All My Friends are Heathens

by Apple Frost

Rating: mature
Tags: Anthro, Dark, Alternate Universe, Horror
Length: 12885

An Anthro retelling of Reitana-Seishin's Muffins story. Two human sisters of polar opposites wished to live new lives in Equestria years ago. Both born cousins in two Earth Pony families. Will they be able to survive before they turn into pastries

'All my friends are heathens, Take it slow,
Wait for them to ask you who you know.
Please don't make any sudden moves,
You don't know the half of the abuse.

A while ago, two human sisters from our universe wished to live new lives in Equestria.

Both sisters were reborn as cousins that connect the Pie Family and Apple Family together. Eleanor, the eldest, was reborn a tall and slender Earth Pony. Samantha, the youngest, was born an average Unicorn Pony. Eleanor was found to be the Element of Empathy. Samantha was found to be the Element of Trust.

Unfortunately, they didn't end up in the Equestria we know of sunshine, friendship and rainbows. They were transported to the MuffinVerse. And their numbers came up at the same time.

Will they be able to survive and escape Pinkie's torture? Will they become the next batch of pastries? Or will become newest members of the Bakers Family?

Why'd you come, you knew you should have stayed,
I tried to warn you just to stay away.
And now they're outside, ready to bust,
It looks like you might be one of us…

Muffins fanfiction belongs to Reitana-Seishin.
Stories link: http://mlp-muffins.deviantart.com/gallery/56728982/Stories
Cover Art belongs to Studio-Chann.
Song: Heathens by Twenty-One Pilots.
Anthro Design belongs to StasySolitude.
MLP belongs to Lauren Faust and Hasbro.

First chapter takes place the week in between Rainbow Dash and Candy Mane.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-13 22:36:43 UTC

Apple Tart and Rock Candy

Eleanor woke up with a gasp, her hazel eyes scanning the dark room. However all she could see was darkness and barely visible blurs of shapes and colors. She wasn't wearing her glasses. The smell of damp concrete, baked goods, rust and blood entered her nostrils and made her feel badly nauseous.

A yawn reached her ears. Eleanor looked over and saw her unicorn cousin/sister, Samantha, was still sleeping. Eleanor tried to move, to wake her younger sister up, but she found to be restrained by cold metal cuffs and laying against a wooden operating table standing vertical, and striped naked, so she could see her pastel green fur coat.

Eleanor wiggled and was able to get her black, pastel violet and blue tail free. Sam was in the same predicament as she is. There was a ring over the base of her horn. Eleanor instantly recognized it as a magic suppression ring.

She nudged her sister with her tail, "Samantha, wake up!"

Samantha just moved, as if trying to turn her winged back to her older Earth Pony sister, "Five more minutes..."

Eleanor nudged her again, "I'm not kidding, Sam. I need your eyes. I can't see anything."

"Ooops. Sorry. Silly me. I forgot why you wear glasses, Nellie." A familiar energetic voice spoke from the darkness.

A pair of pink hands with raspberry pink nails reached a pair of black-framed glasses over Eleanor's muzzle. Eleanor blinked and her vision became clear and crisp.

Her ears perked up, as she heard a familiar giggle, "Rainbow Dash was right. Glasses do make you look like a nerd."

Eleanor looked and saw the face of a familiar grinning mare with light pink fur and a wild poofy mane of raspberry pink. Eyes of the sky in mid-day.

"Pinkie Pie?" Eleanor recognized.

"Were you expecting Applejack?" The voice asked.

Samantha yawned and opened her sapphire eyes, "I had the craziest dream. We were in the basement of SugarCube Corner, and Pinkie Pie was carving us into pieces. Then baking us into cupcakes."

"Aaawww! You spoiled the surprise, Sammie!" Pinkie Pie sighed in disappointment, "I guess I'll have to have fun with you first."

Like a bucket of ice-cold water thrown at her face, Samantha's ears perked up and her eyes widened, "Wait. What?"

Pinkie nodded, walking over to a switch, "Yeah. You see, I was running out of fresh ingredients, and your numbers came up at the same time. Twice the ingredients, twice the flavor. So I drugged your drinks with a simple sleeping powder and brought you here." She looked as Eleanor, "I gotta say, Nellie, for a tall pony, you sure are light."

She flicked the switch and a bright florescent light pierced the darkness. Eleanor and Samantha closed their eyes in recoil. Once their eyes adjusted, the two sisters looked and horror filled their psyche.

A large concrete room with chairs and tables made from bones of other Ponies. Candleholders of skulls. A large wooden table with an assortment of saws, knifes and other tools. Streamers hung from the ceiling, but they weren't paper. The were intestines and other organs. At the back, there was a banner that said in dark red 'paint';

'LIFE IS A PARTY'

Samantha quickly closed her mouth, as nausea hit her like a bolt and vomit threatened to rise up her throat. Eleanor just stared. But that wasn't the only thing that shocked them.

Pinkie stood before them in a dress and a white apron. The dress was made from patches of Cutie Marks, a necklace of unicorn horns and upon her back were four pairs of pegasi wings.

"Do you like it? I made it myself." Pinkie grinned.

"Pinkie! Why are you doing this? This is madness!" Samantha shouted.

Pinkie's grin fell, "Madness? Is it madness to see other ponies smile with my creations? Is it madness to find the perfect secret ingredient to make all baked goods taste fantastic? To bring those smiles?"

A small laugh broke the two pony's argument. Samantha and Pinkie turned, as the laugh got a bit louder. Eleanor was laughing. Eleanor's laugh got louder and started to sound insane.

Pinkie tilted her head in confusion. Samantha sighed, "Oh no. Eleanor.exe has crashed. The voices have got her. She's gone nuts."

Eleanor stopped laughing and sighed with a smile, "Nuts? This is rich. I wondered what happened to Rainbow Dash for the past week. Now, it makes sense."

Samantha tilted her head, "You're okay with Pinkie doing this to other ponies?"

Eleanor giggled, "Are you kidding? She's doing something right, although it's completely wrong."

Pinkie smiled, "Wow, Nellie. I didn't know you had a disturbed mind."

"You've been hanging out with the dead way too long, sis." Samantha sighed.

Eleanor ignored her sister's comment and turned to Pinkie, "Out of curiosity, Pinkie. Are you hiring?"

"What?!" Pinkie and Samantha exclaimed. Pinkie with a smile and Samantha with a shocked expression.

Eleanor nodded, "Yeah, cause there's no way you can keep this up on your own. Mr. and Mrs. Cake will catch you and turn you in."

Pinkie rubbed her chin in thought, "Well... I have been meaning to hire some assistants for the Cakes. That hiring sign has been on that window for weeks. I'm surprised nopony has applied."

"Maybe because you put the sign at the back door. Nopony looks at the back door, Pinkie." Samantha pointed out in a deadpan tone. Then looked at her elder cousin/sister, "You sure this is a good idea, Ellie. Pinkie is crazy!"

"She's not crazy. She's got the right mind. There's something wrong with world. The only way to find it is to do something about it." Eleanor nodded, then pointed out, "Besides, Rainbow Dash deserved this, since she bullied you. I've been thinking of a payback scheme for months."

Samantha smiled, "Huh. I never thought of it that way. I'm in." Then she frowned, "But just to keep an eye on you. I still think this is wrong."

Pinkie Pie grabbed a key and unlocked the restraints. Eleanor and Samantha landed on their hooves with a loud 'clop'. Sam remove the ring on her horn. Pinkie gave the sisters their clothes back and they got dressed. Pinkie turned around, so she wouldn't see them.

Pinkie was right. Eleanor was a tall, slender Earth Pony that stood around 5 foot 11 inches. Her hazel eyes had a green inner ring meeting the pupil. She had fetlocks of a Clydesdale. She wore a black and pastel blue stripped scarf around her neck with matching fingerless gloves. A pastel t-shirt with indigo sleeves and trimmings under a pair of black overalls.

Samantha was a short Unicorn Pony with sky blue fur, that complemented her sapphire eyes. A long, wavy, blonde mane and a matching leonine tail. She wore a blue t-shirt, with pink sleeves, under a sleeveless, magenta hoodie. Olive green pants and a gold chain necklace with a sapphire heart pendant.

Once dressed and got the feeling back to their arms and legs, Pinkie Pie hugged the sisters.

"Welcome to the Family."

Muffins

Eleanor's POV.
It's been a quiet day in SugarCube Corner. That's a good thing. Pinkie was in the cellar, with our newest victim: Candy Mane. Sam took the job of going to Manehatten to get some more of the average ingredients. Flour, sugar, corn starch, you get the idea.

