your opinion. Whichever means it was a success.
*squee* 