Pinkamena X

CAST
Pinkamena / Twilight --- Pinkamena666
Scootaloo --- NightSoul

Scootaloo slowly awoke, her back and head still throbbing from the fall. "Mmm..."

"Oh." said a familiar voice. "Look who finally decided to wake up."

Scootaloo slowly opened her eyes. "Wha...?"

The foal was lying on the floor of the basement near Pinkamena's desk.

"Ready for your punishment?" asked the mare, kneeling down and lifting the foal's chin up with a hoof.

Scootaloo looked at Pinkamena with sheer terror as she shook her head.

"No?" asked Pinkamena. "So you believe disobediance should go unpunished?"

The filly tried to back away from Pinkamena. Pinkamena wrapped a hoof around Scootaloo's neck and raised the knife up in front of her.

"Answer the question."

"I-I please dont hurt me!" she started out

"ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!" Pinkamena yelled in the foal's face.

"I DON'T KNOW!" she sobbed.

Pinkamena let out a yell as she threw Scootaloo to the side. The filly cried out in pain.

"You're so weak." said Pinkamena. "You disgust me."

"P-Please! I'm s-sorry! Don't hurt me." she whimpered.

"I'm afraid your apologies fall on deaf ears, Scoots. You see... I frankly don't care whether you're sorry or not. The point is... you done fucked."

Pinkamena reached into her mane and pulled out the box of matches. She took one out and trotted over to the foal. Kneeling down beside her, she swiped it on Scootaloo's foreleg, lighting it.

"Now hold still." said the mare, raising the lit match.

The filly froze in fear. "P-Please"

Pinkamena grinned. "Hold out your foreleg."

The filly did as told, slowly. "Don't..."

Pinkamena slowly moved the match towards the underside of the filly's foreleg. Scootaloo nearly pulled her foreleg back but knew that it would be a horrible idea. Pinkamena waved the match under Scootaloo's foreleg. The foal could feel the heat but it wasn't burning her skin.

The filly whimpered till she couldn't take it anymore. She pulled her hoof away. "Ah!"

Pinkamena pulled Scootaloo in close and raised the match close to her eye.

"What's the matter? Can't take the heat?"

"N-No, it hurts!"

Pinkamena brought the flame to her arm and touched the match tip to her skin. She pulled the match away, leaving a burn mark.

"See?" she asked. "Nothing to it." The filly just looked at it in horror "NOW GIVE ME YOUR ARM!!!" yelled Pinkamena.

The bell on Pinkamena's desk suddenly dinged, signaling Pinkamena that there was a visitor.

"Shit." she said in a normal tone.

"Wh-What was that?" the filly asked

"A visitor. And I think I know who it is, too."

"Who?"

"Twilight." said Pinkamena. "She's come to check on us. How nice."

The filly just looked at the ground. "w-what are you gunna do?"

"We're gonna go up and say hello."

"W-We?"

"Yes, we." said the mare. "Is that a problem?"

Scootaloo looked at the ground. "N-No."

"Good." said Pinkamena, throwing the match away and heading to the stairs. "Come on."

Scootaloo followed slowly. Pinkamena trotted into the main area, stopping when she saw Twilight. She looked down at Scootaloo.

"Remember what I said, Scoots." said the mare. "Play along."

"Y-Yes, ma'am."

Pinkamena trotted over to Twilight. The unicorn smiled when she saw them.

"Hey, girls." she said.

Pinkamena sat down at a table near her.

"Hey, Twilight." she said as Scootaloo sat down next to her. "Take a seat."

Twilight sat down. "So, how are you, Scootaloo?"

"M-My back still hurts... but I'm ok." she lied.

"That's good to hear." said Twilight with a smile.

"So, what's the status of the accident?" asked Pinkamena.

Twilight's expression turned into a sad one. "They recovered a body."

Pinkamena reached up to her mane for her knife, acting as though she was scratching her head.

"It was burnt horribly. The skin was..." She paused as she began to gag. "It was horrible. You two were lucky to have made it out."

"Is that so?" asked Pinkamena.

"Yeah." said Twilight. "Seeing as how you three were in the same room."

The filly flinched slightly at that.

"You okay Scootaloo?" asked Twilight.

Pinkamena eyed Scootaloo, as if to warn her to keep her mouth shut.

"Fine, Twilight. Just dont feel good..."

"Sorry to hear that." said Twilight. "Is Pinkamena taking good care of you?"

"Y-You know Pinkie..." The filly found it in her to smile just a little.

"Mmm. That I do. Having fun?"

"Y-Ya. Lots..."

Pinkamena smiled. "She's fun, too. Just needs to work on listening," she said, rubbing Scootaloo's head playfully.

Twilight smiled. "You'd make a great foalsitter, Pinkie."

The filly nearly flinched away from the pink mare. Instead, she nuzzled her with a weak smile so Twilight would think she was happy.

"Take care of foals while their parents are away, huh?" asked Pinkamena. "Sounds like fun."

Twilight smiled. "Well, it's good to see you two are doing well."

"Thanks for checking on us, Twilight." the filly said sincerely.

"Don't mention it." said Twilight, getting up. "See you two later."