It's been about a week since my sister and I joined Pinkie's family. Applebloom has joined the family little over a month ago. Her first victim was Diamond Tiara. Hehehe. That bitch had it coming.

*Ding* *Ding* The doorbell rang, startling me back to reality. Entering the café was a young pegasus mare. But this one was no ordinary mare.

Her fur coat was grey. Her mane and tail were a light blonde. Lighter than Sam's. Eyes were a golden sheen, but they can't seem to meet the center focus on her eyes. The mare wore her casual attire, which consisted of a white t-shirt under a light beige turtleneck sweater. And a pair of dark grey pants with her Cutie Mark under her left pocket.

It was our friend Derpy Hooves, but I call her 'Ditzy' because it makes her sound cute.

"Hey, Ditzy." I greeted, "What can I get for you?"

"Half a dozen of the candy cane muffins, please." Ditzy requested politely.

I rubbed the back of my neck, "Sorry, we seem to be out of the candy canes." Then assured with a smile, "I'll notify Pinkie and we'll get a fresh batch on the way."

Ditzy waved her hand, "That's okay. I can ask her. Do you know where she is?"

"She's in the cellar, restocking the flour and sugar." I answered quickly, pointing to the closed door behind my right.

I quietly tapped my left hoof three times. It's the signal telling Pinkie somepony is looking for her. One is Sam. Two is Applebloom. Four is me.

Ditzy wasted no time walking to the back of the counter and opening the door to the cellar. The stairway was dark, but a light was sneaking by the corner. She walked down the stairs.

"Watch your step down there, Ditzy!" I called, "The last step is a doozie!"

I left the counter and turned the open sign over to the closed sign. I walked to the door to the cellar. I heard a loud "Oof!" before I closed the door. Then I started with my cleaning duties.

Pinkamena Diane Pie's POV.
I jumped in startle, as I heard a thump hit the ground. I turned to see it was Derpy on the ground. She must have fallen from the last step on the stairway. No wonder why my tail was twitching.

"Hi, Pinkie!" Derpy greeted me happily.

I was a little nervous, but I knew how to handle this.

"Hey Derpy." I greeted with a smile of my own, "Did you need something?"

"Nellie said you'd be down here, so I thought I'd come find you." She explained, picking herself up, "I wanted to ask if you could make some muffins!"

I looked at Candy Mane, who seemed to be show wear of the sleeping drug.

"Well, I was planning on making cupcakes today... But..." I paused to think for a moment.

I know that Derpy is not stupid, per-say, but she's not exactly like the other ponies. She's just a bit mentally challenged, but she is a sweet pegasus, nonetheless.

An idea hit me.

"Derpy, wanna help me make your muffins?" I asked, with my usual big smile

"Oh yes! Yes!" Derpy answered, bouncing up and down.

"Okay, but you gotta promise me something." I started.

"Anything!" Derpy replied.

"Don't tell anypony about my secret ingredient." I told her.

"What's your secret ingredient?" She asked.

Then, as if on cue, Candy Mane became fully conscious.

"W... Where am I...?" Candy Man asked drearily.

I led Derpy to the table, "Well, you see, everypony in Ponyville has a number, and when that number is drawn, I go get the pony."

Candy Mane struggled against her bindings, but was listening to our conversation.

"So everypony has your secret ingredient?" Derpy asked.

"Yes." I answered, "But we need to get it out of them first! But baking is fun, so we play a little bit before harvesting!"

"Hey, what's going on?" Candy Mane said loudly. Derpy and I looked at her, "Why am I tied up? What do you mean harvesting?!"

I giggled, unable to contain my excitement, "Candy, today is a special day for you!"

Derpy began to giggle with anticipation, excited about this new event.

"You're gonna help me and Derpy make muffins!" I explained, "We were gonna make cupcakes, but Derpy likes muffins better, don't you Derpy?"

"I do! I do!" Derpy answered, hopping again.

"How can I help if I'm tied up?" Candy Mane asked, with an angry expression.

"Oh, that's the most important part!" I happily answered, "We need you to stay still!"

Candy Mane started looking around my beautifully decorated cellar. The 'Life is a Party' banner. The streamers. The furniture. The skulls. Even Rainbow Dash.

"What the hell is going on?!?" Candy screamed, which made Derpy flinch.

"Pinkie, I don't think she wants to be here." Derpy told me, a little shaky.

"But Derpy, her number was pulled." I replied, "We have to. It'll be fun! Trust me! I've been doing this for a long time, and after this we can make your muffins!"

The smile returned to Derpy's face, "Oh yea! Okay, I'm ready!" She answered, as Candy Mane began to panic and struggle wildly, "What do we do?"

"Well, I like to save the Cutie Marks, so..." I explained, pulling a scalpel off of the metal stand that held my tools. "Watch carefully, Derpy."

Derpy came closer, watching as I carved a circle around Candy's Cutie Mark of three hard candy sweets. Candy Mane screamed and cried, trying to break her bindings, but it was no use. Then I dug the scalpel under the skin to slice it away from the muscle.

"See?" I asked, holding up the patch of skin in front of Derpy.

"Can I do the next one?" asked Derpy.

"Of course!" I answered, delighted, then warned, "But be careful not to cut yourself Derpy, and try not to cut the Cutie Mark. We want it to still be nice and pretty."

Derpy took the scalpel and held it up to Candy Mane's other flank.

"No, Derpy please, no!" Candy begged, sobbing.

Derpy shakily pierced Candy's hide and carved a little messy circle around the mark. It did the job, though.

I clapped her hands together, cheering, "You got your first Cutie Mark!" Then I offered, "You can keep it if you want!"

"Really? No fooling?" Derpy asked, smiling broadly.

She tucked the Cutie Mark under her wing for safe keeping.

"Now what do we do?" She asked.

"Now we have some fun! We can do anything we want to her." I answered, then asked, "What do you think we should do, Derpy?"

Derpy thought for a moment, and then gave a great hop.

"Can we take away her legs?" She asked happily.

Candy wailed again, trying to call for help as tears ran down her face.

"Yes! That's a great idea!" I smiled, grabbing my hacksaw, which was still stained with Rainbow Dash's blood. "Hey Derpy, maybe you can answer this. Why do they call it a hacksaw, if it doesn't hack?" I asked, as the question came to me.

"Um..." Derpy started, nervously rubbing her hands, "Maybe... Maybe you can also hack with it!"

I laughed, "I never thought of that!" Then offered the saw to her, "Wanna give it a try?"

Derpy took the hacksaw and skipped closer to Candy Mane.

"Listen, Derpy..." Candy pleaded. "Killing ponies isn't good! It's bad! Please don't hurt me anymore!"

"But we need the special ingredient, or else Pinkie Pie's muffins won't be as tasty!" Derpy chirped.

She leveled the hacksaw right above Candy's left knee, then pulled back her arm, and swung the saw. It broke the skin just a bit, and Candy Mane screamed again.

"Keep trying, Derpy!" I encouraged.

Derpy began to hack at Candy's leg violently with all of her strength. Over the Earth pony's screeches, Derpy was laughing giddily.

"This is fun!" She cried. However, when she got to the bone, she couldn't hack anymore, "Pinkie Pie, it won't go through!"

"We might have to actually use the saw part now." I replied.

"Please stop! Please stop!!" Candy Mane bellowed.

Derpy began sawing through the bone, and Candy Mane's eyes widened.

"Oh no..." I gasped, "I think she's about to faint."

Derpy sawed her way through the bone, and the severed leg lay limp, still strapped to the table. Candy was hyperventilating now.

"Here, let me do the other one." I offered.

Derpy handed the hacksaw to me, and I made quick work of Candy's other leg.

"Pinkie, I think she's sleepy." Derpy alarmed.

I pulled the detached legs from the straps and threw them aside.

"I can fix that!" I jabbed a needle into Candy Mane's arm and injected a shot of adrenaline into her.

She gasped, breathing hard and continuing to sob.

"Pinkie, please..." She begged weakly.

"Derpy, wanna see what an eyeball feels like?" I asked.

Derpy nodded excitedly. I took my scalpel again, along with a spoon, and got closer to Candy Mane's face.

"No, please NO!" With another blood curdling scream, she felt the scalpel cut the membrane holding her eye in her socket.

I took the spoon and carefully scooped out the slimy ball, slicing the optic nerve. I brought the bloody eyeball to Derpy, who nudged it onto her nose, smiling.

