Pinkamena X

Pinkamena sat in a chair in her lair beneath Sugarcube Corner. She was seated at a desk with a bunch of pictures and drawings of different kinds of traps and weapons and equipment. She picked up a picture and pinned it to the wall behind the desk. A picture of Berry Punch. She then sifted through a mess of papers until she found one she liked. She grinned and stuffed it into her mane. Afterwards, she left the desk and walked along the wall, passing by various doors. Pinkamena had vastly enlarged the basement of Sugarcube corner. It now had tons of rooms and hallways. There were even some hidden passageways to various locations throughout Ponyville. She arrived at one of the rooms and entered. The door creaked open and she flicked on the lights. The room lit up, revealing a strange torture device. It was a wooden chair with arm rests that reached the floor. Where the forelegs and back legs would be were a series of small holes. On the arm rests were leather straps. She trotted over to it and checked the straps, making sure they were on good. Pinkamena then looked at the back of the chair. It reached up high and was connected to the ceiling. There were some kind of empty tanks near the ceiling above the chair on either side. They were attached to the ceiling with a hydraulic. Pinkamena pulled one down and then back up again, testing it out. She smiled and walked around the device, inspecting it. After seeing it was all set, she left and made her way back to the desk.

"Everything's set. Now, all I need is you." she said, glancing at the picture of Berry Punch on the wall.

Berry Punch finished brushing her teeth and spit the toothpaste into the sink. She then flossed. When she was all done she left the bathroom and headed outside. She then made her way to a nearby house and knocked on the front door. A brown mare answered.

"Oh. Hey, Berry." she said. "What's up?"

"Nothin' much, Ginger." said Berry. "I was just on my way to Sugarcube Corner for something sweet to eat. Care to join me?"

"Right now?" asked Ginger. "Like... right now, right now?"

"Sure." said Berry with a smile. "Why not?"

"It's just that... I'm kind of busy right now. Got some things I need to do around the house."

"Don't worry about that. Take a break, come with me, and I'll help you with your chores afterwards."

"All right." said Ginger Snap. "Just let me do something real quick."

"All right. Don't take too long."

"I won't" said Ginger, heading back into her house. She came back about thirty seconds or so later. "I'm ready." she said said, closing the door behind her.

"You sure?" asked Berry.

"Lead the way, Berry." said Ginger.

The two left Ginger's house and headed for Sugarcube Corner.

Pinkamena opened a drawer on the desk and pulled out a file folder with Berry's name on it. she opened it and looked through the pages. They contained all the info on Berry. Her likes. Her dislikes. Where she goes at what times. Where she lives. Her friends. Her enemies. Even her deepest fears. She had a folder for everypony in Ponyville. A bell on the table rang, signaling Pinkamena that a pony had entered Sugarcube Corner. She closed the file and headed upstairs. The pink mare closed the basement door and rounded the corner, stopping. There, at the counter, was Berry... and Ginger. Pinkamena scowled and quickly trotted downstairs. She went back to her desk and opened the door. She rummaged through the folders until she found Ginger's. Pinkamena pulled it out and slammed it on the desk, opening it. She flipped through the pages, reading up on Ginger. She then found a picture of a torture device and stuck it in her mane. Afterwards, she quickly trotted upstairs to see Mrs. Cake handing Berry a bag. The mare thanked her and turned. Pinkamena took a deep breath and put on a smile. She then trotted over to Berry.

"Hey, Berry." she said happily.

"Oh." said Berry, turning around. "Hey, Pinkie."

"Leaving without trying my special pie?" asked Pinkamena, knowing that pie was one of Berry's favorite foods.

"Pie, huh?" asked Berry. "You sure do know my weakness, Pinkie."

Pinkamena turned around and grinned. "Wait right here. I'll be right back."

She trotted off, leaving Berry and Ginger alone.

"You and pie." said Ginger. "Unbelievable."

"What?" asked Berry. "It's good."

Ginger rolled her eyes as they saw Pinkamena approaching them, carrying a tray on her back. On that tray was a delicious looking pie. Pinkamena trotted up next to a table and tilted her body, letting the pie slide off onto the table. She then removed the tray and set it aside.

"Dig in." she said, smiling.

Berry and Ginger sat down at the table. Pinkamena watched them take a slice and begin eating. She looked over and saw Mrs. Cake watching them, smiling. The pink mare trotted over to her.

"It's nice to see you making food for your friends, Pinkie dear." said Mrs. Cake.

Pinkamena grinned. "You know what? I'll think I make you something, too."

"You would?" asked Mrs. Cake. "Thank you, Pinkie Dear."

Pinkamena headed into the kitchen. "Don't mention it."

Mrs. Cake watched as Berry and Ginger ate the pie. She loved to see others smiling about as much as Pinkamena used to. But, suddenly, the two seemed to get tired. She was about to say something when she felt a tap. She turned around to see Pinkamena holding out a glass of what appeared to be juice.

"What's this?" asked Mrs. Cake.

"It's mixture I came up with." said Pinkamena, holding it out. "Go on. Try it."

Mrs. Cake took it and tasted it. "It's good."

"I'm glad you like it." said Pinkamena.

Mrs. Cake kept drinking until she felt lightheaded.

"Whoa." she said. "I guess I drank too fast."

"Yeah, I'm... sure that's it." said Pinkamena taking the glass.

Mrs. Cake collapsed to the floor, unconscious but not dead. The pink mare then turned to Berry and Ginger. they had passed out as well, their heads resting on the table. Pinkamena grinned.

"Show time."