Pinkamena nodded once, as if to say bye.

"Bye."

Twilight gave another smile before leaving. Pinkamena let out a sigh.

"You did good, Scoots."

"Th-Thank you?" the filly questioned, hoping it meant she was off the hook.

"Now, come on. We've got some unfinished business to take care of."

The filly whimpered and followed the mare.

"B-but." stammered Scootaloo.

"What?" asked the mare. "Did you think I had forgotten about your punishment?"

"Y-You said I did good." the filly weakly argued.

Yeah, and?" asked Pinkamena. "You still disobeyed quite a few times at Clover's place. Or did you forget?"

The filly looked down. "N-No..."

"And you didn't kill Clover." The filly stayed silent. Pinkamena leaned in close. "Why?"

"Sh-She was begging me not to... I-I-I just couldn't."

"So... you really are a chicken."

"I'M N-not a chicken." she nearly yelled but caught herself.

Pinkamena pulled out the knife from her mane and stabbed the table in front of Scootaloo. She pulled her hoof back, leaving the knife in the table.

"Prove it." she said.

"Wh-What?" she asked, confused.

"Prove you're not a chicken."

"How?"

"I want you to carve a simple drawing of a chicken into your arm. Doesn't need to be detailed."

The filly stared at the knife, thinking.

"And it doesn't need to be deep, either. A simple cut will do."

The filly pulled the knife loose and put it to her right foreleg. She looked at Pinkamena for approval.

"Ah, so you're left-hoofed, huh?" she asked. The filly nodded "Then go for it. Make me a chicken you chicken."

The filly pressed the knife into her arm, making the first cut.

"Aww." she whimpered, but kept going.

Little by little she carved a light set of cuts that was close to a chicken, whimpereing the whole time. Pinkamena smirked.

"That's a nice self-portrait, Scoots."

"I-I'm not a chicken..." she muttered, nearly finished.

"Let me ask you something." said Pinkamena, turning her gaze to the table and resting her forelegs on it. "What's stopping you from killing me?"

"You're stronger and faster than me..."

The mare smiled. "That's true. But you have the advantage with the knife, so what is it? Is it fear? Or do you actually like hanging with me?"

The filly thought for a second then chucked the knife at Pinkamena's face and bolted for the door.

"Buck it!" she yelled.

The mare pulled the knife from her cheek and threw it at the foal's back leg.

"Ahh!" she screamed as it hit, just barely cutting her. It only slowed her down. "No no no no no no no no no--"

Pinkamena dove from her chair and charged at the foal, tackling her just before she could reach the door. The mare picked up Scootaloo and slammed her against the wall, holding her in place. Blood poured from the slit in her cheek.

"I've trained myself to ignore the pain and take it. And I'm very good at it. But I'm not gonna lie... That fucking hurt." she said, spitting blood from her mouth.

The filly clenched her eyes, waiting to be killed.

"Fuck my life." she muttered under her breath.

"Oh, the worst has yet to come, Scoots."

She threw Scootaloo into a nearby chair, causing it to break. She rag-dolled across the floor, yelping in pain. Pinkamena trotted over to her and stopped, staring down at her. The filly stared back in fear and regret for not making it out

"You know I half-expected you'd actually try that." said Pinkamena.

She picked up the filly and slammed her onto the table. She went and got the knife, then returned to the filly.

"Oh, shit..." the filly whimpered, trying to stand again.

Pinkamena held her down on the table.

"You're lucky the Cakes are asleep right now or I'd have to kill them, too."

The filly kept trying to get free. Pinkamena flipped Scootaloo onto her stomach and brought the knife to where her wing was attached to her body.

"I wonder..." she thought aloud

"Wh-What are you doing!?"

"If you can't fly, why do you have wings? I think they're a waste of space and need to be removed. You?"

"NO!!! MY WING JUST HAVENT GROWN IN ALL THE WAY, PLEASED NO!!!" she sobed out

Pinkamena let out a laugh and removed the knife from the foal. "I'm just screwing with you, Scoots. How would I explain your missing wing to Twilight?"

The filly let out a breath of relaxation, despite her situation.

Pinkamena looked outside and saw that it was dark. She then looked back at Scootaloo.

"What do you say to a nice, relaxing nap?" asked the mare.

"O-Okay." was about all she could get out, still breathing kind of heavy.

"Come on, then." said Pinkamena, positioning herself so Scootaloo could climb on.

The filly reluctantly climbed onto the pink mare's back

Pinkamena stuffed the knife back in her mane and pushed the broken chair down to the basement. Once she locked the door and stashed the broken chair, she entered a room directly to the left of the stairs. It was a bedroom with a big, comfortable looking bed. Pictures of torture devices hung on the walls as well as a coupke skulls. She let Scootaloo off on the bed and locked the door. She then slimbed into bed.

"Come on, Scoots. Nap time."

The filly lay there next to Pinkamena. As she slowly started to slip into sleep, she subconsciously pulled herself closer to Pinkamena before passing out completely.

The mare smiled and slowly wrapped a hoof around her.

"My little helper." she said, yawning.

Scootaloo closed her eyes, too, soon falling asleep.