"Ew! It's all gooey!" She giggled. "Can I play with the other one?"

"No, we want Candy to see everything until she has to go." I answered.

"Okay!" She dropped the eyeball to the floor, rolling it with her hoof before stomping on it with a cry of joy.

I took one of her knives and set it in a pot of burning coal that was heating up some nails.

"We're going to heat this knife up." I explained to Derpy, "And then it will be hot enough to make marks on her hide. Do you like drawing, Derpy?"

"Yea! Yea!" Derpy jumped up and down, then skipped up next to me.

Candy Mane wasn't screaming or struggling anymore, just simply sobbing, her empty eye socket spilling blood infused tears.

After a few moments, I handed Derpy the hot knife.

"Careful, it's hot!" I warned her.

"I know exactly what to draw!" Derpy cried, and touched the tip of the tool to Candy's chest.

She tried screaming, but her voice was hoarse and cracked when she tried to make a sound. Derpy took her time drawing her masterpiece, and even had to reheat the knife a couple times. When she was done, it was a very messy stick pony with curly hair.

"Aw, is that me?" I asked.

"Yea!" said Derpy. "Cause you're my bestest friend!"

My lip trembled, and I hugged Derpy tightly. She really is a sweet pony.

"Okay Derpy, I know we haven't played for very long, but I bet you want your muffins, huh?" I asked.

"Yea!" Derpy nodded.

I handed her the scalpel once more, and then traced a line on Candy Mane's abdomen with my finger, showing where to cut.

"You're going to cut her open, but first I'm going to numb her." I explained, pinking up a syringe with light blue liquid.

I gave Candy another shot of something. After a few minutes, Pinkie gave the okay to Derpy, who began carefully cutting open Candy Mane's belly.

Her hands were shaky, but she bit her tongue with concentration as she tried to keep the scalpel steady. Candy Mane watched in horror. She couldn't feel it, but she could see her own body being cut open.

"Now what?" Derpy asked me.

"Now, start pulling out whatever squishy thing you see and toss it into this bucket!" I answered, then added. "I usually try to make jokes to entertain our guest, but you can do whatever you want!"

Derpy smiled and chose an organ. It was Candy's liver. Derpy tugged hard, finally managing to rip it away, then held it up for Candy Mane to see.

"Look, Candy! It's a Lively Liver!" She gleamed, and I giggled.

Then Derpy pulled out the kidney.

"Kind Kidney loves to go with Lively Liver to her house and play!"

She tossed the two organs into the bucket.

"But Sad Stomach is very sad because he never gets invited. But it's okay, cause Bad Bladder will go with him to crash the party! Playful Pancreas hears their plan and tries to stop them with the help of Silly Spleen, and they go to warn the others. The Intestine Twins go over too to try and bring peace to them! They don't like fighting. Then Laughing Lungs comes over to see what all the fuss is about! Sad Stomach and Bad Bladder argue with everyone until they get a call from Helpful Heart..."

Derpy grabs the still beating heart, but doesn't pull it out yet.

"She says, 'don't fight! We should all be friends and play nicely together!' And then everyone makes up and has a good time..."

She pulled the heart out, and Candy slowly began to fade.

"The end!"

"That was great, Derpy!" I cheered, clapping my hands enthusiastically.

"Now what?" She asked me.

"Now we gotta skin her and pull her bones apart. It gets a little annoying, but it feels great when we're finally done!" I answered.

Together, Derpy and I began cutting up the remains of Candy Mane.

*A Little While Later...*
Narrator's POV.
Pinkie Pie took the tray of candy cane muffins from the oven and set them on the table in front of Derpy, Eleanor, Applebloom and Samantha.

"Wow, Miss. Pinkie!" said Apple Bloom, taking a warm, fluffy muffin. "These look great!"

They started eating the muffins, and Derpy giggled.

"How are they, Derpy?" Pinkie Pie asked.

"They are great! Better than any muffin ever!" she exclaimed.

"Better? These are the most awesome candy cane muffins." Samantha smiled, "Well done, Derpy."

"Can I help you bake more often?" Derpy asked with a smile.

"Of course!" Pinkie nodded.

"Just be sure to keep our special ingredient secret." Applebloom reminded her.

"Okay!" Derpy nodded, helping herself to another muffin.

Eleanor gave Derpy a small hug, "Yay! I'm not only odd one here!"

The Two Sisters' BackStory

Hello. My name is Eleanor May Carter, but my friends call me Ellie. Closest friends call me 'Nellie'. I'm the eldest of two sisters. My younger sister's name is Samantha Carter, but she prefers Sam or Sammy. As you can tell by our names, we weren't ponies at the real beginning of our lives, we were humans. Two human girls from your universe. But we weren't ordinary.

I was born with Asperger's Syndrome, but wasn't diagnosed since I was 9 years old. My sister suffers from a developmental delay, but she was able to slip through the cracks. So we were bullied and went through a lot of trouble. Our mother was a good person, but our father... Not so much...

Sam and I had enough of the universe treating us like garbage, and have bad things happen to us, just as soon as things start to look up. Our mother paying for our mistakes.

We wanted out!

Then it came to us. My Little Pony.

A cartoon show where friendship does exist, no one cares about appearance or speech, and problems are solved together in 20 - 30 minutes. Sam and I have been fans since we were only toddlers. Our father thought it was stupid. Mother didn't understand. It was our escape.

One night, when Sam and I reached our pre-teens, we were attending a meteor shower during Bonfire Night (If you're British, you'll remember the holiday). Sam and I saw a shooting star among the meteors. We made a wish together.

Starlight, Starbright,
First star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Make this wish we wish tonight...
We wish to leave and live new lives in My Little Pony.

The star glowed, but nothing happened until we went home and went to bed. Sam and I found ourselves in the dreamscape, greeted by someone in a hooded cloak. It was female by its voice. Sam thought it was the Grim Reaper, but I knew better.

The cloaked figure heard our wish and wanted to grant it at a price: Our human forms and the memories of our existence in our world. Sam and I agreed on one condition of keeping our human memories, in case we get separated and meet each other again. The figure agreed and granted our wish.

Sam and I were reborn into the world of My Little Pony, into two families, but something about the world was different. The characters were anthropomorphic unguligrade ponies and there was a dark atmosphere hidden in the light happiness and rainbows.

Samantha was born in a mixed family of Earth Ponies and Unicorns; The Apples and Pies. Her mother was an Unicorn that was kind as she was beautiful. Her name was Limelight. Younger sister of Bright Mac. Her father was the older brother of Igneous Rock Pie, named Chalk Granite Pie. So Sam was born a Unicorn named Apple Lilly.

However when there's kindness and strength, comes a touch of darkness. Sam's pony-parents were hardly home, so she had to take care of herself. During school, she was bullied, saying that the reason why her parents are hardly home is because they died during a road trip.

Unfortunately it turned out to be true when a colleague went to Sam's home and moved her to Sweet Apple Acres with Granny Smith, Big McIntosh, Applejack and Applebloom. She was only 9 years old.

The bullying got worse, targeting her parents, color scheme of blue and blonde, and even her Pony Name. Sam couldn't take it anymore. She snapped and she went through a magical surge. She released a powerful illusion spell and melted the minds of half the school.

The Apple Family apologised, but Sam wanted to perform the spell again. The problem was she wasn't much of a bookworm as I am. Sam earned her Cutie Mark of a red apple and tiger lily.

I have to say, Sam got it easy. I've had rotten luck, even in my human life. My new life is no exception.

I was reborn an Earth Pony under the Pie Family, but different parents. I still have Asperger's Syndrome.

My mother was the younger sister of Igneous and Chalk Pie. Her name was Amethyst Sulphur Pie. And my father was the younger brother of Aunt Cloudy Quartz. His name was Tanzanite. My mother was always away on business, so my father took care of me.

Upon seeing how his brother raised their first born, Obsidian Pie, my father took raising me into his own hands. He was never rough. Only told me was bad and what was good. He named me Quartzite Marble Pie. I was his 'little angel'. I was always polite, well-behaved and stayed out of trouble.

During school, I was bullied for my colors and being a Blank Flank. My coat was a pastel green. My eyes were hazel, with a green inner ring. My mane and tail were black with pastel indigo and blue streaks. And my nails and hooves were black. Fetlocks of a Clydesdale.

http://psponyartist.deviantart.com/art/Next-gen-Aurora-484629221
(With the description above.)

They called me names and hit me, so I always came home with a few scratches, bruises, or a black eye. I was literally beaten black and blue!