Berry slowly opened her eyes and let out a moan.

"Wh-what happened?" she moaned.

She looked around but couldn't see a thing. The only thing she knew was that she was in a chair. Berry tried to wiggle her forehooves but found them strapped down. She began to sweat and whimper. She tried flailing about but all four of her legs were strapped down.

"What's going on!" she cried.

Just then the lights turned on, blinding her briefly. She let out a groan.

"Aw... too bright?" asked a voice.

"Huh?" asked Berry. "Who's..." She paused when her vision returned. "Pinkie?"

The pink mare was standing in front of the door.

"Hello, Berry. Did you enjoy the pie?"

"What's going on?"

"You'll find out soon enough." said Pinkamena. "I guarantee it."

"Is this some kind of sick joke?"

Pinkamena trotted up next to her. "Oh, I don't think you'll be laughing." She paused. "Me, on the other hoof..."

"Let me go!"

Pinkamena punched her across the face. "Shut up."

Berry let out a yelp and coughed. "What was that f--"

The pink mare punched Berry in the chest, causing her to lose some air. She began gasping.

"Ah, this is too much fun."

Berry had her head hung, blood dripping out. "Wh... why?"

"Why?" asked Pinkamena.

She grabbed Berry's head and forcefully tilted it backwards, causing Berry to look upwards. The scared mare saw that there was a tall back to the chair. Something was attached to the top.

Pinkamena got in Berry's face. "Because it's fun. Pure... and simple."

"Just let me go." she pleaded, whimpering. Her eyes were filling with tears. "I won't... I won't tell anypony. I promise."

"Oh, a victim's promise don't mean shit to me, Berry." She let go of Berry's head and stepped back.

The mare began crying. "You were being so nice to us." She stopped crying and gasped. "Ginger." She looked at Pinkamena. "Where's Ginger?"

"She's alive... for now."

"For now?" asked Ginger. "Y... You're gonna... k... k..."

"Kill her, yes." Pinkamena finished. "And?"

"Oh, shit." whispered Berry.

Pinkamena grinned. "You're not in any different a position, Berry."

"What?" Berry whimpered.

"Do you think this is an ordinary chair?"

"I... It's not?"

"Oh, no. It's one of my... special... chairs. Built especially for mares like you."

"What does it do?"

Pinkamena took a deep breath. "Well... there are a series of small holes in the chair. They're about the size of a quill tip. You can't see them because they're under your back legs. There are also holes in the arm rests."

"What're the holes for?"

"I'm getting to that part." said Pinkamena impatiently. "If you fail to do what you're supposed to do, a spike shoots up out of the hole."

Berry went wide-eyed. "How many holes are there?"

"Let's see... There's about 30 for each foreleg and 30 for each hind leg."

"S-sixty?" asked Berry.

"Congratulations. You can do math."

"SOMEPONY HELP!!!" yelled Berry. "HELP!!!"

Pinkamena walked behind the chair, picked something up, and emerged on the other side holding a wine bottle.

"And now the game begins." said Pinkamena.

She reached up and pulled down a tank. It was attached to the ceiling by a hydraulic. Kind of like a periscope on a submarine. There was a long straw attached to it. Pinkamena took the wine bottle and poured its contents into the small tank through a hole in the top. She went around back again and emerged with a booze bottle. She pulled down another small tank and repeated the process, humming to herself.

"What's that for?" asked Berry.

"I know how much you love drinking. Wine. Booze. You'll drink anything." She positioned the straw in front of Berry's mouth. "Now... here's the game. You must drink all the contents from the tanks. For--"

"All of it?" asked Berry. "But that's like--"

"5 gallons each. Who gives a shit? Anyways... for every 5 seconds you don't drink, a spike will impale you at a random location. You can live if you drink all 10 gallons."

"You're insane!"

"Better start drinking." said Pinkamena smiling.

She pushed a button and a mechanical ticking sound could be heard.

"What's th--"

She was cut off as a spike shot through her hind leg. She let out a scream and quickly put her mouth to the straw with the wine and began drinking.

"Good girl." said Pinkamena. "Drink."

Berry kept drinking until she felt the need for air. She stopped and took a quick breath before returning. After a while the taste became overwhelming and she had to stop. Then, another spike shot up, impaling her left foreleg. She let out another scream.

"YOU MISERABLE B--"

Another spike shot up, impaling her right kind leg. She screamed and resumed drinking. This went on for a while until she had finished the wine. She had fifteen more spikes impaling her. She felt lightheaded as she quickly moved over to the booze.

"Only 5 more gallons to go."

Berry whimpered as she began drinking. She soon felt as though she was going to throw up. Not like this, she thought. Not like this. Pinkamena watched, grinning as Berry's sips started to slow.

"Come on, Berry. You're doing so well."

Berry stopped drinking as she vomited all over her lap and the floor. Another spike shot up, impaling her left foreleg. She screamed again. Her forelegs and hind legs were covered in blood. As well as the floor around her. Berry was too drunk and sick to drink any more. Spikes continued shooting up, one after the other. Pinkamena let out a sigh of disappointment.

"Now you're not even trying."

After all the spikes had impaled Berry's legs, she slowly looked up at Pinkamena.

"I hope... you fucking die."

Pinkamena giggled. "You're the one that's dead, little miss potty mouth."

"Rot in... Hell..."

Berry let out a few gasps for air before she stopped breathing entirely. Pinkamena placed a hoof on Berry's cheek.

"Hush now, quiet now." she sang, closing Berry's eyelids. "It's time to lay your sleepy head..."