Horrors of Sugar Cube Corner, Vol.1

Horrors of Sugar Cube Corner

-Vol. 1-

Ch.1-Ingredient Shopping

The sun slowly glided through the night sky, as another day in Celestia’s kingdom came to a close. Night soon descended on the humble land of Equestria. In the quaint town of Ponyville, ponies have eaten their supper and enjoyed the company of their loving families. Soon after, sleep came and the houses in the small town all extinguished their lights and headed off to slumber. Well…all except one house.

Sugar Cube Corner, the town’s bakery, was still bustling with life. The large store loomed over the adjacent street, casting a mysterious and gloomy shadow. The shop did not resemble what it once was. The wood of the porch was old and riddled with creaky floorboards. The paint, once bright and inviting, had become chipped and faded. Inside, the lights were still on, as work at the bakery has just begun. Light hoofsteps banged about the empty store as a pink pony emerged from a dark basement doorway. Her straight, hot pink mane swished around as she examined her personal effects. She began going through a mental checklist, “Let’s see: rope, check; chloroform, check; sack, check; knife, check; rags, check…Ok, I think that’s everything”, she muttered to herself.

“Scoot’s! I’m leaving,ok? I’ll be back in an hour or so. Take care of everything while I’m gone”, she yelled to the dark passage which led to a basement area.

“Kay, bye Pinkie! Don’t worry, I’ll be good. Love you”, the pony from the basement shouted. After saying her farewells, the pink pony exited the Sugar Cube through the back door and greeted the warm night air.

Pinkamina Diane Pie trotted down the dimly lit streets of Ponyville, making her way to her intended target of the night. It was hard to believe that this pink pony used to be ‘Pinkie Pie’, the bubbly party animal that loved to laugh and smile. Sadly, those who would remember Pinkamina’s former self are all either dead or gone, off doing their own adventures and living their own lives. Now, all she is to the colorful folks of Ponyville is a humble baker that makes delicious confectionary treats for all the hungry townsponies. Pinkie could bake anything, especially sweets. Cakes, donuts, muffins, cinnamon twists; you name it and she could bake it. Her specialty, however, was her famous cupcake recipe. Ponies for miles around would flock to the bakery to have one, and she would often be flooded with orders for two or even three baker’s dozen. She chalks that up to the dash of special ingredient that she puts in all of her recipes.

Shelly (Number 4638) and Salamander (Number 4637), the herpetologist couple who moved in from Trottingham a scant three months ago, slept silently in their bed. They were tired of the city and wanted a quiet place to settle down and have a foal of their own. The door slowly creaks open. A sinisterly soft giggle is uttered…

Pinkinmina made her way to the side window of the house, making sure not to make any noise. The Scales were fresh to the town, and were in the silly mentality that no pony could ever possibly hurt them. It almost made Pinkie laugh on how clueless some ponies can be these days. She cracked open the window and slinked into the den of the small two story house. The den had what most normal ponies had in their homes: a couch, a television, some house plants, and several disgustingly cute pictures of the happy couple scattered about the room. A pile of cardboard boxes filled one corner of the room. The couple still had some unpacking to do and had decided to put that off until tomorrow morning.

Gently, the pink haired devil ascended the stairs to the second floor. From the blueprints of the house that she had memorized, their bedroom was the second one down the hall on the right. An air of caution was exerted as she stealthily made her way to the sleeping couple’s bedroom. Her Pinkie sense didn’t alert of anything, though there was still a strange unease about her…like something about this particular grocery run was different than several ones previous. Silent as a cat, she moved down the hall and made her way to the bedroom. As she reached the door, she gave a small sigh and opened it. To her shock, her victims were already dead. They lie motionless on bloodstained silk sheets, their throats slit open and their bodies cut to ribbons. A bloodstained male unicorn stood over the now dead couple, sporting a pleased grin.

Chapter Two-Invasion of Territory

Pokey Pierce (Number 111) was standing over the two, now lifeless, herpetologists.

“Ah, so good of you to join us Pinkamina! For a moment, the good doctors and I thought you weren’t going to show. Would you like a spot of tea? Some cookies perhaps”, Pokey spoke enthusiastically.

Out of all the ponies in Ponyville, Pinkamina would never have guessed that Pokey Pierce would be a murderous psychopath like her. She hated to admit it, but she was not prepared for this type of situation. Sure, she could fight a normal pony or two, but she was not up to fight a monster. And from the looks of Pokey Pierce, he was a terrifying one at that.