I wanted to tell my father, but the bullies would me worse for being a tattle tail. Nopony likes a foal who tells on them. It's just not fair! What have I done to deserve such a punishment?

The only time of day I've felt at peace was during the night. When mother and father were asleep, I would sneak out of my room and take a walk in the town's cemetery. It was peaceful and haunting at the same time.

Turns out I was reborn with one of my special gifts. I can hear and, sometimes, see the spirits of the deceased. They tell me things and I listen to them. It's during the night, I'm able to actually talk to them, without looking like I've lost my marbles. The bullies beat me up and other fillies and colts avoid me for this. Even my father avoids the it, sometimes...

One day, I snapped. I screamed and tackled one of my bullies to the ground. I choked him and smashed his skull in while he was catching his breath, blinded by rage.

He was a pegasus named Golden Snitch. He lived up to his name as a tattle tail of spreading rumors and a star to the adults. He was responsible for the rumor that Vinyl wears shades all the time is because she's a vampire pony. But in reality, she has extremely photo-sensitive eyes. Stupid snitch!

Once I calmed down, I recollected on what I just did. Everypony in the school was staring at me. I ran out of the school and into the town's cemetery. I couldn't believe I killed a classmate. Another foal. A bully. It... It felt good. I wanted to make all my bullies pay for what they've done to me.

That was when I saw the Sonic Rainboom, the spirits of the dead rose from the graves and spoke to me. They told me what I did was right. The colt deserved to die. There was something wrong with Equestria, and someone needs to take matters into their own hands. The spirit is never free until the body is dead. They all deserve to die. All of them have done something unforgivable.

I earned my Cutie Mark of three purple wisps.

My father found me the next morning and took me home to be home-schooled.

I was able to reunite with my sister during my mother's meeting for the Summer Sun Celebration. I recognized my sister in seconds, only Sam has eyes that blue. I also met my cousin, Pinkie Pie. The farmer girl, Applejack. The beautiful and gentle Fluttershy. Daring and bold, now currently departed, Rainbow Dash. The radiant and classy Rarity. And the book-smart Twilight Sparkle. Turns out I have a bit in common with every one of them.

During Nightmare Moon's attack on Ponyville, Twilight learned that each of us represent a spirit with they Elements of Harmony. Applejack was Honesty. Fluttershy was Kindness. Samantha was Trust. Pinkie Pie was Laughter (Obviously). Rarity was Generosity. Raindow Dash was Loyalty. I was Empathy. And Twilight was Magic. Kinda obvious each Element played to other's strengths.

Now, Sam and I work with my cousin in the baking business, makin delicious pastries in SugarCube Corner. Hopefully one day, Sam and I will get our turn and have some fun with the secret ingredient.

Derpy's First Project

Derpy Hooves' POV.
I was so nervous today. I was trembling so bad I was struggling to keep my hands still, as I tried to clean off my scalpel in the sink. I was on my own in the cellar of SugarCube Corner, waiting for my very first victim to wake up.

Pinkie Pie, Nellie, Sammie and Applebloom were upstairs, readying the café for opening.

My trembling got worse, as I dropped my scalpel on the ground with a ting, "Ooh," I gasped, "Oooooh..." I quickly picked it up and put on the metal table, near the operating table.

My victim started to stir awake.

Her name was Roseluck. An Earth Pony mare with a pale yellow coat. Raspberry mane and tail with light raspberry streaks. Similar styles to Amethyst Sparkler and Lyra Heartstrings. And light green eyes. Cutie Mark of a single blooming rose with two leaves and a stem.

She was a gardener pony with Daisy and Lilly.

"Wha..." Roseluck started, as she woke up groggy. Once completely awake, she looked around, "Wh... where am I?"

I walked toward her, and greeted with a timid smile, "Hello!" My voice was cracking from how nervous I was, "My... my name is Derpy, and you're going to... to..." I grabbed a card from my pocket and furrowed my brows, as I focused to read it, "You're going to... help me... make... muff... ins..." I gasped and smiled, "Muffins!"

My nervousness melted away and I danced on the spot with joy. I turned to Roseluck and the nervousness was back again.

"Muffins?" Roseluck repeated, as she tried to get off the operating table. But she was tied by the metal restraints. "H-hey! Why am I tied to this table?!" She asked.

"Well, Pinkie Pie says you need to be tied up or else you'd run away, and then I won't have muffins. I really like muffins." I began explaining, as I looked over the tools on the metal table, "Pinkie Pie and Apple Bloom like making cupcakes, but I'd rather eat muffins. Nellie and Sammie are good at making other pastries. Éclairs and shortcakes are their best!"

"Why do you need me to make muffins?" She asked in a timid tone.

"Pinkie Pie told me to pick a number out of a jar, and your number came up." I answered. My shaking made my wrist nudge a knife, knocking it to the ground, "Oops! Oh no..."

"Derpy, what do you mean 'number?' I still don't understand!" She shouted.

"You have the special ingredient I need," I explained, putting the knife back on the table,"You're my first pony though, so I'm a little nervish. Please don't be mad at me if I mess up."

Roseluck began yelling for someone to help her, but no pony did.

"Oh, don't yell! It makes me more nervish!" I told her, pleading for her to calm down.

"Do you even know what you're doing, you retard?!" She shouted at me.

I flinched with tears welling up in my eyes. I lowered my head, so my bangs shadowed my eyes, "I'm going to start now..."

I picked up my scalpel. Roseluck struggled, but her efforts were wasted as I tried my best to carve a circle around her cutie mark.

Roseluck screamed and started sobbing.

"Stop! STOP!!" Derpy whimpered, but my hand jerked and I accidentally cut through the stem of Roseluck's mark.

"Pinkie Pie!! Nellie!!" I wailed.

I collapsed to the ground, hugging my knees close to my chest. My wings and tail hugged around me and my face in my hands, as I cried.

*Meanwhile, Upstairs in the Café...*
Pinkamena Diane Pie's POV.
It was quiet in the café. That'll give Derpy what she needs with her first victim. Right now, Applebloom and I were stocking the shelves. Sammie and Nellie were cleaning the kitchen.

While mopping the sugar off by the back door, Nellie shivered and froze. I've seen this before, whenever Ellie senses something wrong, or feeling another pony's emotions. It's a family traits to sense and do things other Earth Ponies can't.

I call Nellie's gift a 'Winkie Sense'. A blend of 'wisp' and the family nicknames. It starts with a shiver running down her spine, her Cutie Mark of three wisps moving, then a random reaction afterward. Right now, she's frozen.

"Ellie, what's wrong?" Applebloom asked.

"Someone is distressed. Nervous and upset." Nellie answered.

Before I can ask who, a familiar voice cried, "Pinkie Pie!! Nellie!!"

Nellie gasped, "Ditzy!"

She ran to the door and galloped down the stairs. I quickly followed after her and my eyes widen with worry and shock.

Derpy was curled in a ball, crying. Nellie was stroking her mane in a soothing manner.

I ran up to my friends, "Derpy, what happened?"

"I..." Derpy gasped, sobbing. "I... d-did... it... wr-wrong...!" She looked at me, her eyes trying to focus on me, "I m-messed up!!"

I stroked her back and assured, "It's fine, Derpy! It's your first time! No one's perfect!"

"B-but I w-wanted to d-do it on m-m-my own this t-time!!" Derpy wailed.

"I'll help you today and you can take another shot at it next time," I offered, then asked, "Is that okay?"

Derpy wiped her eyes and nodded, giving me a weak smile. I smiled back.

"Pinkie Pie! Ellie!" Roseluck shouted, "What are you two doing?! Why are you teaching her these things? She doesn't know right from wrong, she's too stupid to know what she's doing!"

Nellie looked at Roseluck with a solemn look, but her eyes screamed with anger. She walked up to the tied up gardener pony and, suddenly, ripped her Cutie Mark all the way off with a swift move.

Roseluck shrieked in pain, looking down at her bleeding flank.

"You have no right to call Ditzy stupid..." Nellie told her in a calm whisper, "She's smarter than anypony I've known..."

"Nellie, she also said I was a... 'retard'." Derpy told her with an angry pout.

I gasped. Nellie punched Roseluck across the face with her right fist, giving her a black eye.

"You dare..." She hissed in her calm, raspy voice, as the entire cellar grew cold and an aura of darkness radiated from her body.

Yeah, Quartzite Marble Pie is very scary when she's peeved. Never get on her bad side.

I ran to the bottom of the stairs and called up, "Applebloom! Samantha!"

The door opened again and the little filly came trotting down, followed by the sapphire unicorn.

"What's wrong? What happened? Why is it cold down 'ere?" Applebloom asked in an urgent tone, shivering on the last question.

Nellie remained unmoved, but her stare turned murderous, as the aura intensified.

"Oh boy..." Sammie grimaced.

I pointed to Roseluck, "Roseluck called Derpy a retard."

Apple Bloom gritted her teeth, as she slowly approached the trapped pony, "Well, that wasn't very nice..."

"How can you say that?" Sammie asked, folding her arms.

"Apple Bloom?! Sammy?" Roseluck screeched, "You're part of this too?!?"

"Of course I am!" said Apple Bloom happily. "I've gotta earn my cutie mark some how!"

Sammie shrugged, "Someone needs to keep an eye on Ellie." The whispers into Rose's ear, "She's not the most stable of all of us. She can kill with a stare."

Roseluck started crying.

Applebloom took a look at Derpy's tools, "We need to punish you for hurting our sweet Derpy."

She chose a small hand axe and held it up, ready to swing--

"Wait!" Derpy cried, making Applebloom stop in her tracks.

Applebloom, Sammie and I looked at her. Nellie blinked back to reality and looked at Derpy too. The cellar returned to normal temperature and the aura was gone. Derpy stood up and slowly walked to Applebloom, taking the axe from her.

She turned to face Roseluck, "I'm going to do this on my own like I said I was."

"D-Derpy!" Roseluck sobbed, as Applebloom, Sammie cheered, and Nellie smiled, "Please, you don't know what you're doing!"

"I know just what I'm doing!" Derpy screamed, "I may not understand so good, and I may not talk so good, but I do know that I am going to chop you into bits and make you into muffins."

An evil grin grew on her face and she narrowed her crossed eyes, "Didn't I tell I love muffins?"

"You're going to kill me!" Roseluck cried, struggling violently.

"Yup," Derpy grinned, and she swung the axe, chopping off her left arm.

Roseluck screamed even more as Applebloom rushed forward with a bucket to catch the blood.

"I'M NOT STUPID!"

Derpy swung again and chopped off her right ear.

"I'M NOT A RETARD!!"

She threw the axe to the floor, breathing hard and grabbing her scalpel again. She walked over to Roseluck's other Cutie Mark and managed to carve a neat circle around the rose. Roseluck was breathing heavily, sobbing still, her voice hoarse from screaming.

"Alright, Derpy!" I cheered with a smile, "That was a perfect Cutie Mark cutting!"

Derpy smiled and nodded, "Thanks Pinkie! I'm glad to do good! I'm not nervish anymore!"

She gave a small dance, her hooves clacking on the cement floor. Then she suddenly slashed a deep cut in Roseluck's chest. It started to bleed freely.

Derpy gasped and covered her mouth, "Oh sorry! I'm so clumsy. Lemme make you better!"

She took a needle and thread and started sewing the wound shut very roughly. Roseluck winced, shaking her head back and forth desperately.

"Oops! Clumsy me! I messed up."

Derpy cut the wound again, slicing the stitches, then started sewing it back up.

"Oops!"

She repeated this process a few times before just giving up and jabbing the needle right into the gash.

"I just don't know what went wrong!"

"Hey Derpy," Applebloom, called, "I've got something special for you!" She held up a large pair of plyers, and Derpy took them.

"What should I do?" Derpy asked.

"Whatever you want!" I answered with a bounce.

"Ditzy, I have an idea." Nellie spoke up with a grin. She walked over to our friend, and whispered something into her ear. It was so quiet, I couldn't make it out. I should have called her 'Linkie Pie', instead of 'Shinkie Pie'.

(A little reference to a character who also lets his actions speak louder than words. :derpytongue2:)

Nellie stepped away from Derpy. Derpy gripped the plyers and grinned, "Yeah. I wanna play dentist!"

She started ripping out Roseluck's teeth one by one with the plyers. The teeth landed on the floor with a little tink sound. Once Derpy was satisfied, she dropped the plyers and started chucking the teeth at Roseluck as hard as she could. They left scrapes and welts on her body.

"Derpy..." said Roseluck weakly. "Please..."

Derpy pulled a lever to rotate the table to stand vertically. Then she turned away from Roseluck and started kicking her repeatedly with her back hooves. There were cracks as ribs were broken, and large bruises began to form.

"Careful, Derpy," I told her. "We don't want to damage her organs too much!"

"Okie dokie lokie!" Derpy saluted, then started kicking Roseluck's legs, breaking them in several different places.

I smiled and turned to my friends, "I'm so proud of her! It's like having a little sister!"

"She's just as insane as we are." Nellie grinned in delight, her eyes not leaving Derpy and Roseluck.

"You sure did teach her good, Pinkie Pie!" Applebloom told me with a smile.

Finally, Derpy ceased her kicking, Roseluck's legs resembling a couple of strangely shaped sticks. Roseluck was still crying, but didn't even bother to scream or plead; she was too weak.

"Pinkie, should I finish up?" Derpy asked me.

"If you feel you've had your fun!" I answered.

Derpy fluttered briefly with happiness, and then took her scalpel again. She cut two horizontal lines, one below her ribs, and one above her pelvis. Then she connected them with a vertical cut straight down the middle.

"Don't you want to numb her first?" Applebloom asked.

"No." Derpy answered, opening up Roseluck's abdomen, "I want her to hurt lots. She called me stupid."

"Revenge!" I sang, "It's best served in muffins!"

Apple Bloom came forward with her bucket and held it up for Derpy, who started pulling organs out.

"We return to the story of Lively Liver and his friends," Derpy started, pulling out the liver.

"Bad Bladder and Sad Stomach form a new plan to make Lively Liver very sad."

She pulled out the bladder and stomach.

"They want to make Laughing Lungs think that Lively Liver stole her favorite dress! This makes Laughing Lungs not laugh so good, and Lively Liver keeps telling her that he didn't do it! Playful Pancreas knows Lively Liver wouldn't ever do such a bad thing and tries to prove that he is good."

"And down comes Kind Kidney to tell that Bad Bladder and Sad Stomach do bad, and all the other organs know the truth. Helpful Heart comes over to make happy again, teaching them all about friendship and honesty..."

Derpy dug out the remaining organs, including the heart, and dropped them into the bucket. As Roseluck's head lopped forward, Derpy finished, "The end!"

"I think we've got everything we need!" Applebloom spoke up, holding up the bucket.

"No, we still need to skin and debone Roseluck and collect the rest of the meat," I chirped in.

"Oh yea!" Applebloom nodded.

"Did I do good, Pinkie Pie?" asked Derpy me nervously, bowing her head and putting her ears back.

I gave her a huge hug, nuzzling her, "You did fantasterific!" I giggled, "I'm making you my new little sister! I love you, Derpy!"

"Yay! I have a sister!" Derpy exclaimed, overcome with giddiness.

Nellie threw her arms around her as well, "Make that two sisters, Ditzy."

"Now let's get to work," I spoke up, holding up a knife. "We gotta make those muffins!"

Payback

Eleanor Carter/Quartzite Pie's POV.
I was just making my way to SugarCube Corner, humming a little tune to myself. I walked to the back of the counter and took the stairs down to the dark cellar. Pinkie was already down there, getting everything ready for today's victim. And it's my turn to carve him open.

Our victim today is a pegsus stallion with a lavender-bluish coat with a scruffy grey mane and tail. His Cutie Mark was a rainbow of purple, orange and yellow. Just looking at this stallion makes my heart burn with rage and I want to punch him in his smug face. But I restrained myself.

His name was Spectrum. He used to attend flight school with Ditzy. And he was part of the bully group with Golden Snitch.
Pinkie turned to me, "You ready, Nellie?" I nodded my head, "I've got to go see Applejack, but I'll be back by the time you're done. You can handle this, right?"

"You can count on me, Pinkie. Take your time." I answered with a small salute.

Pinkie Pie waved and bounced up the stairs, out of the basement. I examined the tools and began pacing, waiting patiently for Spectrum to wake up. Tonight's gonna be fun.

Nearly twenty minutes have passed and Spectrum has regained consciousness. Note to Pinkie and Applebloom: Replace the sleeping drug with a dash of lavender and passion flower. Less time to wait for the play-mate to wake up.

"Good morning, Spectrum. Sleep well?" I greeted.

He opened his cyan eyes and looked around, "Where am I?" He asked weakly, then looked at me, "Who are you?"

"You don't remember me?" I asked, trying to mockingly sound hurt.