“Oh cute, you’ve killed the new couple from down the street. Forgive me if I’m not impressed. Now, please be so kind as to leave before I lose what little civility I have and turn you into a throw rug”, she coldly demanded. Pokey gave a small grin and hopped down off of the bed.

Pokey said, “Fine, I’ll leave. But only because I have other plans this evening”, and went to exit the room. As he exited, he gave a quick flick of his tail, lightly hitting Pinkie in the face. Letting out a small growl she entered the room and got to work on stuffing the two inside the large burlap sack that she had brought with her.

Scootaloo, an orange filly Pegasus, was playing with their family “pet” Chrysalis, as Pinkinmina grouchily entered their basement lair with her lumpy burlap sack in tow. Scoots merrily trotted over to her friend and greeted her with a big hug.

“Glad you’re back Miss Pinkamina”, Scoots said as Pinkie walked over to a large surgical table. She quickly slammed the table with a hoof and letting out a loud “Fuck”. The sudden noise gave Chrysalis a start and caused her to release a high pitched yelp.

“That asshole! I can’t believe he had the-the gall to step in on my territory. On my targets! How did he find out where’d I be”, the pink pony lamented. She looked down at her assistant, concerned about her caretaker. Before the she could speak, Pinkamina comforted her with a small hug.

“Don’t worry little one, it’s not an issue. Now…who wants to help me make some cupcakes”, asked Pinkamina. Scootaloo responded with an excited “I do! I do”. The two ponies took the first of the two carcasses and put it inside a large bathtub. Wearing surgical masks, rubber gloves, and aprons, the two began their process of dissecting the body.

Scootaloo began, by fulfilling her role and draining the blood (or rather what blood was left) from the body. Though the corpse of Shelly Scales had already sustained a fair amount of bruises and lacerations, she still had to make a few primary incisions and hoist the body upside-down. Pokey Pierce’s work at least made Scootaloo’s job much easier. Once the Shelly’s fluids were drained from her, she was lowered back into the tub. Scoots then took a pair of rusty pliers and removed the teeth. She whistled a merry tune as Shelly’s teeth were forcibly extracted from her mouth. The next step in the cute pegasus’ work was to disfigure the face. Looking at Shelly’s face, which seemed to resemble tenderized hamburger, Scootaloo frowned. Disfiguring the face so the body could not be identified was one of her favorite parts of the job. She tried not to let Pokey’s work take all of the fun out of it and sliced up the face an adequate bit with a small kitchen knife. Scootaloo, now an adorably bloody mess, trotted over to Pinkamina so the dissection stage of their work to begin. The body was placed on a large metal table. Scootaloo gleefully wheeled a cart carrying several medical implements. Dissection was Scootaloo’s favorite part of the baking process. Seeing the flesh peeled away revealing organs and bone and muscle tissue filled her with delight. Pinkamina wrapped her long flowing mane behind her, as so it wouldn’t get in her way. She approached the table and began to examine the body.

“Such sloppy work”, she said in disgust, “if you’re going to kill a pony, at least show a little professionalism. These two probably only lived for five, maybe ten minutes. And they certainly didn’t experience much pain. It’s a shame really”. Scootaloo watched as her mistress went over the corpse. It was truly a spectacle to behold. Almost every inch of the body was examined, looked over with such artistic grace. This was truly Miss Pinkamina at her best. She picked a scalpel and made a vertical incision along Sally’s sternum. She then used a chest separator and split the ribcage open. What she found inside was somewhat strange. Shelly had all of her organs (lungs, spleen, liver, heart, etc.), but something else was there. Behind her heart lie, what appeared to be, a small plastic sandwich bag. After a little tugging she quickly extracted the baggie. Inside the blood covered bag was a small cell phone and a note.

“It appears he isn’t as sloppy as I thought”, Pinkie thought aloud as she opened the zip locked bag. Unfolding the note, it read:

Dear Miss Pinkamina,

I would like to cordially invite you for dinner tomorrow evening. Wait for my phone call on the phone provided for the when and where. Do try looking your best.

Your dear admirer,

Pokey Pierce

P.S. If you do not accept the invitation, you will have a nasty surprise in the form of two of strapping police officers at your door the following morning.