Spectrum stared at me. My pastel green coat was practically glowing under the dim light of the cellar.

"I... I went to school with you..." He answered, "You ran away..."

"Is that all you remember...?" I asked, my voice turning into a whisper.

Spectrum chose to not respond. My smile faded as I took a step back from him and put my hands behind my back.

"Maybe you'll remember this..." I lightened my voice and toughened my rasp to sound like a voice and sang,

'Ghostie, Ghostie,
Says she saw a ghost.
Freakie, Freakie,
You can't make toast.
Blank Flank, Blank Flank,
Her flank is old and bare.
Let's teach a lesson, if you wanna dare.'

Spectrum's pupils contracted and he began to struggle against his bindings.

"Quartzite Pie!" He exclaimed, "Uh... it's... nice to see you again..."

"My name is only Quartzite to family and friends.... You are not my friend..."I hissed, back in my normal voice, "You, Golden Snitch, Fire Bolt and Sunspot Storm thought it was funny to tease a filly with no Cutie Mark and claimed to be able to see the spirits of the departed." I narrowed eyes of murder, "But, now Golden Snitch is dead and I've earned a Cutie Mark of three wisps..." I showed him my Cutie Mark on my overalls, "Because I can speak, see and hear the spirits of the departed... Golden deserved to die."

"Okay, okay! I'm sorry I teased you!" Spectrum cried, trying to flap his wings, but there was barely any space to move them.

"No, you're not...." I walked toward him, "No one is truly ever sorry. You laughed at me, ignoring my tears. You hit me until I started bleeding. I never fought back, because my father told me not to. He paid the price for your tainted sins... You've even hurt Ditzy's feelings."

"Ditzy?" He repeated.

"Derpy Hooves." I answered, "I call her Ditzy because it sounds cute for her."

I grabbed a scalpel and held it up in front of his face, the blade about an inch from his nose. Beads of sweat started forming on his forehead as he stared at my weapon. I moved the scalpel away from Spectrum's face and kissed him on the lips. My tongue forcing his mouth and danced around his.

I could feel his dark stallionhood peeking out of its hiding spot, and growing against my abdomen. The little tease likes me, huh?

I pulled away and smirked, "You know, I used to have quite the crush on you, Spectrum. Now I realized why I did. You were just cute-looking...."

"No! Quartzite, no! Please!" He pleaded.

I slapped him across the face, "You have no right to call me Quartzite!"

I carved very slowly around his rainbow Cutie Mark, as the stallion howled in pain. Blood dribbled from the cut and down his leg, staining his coat. Once I was done with the circle, I slowly and carefully peeled the skin away from the muscle. Spectrum was actually shedding tears at this point. I repeated the same procedure with his other flank.

When I was done, I wiggled them in front of Spectrum's face, "Who's the 'Blank Flank' now?"

"Quartzite, let me go!" Spectrum huffed, his body trembling from the pain, "Just... just let me go and I'll... I'll leave Cloudsdale! I'll move far away from Ponyville and won't ever bother you or Derpy again!"

I set the Cutie Marks on the table, for Ditzy's new scarf. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Spectrum. I need you to make cupcakes and muffins." I turned to him, "Also... Payback's a bitch."

"You're actually going to kill me and bake me in muffins?!" Spectrum shouted, not wanting to believe his ears.

"Yup." I answered, as I set my scalpel on the metal side table. Then I grabbed Pinkie's favorite hacksaw. You can tell because the hand is painted pink.

I turned to the tied-up stallion and smiled, "Tell me something, Spectrum. Are you a good flyer?"

"Y-y-yes..." He answered.

"Not anymore." I grabbed one of Spectrum's wings and started sawing through it violently, splattering blood all over me and Spectrum's cheek.

I licked the blood from my mouth. Spectrum tasted very sweet and spicy. Like cinnamon. He'll make perfect cinnamon pastries. He screamed like he'd never screamed before, struggling with the pain and clenching his teeth.

"Aw, you sound like a little filly!" I giggled, when I sawed the wing completely off. I moved to his other wing and sawed it off as well.

Then she set both wings aside and smiled at Spectrum, "Now you're just like me."

"Q-Qua-Quartzite..." Spectrum gasped, his face soaked in tears.

I slapped his face again, "I told you have no right to call me that name."

I examined my table of implements, debating on what to do next. Spectrum let out a soft, defeated wail, hanging his head. I noticed the hot coals Pinkie had set up. An idea hit me, as I smiled with delight. I took a long, thin, metal rod and set it in the coals to heat up.

Hmmm.... I need something to protect my hand from getting burnt. I looked and adjusted my glasses. I smiled and found a very dirty old cloth to hold the rod with. She returned to the table and set the cloth down, grabbing two unfamiliar metal objects.

They were bent at each end so they looked like giant, dull staples. I forced Spectrum's mouth open, and as he tried to wriggle out of my grasp, I shoved the metal objects on either side of his mouth, forcing it to stay open. I giggled, grabbed a pair of pliars in one hoof, the cloth in the other, and finally retrieved the red hot rod from the hot coals.

Spectrum started whimpering as I grabbed his tongue tightly with the pliars, pulling it out as far as it would go. Then I slowly, with great suspense, brought the hot rod closer and closer...

The stallion let out a high pitched scream as the white hot metal came in contact with his tongue, sizzling as it burned the flesh. I gave him a maniacal smile, pressing the rod against his tongue as firmly as she could.

When I saw the rod made from red to an iron black, I threw the rod away and jerked I the plyers hard. There was another blood curddling scream from Spectrum as his entire tongue was ripped out. He sobbed, blood flowing from his open mouth.

"You want your mouth shut now?" I asked soothingly.

Spectrum didn't answer, just continued to sob. I smiled kindly, taking the metal things out of his mouth. I watched him closely. Spectrum looked at me with hope his eyes. Hope? There's no such thing a hope anymore!

I laughed like a mad scientist, going on all-fours and bucking the pot of hot coals at Spectrum. He screamed as each rock collided with his body, leaving scorches in his fur and skin.

I clapped my hands, "Whoohoo! Wonderful! What lovely fireworks!" I cheered.

With another giggle, I skipped around the room to let off some excitement. I started singing a little song that I've been writing for the past few weeks, during my free time.

Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness,
I need to calculate what create my own madness.
And I'm addicted to your punishment, and you're the master,
And I am waiting for disaster.
I feel irrational, so confrontational!
To tell the truth I am
Getting away with murder!
It isn't possible, to never tell the truth!
But the reality is I'm
Getting away with murder!

"Come on, Spectrum! Sing along!" I encouraged.

Spectrum's puffy eyes started to close very slowly.

"Oh no!" I gasped, as my blood ran cold with worry.

I took a syringe filled with adrenaline and injected it into Spectrum's arm. His eyes burst open, and he gasped, coughing as he inhaled a lot of blood.

I smiled, "There we go! You don't wanna miss the party!"

I walked over to my little table, scanning it over and trying to decide what to use. I frowned, as I realized I was getting bored with simple scalpels and knives. I looked around, what else has Pinkie got that'll be fun to use?

I walked over to a large tool box that Pinkie Pie kept in the basement, and started going through drawers to find something new.

I gasped and screamed like a girl getting the gift that she always wanted. I reached in and grabbed a spool with some shiny silver thread on it. Twine.

I was humming Pinkie's "Smile" song to herself, as I cut four long pieces of twine and laid them carefully on the floor. Then I explored the vast basement again and managed to find a dusty old yoke in the corner, which she pulled back into my working area.

I began tying all four sections of twine to the yoke, but I suddenly felt a hot sensation from my hand. I looked and found that I accidentally sliced the skin of my left palm. I inspected the wound, and saw that it was bleeding much more than a cut that size normally would've.

I licked the wound clean and smiled wide at Spectrum. I tasted like lemon and lime skittles. Sweet and sour.

"Pinkie must have sharpened the twine!" I exclaimed, "We won't have trouble playing with it!"

Once I was done tying the twine to the yoke, I started tying the other ends to Spectrum's limbs. He groaned in fear, unable to speak clearly without his tongue. It was no use, however. Soon the twine was tied to his upper arms and both his thighs.

I slid the yoke onto her neck, under my scarf and started slowly walking forward, away from Spectrum. I looked behind my shoulder at him, seeing he was wincing and struggling. A smile grew on my face as I gave a sharp tug. There was a shriek of pain from the stallion, which made my smile widen.

Ditzy and Pinkie would had loved to see this.

With a piercing scream of a laugh, I started running as fast as I could, the twine being pulled taut as a result. Spectrum's blood curdling wails could barely be heard over my laughter, as I continued running. The table that Spectrum lay on was firmly bolted to the stone floor, so it stayed perfectly in place.

The twine began to cut into Spectrum's flesh, blood seeping out at a surprisingly fast rate. He was yelling in pain, just wishing it'd be over. At this point, he didn't care if someone helped him or not, he just wanted it to end.

I turned and pulled with all my might. Spectrum's screams became hoarse as his throat burned in pain. The agony on his limbs increased as the twine started cutting into the bone, and he suddenly threw up onto his chest. It was mostly blood and bile. He shut his eyes tight, panting and writhing as he heard cracking sounds...

With one final burst of speed and strength, Spectrum's limbs broke off of him, and I ran headlong into the wall. I hit my head and fell back onto the cold floor and lay there for a moment. That's gonna give me a headache in the morning.

After a minute, I opened my eyes and the throbbing was gone. I got back to my hooves and I saw the arms and legs of the stallion lying on the floor in a puddle of blood. I noticed Spectrum slowly losing consciousness again.

I quickly ran to him and slapped him awake. "Not yet, Spectrum." Spectrum looked at me, "Since you're my first stallion, how about we give your friend a good farewell."

I leveled the table to a forty-five degree angle. I took off my overalls and white underwear, until I wore my shirt, gloves and scarf, leveled myself over Spectrum and kissed him. Good thing I was 5 foot 11 inches tall. His stallionhood grew and stiffened to the point the it was pressing against my abdomen, throbbing and vein-y. Ready to be released.

I grabbed his cock and guided it into my wet flower. I gasped as it entered through my walls and reached the opening of my womb. I bounced my hips up and down, in rhythm of Spectrum's hips. My walls massaging his growing and thickening horsecock. I quickened my pace for about five minutes. He closed his eyes and was beginning to grit his teeth, as if he was trying to fight back.

His stallionhood throbbed like a quickened heartbeat. Close already?

He grabbed my scarf with his teeth and pulled me close. His slammed his cock into me, and I gasped in pleasure and ecstasy. He shot ten gushes of hot semen into my womb, expanding my belly to look like a baby bump.

I smiled and climbed off him, getting dressed again, I guess it's time to harvest now."

I gave Spectrum a shot of the numbing agent and used a rag to clean up the vomit from his chest. Once the area was clear, I grabbed a scalpel, sliced him open and began pulling out organs.

The last organ to fly into the bucket was Spectrum's heart, which stopped beating in a matter of seconds. Spectrum's eyes were still open, but they were blank and listless, staring into nothing. I giggled, picking up the bucket.

"I had fun with you today, Spectrum!" I bowed, "Thank you for your contribution!"

With that, I carried the bloody bucket up to the kitchen where Pinkie Pie was waiting. While I was cutting up the organs, Pinkie went down into the basement to skin and cut up Spectrum's remains. When she returned to the shop with the meat, she smiled at me.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "You did a great job, Nellie!"

"Thanks!" I replied "You what they say. What goes around, comes back around stronger..."

That same creepy grin grew on my face, and Pinkie Pie returned it with a terrifying smile of her own. We laughed as we made the muffins, celebrating a job well done.

I guess insanity runs in the family too.

The Pies Reunited

The ponies of Ponyville whispered to each other in frightened tones as three strange mares slowly made their way down the street. Some ponies even hid in their houses, watching them with apprehension.

The three newcomers were so... intimidating and... well... scary.

One pony had dark slate colored mane and tail, grayish coat, and violet eyes. Her mane hung over one side of her face, slightly obscuring one of her eyes. She wore a light purple cardigan over a dark t-shirt and a pair of black pants. Her cutie mark was some kind of Geode.

The second one had a silver-grey mane and tail, a dull lavender coat, and listless yellow eyes. She wore a white buttoned shirt under a pair of dark grey overalls. Her cutie mark appeared to be a gold nugget.

The last mare was the creepiest out of the three. Her mane and tail were a very dark midnight blue, and were so long, they almost reached the ground. Her mane hung over one side of her face, completely hiding one of her dark green eyes, which were sunken in slightly and surrounded by dark, sleepless shadows. Her coat was a much darker grey than the first pony, and had a blue tinge to it. She wore a dark bluish grey dress with a black sash around her waist and black fingerless gloves. Her cutie mark was a lock.

All three of them were earth ponies, and aside from their dark appearance, it was their facial expressions and the way they carried themselves that freaked out the citizens of Ponyville.

The first mare held her head up high, her heavy lidded eyes looking cold and apathetic, and she had this wide, creepy smile on her face. She walked with a slight strut.

The second was also smiling, but it was smaller, almost a smirk. She looked very mean as her eyes glared around at the onlookers they passed by. She held her head in a way as if she was ready to attack somepony at any second.

Finally, the darkest pony made no eye contact with anypony. She stared at the ground as she trudged along. Her hair just barely swept the ground as she moved. However, she wasn't walking like she was shy or depressed, but more like she was full of hatred and malice.

They stopped, and the ponies all held their breaths. Finally, the first mare walked over to Berry Punch, whose eyes were wide and her lip trembling.

"Excuse me." She called in a low but intimidating voice, "Do you happen to know where we can find a pony named Pinkie Pie?"

Berry Punch trembled and pointed her hoof down the street, "S-S-SugarCube Corner." She stuttered, "Down the st-street and to th-th-the l-left... Can't miss it..."

The strange pony tilted her head with that terrifying smile, "Thank you."

She rejoined the other two as they continued to the bakery. Berry Punch looked as though she was going to faint.

Eleanor/Quartzite's POV.
It was a quiet day in Ponyville. Pinkie Pie, Applebloom, Samantha, Ditzy and I were in the back room, playing with Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake, while Mrs. Cake was baking some pies.

Suddenly, there was a loud clang from the kitchen. Pinkie Pie looked up.

"Stay here, okay?" She told us.

Applebloom, Samantha, Ditzy and I nodded. She trotted into the kitchen. Mrs. Cake staring at the door. There was silence, until Pinkie's jaw dropped.

Suddenly, she suddenly screamed, "INKIE!! BLINKIE!!! It's been so long!!!!"

'Inkie' and 'Blinkie' laughed, hugging her back tightly. I got to my hooves and joined my pink cousin and Mrs. Cake.

I saw Pinkie hugging two mares out of the three that have entered the café. All three looked familiar to me. An all grey in a light purple cardigan and black pants. A darker grey in a buttoned shirt and overalls. And an all dark toned in a dress and gloves.

"We missed you so much, Pinkamena." The mare in the overalls smiled softly, using Pinkie's real name.

Only a small group knows Pinkie's real name. And they're members of her family.

"Ooh! I missed you too!" Pinkie Pie cried. She looked at the mare in the cardigan, "You guys haven't changed a bit!"

"Nope..." The mare shook her head, "Not at all..."

Then Pinkie turned to the third mare. The one in the dress. Mr. Cake joined his wife, watching with confusion.

"Who's this?" Pinkie Pie asked.

I narrowed my eyes at the three mares. I gaze turned to the dark mare. She was replaced by a younger filly in the same colors, wearing a grey sundress. Recognition hit me. I knew these three mares. My cousins!

"Obsidian... Limestone... Marble..." I gasped with a shocked expression.

The dark mare looked me and shared my shock, "Quartzite!"

Pinkie turned to me, "You know her, Nellie?"

Marble and Limestone grinned wide.

"Pinkie, meet our oldest sister," Limestone told Pinkie, "Obsidian 'Minkie' Pie."

Pinkie Pie stared at Obsidian for a few seconds, absolutely shocked. Then she suddenly gave a great gasp, "WHAT?!?!?"

Obsidian didn't flinch, but slowly raised her head to stare at her pink sister. She didn't seem to need to blink.

I walked around the counter and hugged my dark cousin, "I can't believe it. You're alive."

I felt Obsidian throw her arms around me.

"Can we go somewhere to talk?" Marble asked, "We got loads to tell you..."

"Of course!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed with a nod.

She lead us to her room upstairs. Once there, she leapt onto the bed, bouncing slightly. Obsidian, Marble and Limestone looked around at the brightly decorated room.

"You really Pink-ified it up, didn't you?" Limestone laughed. Pinkie and I giggled.

"So! Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Pinkie encouraged excited, "Sister? How'd you find her? Where's she been? How come we never met? When--"

Marble put a hand over Pinkie's mouth to silence her, "Chill."

She climbed onto the bed next to Pinkie. Limestone sat in an ice cream cone shaped chair. Obsidian and I simply sat on the floor.

"Alright. Blinkie, do you want to tell it, or should I go for it?" She asked her younger sister.

"I'll tell it!" Limestone quickly volunteered, "Alright, so this is what happened..."

Inkie Pie and I had just got back from selling cupcakes. We decided to sell rather than just give them away. We had also started making pies, cakes, pastries... the works. So we were walking around the farm before mom and dad put us to work, which we quickly grew to hate after you left, when we saw a pile of rocks... well, I know there were tons of piles of rocks, but this one looked as though it had been pony made. The reason we were suspicious is because one of the rocks seemed to have fallen off the pile, revealing a piece of old wood.

We approached it and started taking down the pile. Eventually, we discovered a door to a cellar. Mom and dad never told us we had a cellar, so obviously we were curious. We opened it up and descended the stairs.

It was so dark we could barely see our hooves in front of our faces. We coughed as heavy dust rose from the wooden stairs as we stepped on them, and there was a horrible smell of mold. As we got lower and lower, (it was an extremely deep cellar) we heard a faint voice that scared the cutie mark off of us.

"Mama?" said the voice. "Is that you? I'm cold..." Inkie Pie and I looked at each other, then we practically ran down the rest of the stairs. It was pitch black, but we could see a dark shape on the floor.

"Hello?" I said hesitantly.

"Who are you?" said the soft voice.

"Who are you?" said Inkie Pie.

"My name is Minkie Pie." When we heard that, we were terrified.

"Pie?" I said. "What..." I felt Inkie Pie dart forward. I tried to stop her, but I couldn't see through the darkness. I hesitantly followed her, both of us kneeling down next to the shape.

"Who are you really?" Inkie Pie said in a gentle voice.

"Please save me..." said Minkie Pie. "I'm cold and hungry... it's so dark... I've been down here for so long..." Inkie Pie stood up quickly.

"Blinkie Pie, stay here. I'll be right back." Before I could say anything, she ran back up the stairs. There was a painful silence, which was broken by a very soft cough from Minkie Pie. I was too shocked to say anything to her.

Eventually, Inkie Pie came back down with some sort of fabric. She tossed it onto the pony.

"Hurry, put that on," she whispered urgently. "Put the hood over your face. We need to move quickly, okay?"

"Where are we taking her?" I asked.

"To the cave," Inkie replied. "But we need to go without being seen. Blinkie, can you pile the rocks back up on the cellar door?"

"Yes," I assured her. Without another word, we dashed out of the cellar. Once outside in the sunlight, all I could see of the pony were about an inch of her hooves. The cloak Inkie Pie had put on her hid her very well.

While they ran off toward the cave, I quickly, but carefully, rebuilt the rock pile. Once I was finished, I tore after them, running faster than I've ever ran before.

I entered the cave and saw Inkie Pie stroking the mysterious pony's mane. She was laying on one of our torture tables, shivering as she tried to get warm in the cloak. Her shadowed eyes were closed, and she looked so weak and frail, it was almost like she was minutes from dying. I joined Inkie Pie by the table, and Minkie Pie weakly looked at us.

"Thank you..." she said in that same soft voice.

"Who are you?" I asked. "Why did you say your name is Pie?"

"I... I think I'm your sister." We were blown away. How could we not have known about a third sister?

"Why were you in that cellar?" Inkie Pie asked.

"When I was a very young filly, barely able to talk, mama and papa started to not like me," Minkie started. "I couldn't say much, but I could understand most of what they were saying. They spoke to each other, saying I was strange.

"When I got a little older, it got worse. I suppose they didn't like the things I said or the way I acted. I was quiet, but when I spoke, I'd speak my mind. I also didn't have a filter, so... when I was mad at them, I told them I wish they'd die. I meant it, but if I knew any better, I'd have kept it to myself. They'd see me outside when I was supposed to be working, mutilating the trees with sharp rocks.

"One day, mama saw me accidentally cut myself on one of these rocks. She came forward to help me, but... I kicked her and started mutilating myself with the rock. I don't know why, but it satisfied me. It was the only time I smiled.

"Then I overheard my parents talking about me. Mama said I must've been sent by the devil, that I wasn't right. Papa said that they couldn't kill me because that would be wrong. So they cleared out the cellar that used to be house mama's jars of home made jam and forced me to live down there. I was given a small pillow and a thin sheet, nothing else.

"Every three days, mama would bring me small bits of food. I could only tell when it was day because of the small crack in the door where the sun shined through. If it rained, I had to try and find something to stand on because the cellar would start to flood. Winters were horrible. I'm surprised I'm still alive.

"I tried to escape every day for nearly a year, but nothing worked. The rocks sitting on the door were too heavy, so I couldn't break through. I lost all my will after awhile, and decided that I was going to live the rest of my life locked up... and I'd die right there in the cellar. After that thought, this cutie mark showed up." Minkie Pie pulled up the cloak to reveal her flank. There was a mark shaped like a lock. "I only noticed it because I saw a dim flash. I decided to walk up the stairs to see if I could shine some light on it, and... there it was...

"Destined to remain locked up forever, I curled up in my sheet and cried. I cried nearly everyday until, after a few years, all sadness left me. I didn't feel anything but cold and hunger. I never moved unless I had to go to the bathroom in the bucket that mama emptied out each time she fed me. I never saw papa again, never heard his voice... and that's how it's been all these years..."

When Minkie Pie ended her story, mine and Inkie Pie's faces were wet with tears. We had been softly crying as she spoke, completely horrified at our sister's experience. We hugged her tightly, trying to give her the love she should've had all her life. After awhile, Inkie and I curled up on the table with Minkie Pie under the cloak and fell asleep, our bodies giving her warmth.

We woke up in the evening when we heard mom calling for us. We promised Minkie Pie that one of us would sneak out to bring her food and blankets, and that we'd decide what to do in the morning. Inkie Pie and I were rather cold toward our parents after that, and we didn't even eat. That was partially because we were so disgusted, and also because we wanted to bring the food to Minkie Pie.

After we all went to bed, Inkie Pie snuck out with a rucksack on her back full of things to help Minkie through the night. She was the one who went because she was darker and would be less likely to be spotted in the night.

The next morning, we rushed off to the cave before mom and dad even woke up to make sure Minkie Pie made it through the night. To our relief, she was fine. She even looked a little better. She started asking us about our lives, and we told her about you, which led to us telling her about our baking. Let me just say that she was intrigued.

We spent the whole day with her, even when our parents called for us. Minkie Pie started getting her emotions back, but they were filled with hatred and resentment toward our parents. We didn't blame her.

Then she said she wanted to make cupcakes.

Pinkie Pie's eyes were wide, dried tears clinging to the fur on her cheeks. She looked over at Obsidian, who had her head hung. Under her mane, which was covering most of her face, you could see a wicked smile.

"So what happened?" asked Pinkie Pie in a hushed voice.

"Pinkie..." Marble started, "The three of us killed our parents."

There was silence. Pinkie's mouth was agape, eyes expressionless, body tense. Limestone reached into her saddle bag and took out a small box, handing it to Pinkie Pie.

"We brought this for you." She told her.

Pinkie Pie slowly took the box and opened it. There was a lone cupcake. Pinkie Pie's lip trembled as she took out the cupcake, staring at it. Just then, her shaking lips slowly curled into a smile.

"This is their cupcake?" She asked in a whisper.

"Completely made by Minkie Pie," Marble explained, "Of course, we had to teach her the other ingredients and how to work the oven, but the way she handled mom and dad was superb."

"Well, after that much hatred, I'd expect nothing less!" Limestone smiled.

Pinkie took a large bite out of the cupcake, chewed, and then smiled wider.

She looked at me, "Nellie, try it. It's delicious!"

Pinkie gave me the half-eaten cupcake. I took a bite and chewed. A smile of delight grew on my face.

I turned to Obsidian, "This is amazing. Great job, Minkie!"

"Thank you." Obsidian gently replied, still smiling evilly.

Marble looked at me with wide eyes, "You know about the secret ingredients?"

Pinkie took the rest of the cupcake. I nodded, "I had my first victim two weeks ago." A smile grew on my face, "I guess it runs in the family."

When Pinkie Pie finished the cupcake, she hopped off the bed and ran over to her newly found sister and gave her a huge hug. Marble and Limestone joined them, and together they embraced in a group hug, reunited at last.

"Welcome back to the family!!"