Pinkamena X

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Pinkamena / Featherweight --- Pinkamena666
Scootaloo --- NightSoul

Scootaloo was having a pleasent dream just before she woke up. She refused to open her eyes as she remembered the last day.

"I-It was all a bad dream..." she whispered.

"Well, well, well." came a familiar voice from close by.

The filly froze. "Oh, no." she whispered.

"Finally awake?" The filly felt a hoof run through her mane.

"It's a dream." Scoots whispered desperately.

"A dream?" asked the voice. "I'd say it's more of a nightmare."

Scootaloo opened her eyes and saw nothing but pink fur.

"Sleep well?"

Scoots tried to wiggle free of Pinkamena's grip. "I-I guess..."

"Hey, calm down." said the mare. "What's wrong? Don't like my company?"

"Y-You... You..." she babbled.

"I what?"

The filly couldn't find words as she kept wiggling away.

"Fine." said the mare, pushing Scootaloo off the bed.

The filly yelped and hit the floor in pain from last night's punishment.

"You wanted to leave me." said the mare. "Kind of wish you had stayed in bed, right?"

Scoots sniffed. "Maybe..." she murmured.

Pinkamena crawled to the edge of the bed and looked down at the filly. "Did that hurt?"

"Yes..."

"Aw, well." said the mare, rolling onto her back.

Scootaloo tried to get up but her body still hurt so it took her a minute.

"So, who should we kill first?" Scoots kept quiet, not wanting to think about it. "Any ideas?"

"No." she called quickly.

"You hungry?" Scootaloo nodded. "Let's go upstairs." said Pinkamena, rolling off the bed and heading to the door. "Maybe Mrs. Cake'll make you something." She unbolted the lock on the door and opened it.

The filly followed Pinkamena up the stairs almost smiling. Pinkamena led the filly back up to the main area.

"Go find a seat." she said. "I'll join you shortly."

Scootaloo started to trot to a table.

"And don't make me chase you. It's way to early for that."

The filly cringed, but nodded and kept walking. Pinkamena approached the counter and began talking with Mrs. Cake. As Scoots walked she saw Featherweight nearby and sped up, hoping he wouldn't see her. Pinkamena looked over her shoulder to make sure Scoots was doing what she was supposed to.

Scoots was just passing feathers tabel when-

"Scootaloo?" asked the foal.

Scoots froze. "Y-Yes, Feather?" she asked dejectedly.

"What's the hurry?"

"No reason..."

"Hey, I... I was looking through some photos earlier, and..." He held up a photo of Scootaloo playing with herself.

"Put that away!" she hissed desperately.

Featherweight slipped the picture back into his saddlebag, grinning slightly.

"What do you want, Featherweight?" she groaned.

"Let's see... What do I wan-- Oh, yes. How about you have to do whatever I say?" Scootaloo just glared at him. "Or I could always show the pictures..." he said, reaching into his saddlebag.

"No!"

Pinkamena looked over her shoulder again, narrowing her eyes.

"So you'll do it?" asked Featherweight.

"What do you want me to do?" she mumbled.

"Let's go for a walk."

"I-I can't go out right now." she said so Pinkamena could hear.

"You don't want me to show others these pictures, do you?"

"Just tell me what you want..."

"I already told you." said the foal.

Scoots looked at the counter and didn't see Pinkamena. "Fine. Let's go." she huffed, frotting towards the door.

Featherweight gathered the rest of his stuff in his saddlebag and stood up. "All right. Time for a walk."

Scootaloo opened the door for Feather, still wearing a frown.

"Cheer up." said Featherweight. "It's only a walk." he said with a grin. She followed him outside. "So, what's been going on with you besides what I've seen through my camera?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really? Nothing? Nothing at all?" She kept silent. "Sounds like you lead a pretty boring life." he said.

"Ya. And?"

"And that's why you have your... special alone times?" He chuckled. "Not enough fun in your life, you have to go make your own, right?"

"It's none of your business."

"You need to be a bit more polite, Scoots."

She kept quiet.

Feather moved a bit closer to her. "So, I hear you just survived a fire. That true?"

Scoots moved away a bit. "Y-Ya..."

"What was that like?"

"Painfull. I had to jump from a window and landed on my back."

"Yeah, I heard, uh... Pinkie was there. She help you escape?"

"Yes."

"She's probably the nicest mare I know." said Featherweight. "Wouldn't you agree?" Scootaloo kept quiet and made a turn to a back ally. "Where ya headin'?"

"What do you want from me, Featherweight" she asked missing his quston

He followed her into the alley. "What do I want from you?" He pushed her up against the side of the building and held her. He brought his face close to hers. "I think you know."
He was suddenly grabbed from behind and thrown into the side of the building on the other side of the alley. The impact knocked him out cold. Scootaloo just sat there, stunned, looking at the ground.

"I thought I told you to stay." said Pinkamena, standing in front of the filly.

The filly looked up in fear. "I'm sorry!" she whimpered.

"There better be a damn good reason for disobeying me, Scoots."

"H-He was blackmailing me."

"Who? Featherweight?" Scoots nodded. "I guess we found our next victim," Pinkamena paused. "This should be fun. Little ones are always more energetic."

The filly looked at Pinkamena with a look of horror. "Wh-What!?"

"You seem surprised."

"Y-You've done this to foals before?"

"Um... Yeah. Of course."

Scootaloo looked as if she was gonna be sick just at the thought. Pinkamena looked down at Featherweight's bag. There was something sticking out of it that caught her eye. She reached out a hoof to pick it up.

"NO!" the filly yelled, diving for the bag.

Pinkamena brought her hoof back slowly. "What's in the bag, Scoots?"

The filly froze with a red face before looking away. "N-Nothing..."

"Nothing?" asked Pinkamena, eyes narrowing as she grinned. "You're lying." Scoots' face just turned redder as she kept silent. "Let's see... Red face, blackmailing, lying..."

The filly tried to hide her reddening face. Pinkamena reached out quickly to grab the bag.

"No, don't look!" she cried, jumping for the bag.

The mare whacked Scootaloo, knocking her backwards onto the ground.

"Enough, Scoots." she said.

The filly didn't bother getting up but covered her head. Pinkamena reached into the bag and slid the pictures out. A sly smirk spread across her face.

"Oh, Scoots..."

The filly just whimpered. The mare picked up the pictures with her hooves. She then grabbed them with her teeth and tore them, letting the pieces fall to the ground.

"No pony blackmails my filly." said the mare, staring down at the pieces.

Scootaloo looked up at the pink mare in confusion. "What?"

Pinkamena looked over at Scootaloo, her stern expression not fading away.

"What what?" she asked.

"Y-You're not gonna taunt me? O-Or think I'm sick?" Scootaloo asked, unsure of herself.

"I never said that, you little slut. I just have a thing against evidence."

The filly's ears folded back as tears formed in her eyes. She stared at the ground.

"Cut the shit, Scoots. He'll be dead soon and nopony will ever know about this."

"You'll know..."

Pinkamena grinned. "So. Wouldn't you rather have me being the only one who knows. It's not in my best interest for any pony to find out."

Scootaloo kept quiet, but knew it was true.

"Now..." said Pinkamena, trotting over to Featherweight. She picked him up and flung him on her back. "Go back through the front. I'll meet you downstairs. If anypony asks about you and the voyeur, tell them he went home after your walk. Got it?"

"O-Ok, Pinkamena..." she said, starting back out the alley.

Pinkamena went around the back of Sugarcube Corner. She then flipped open a wodden door in the ground and headed down the stairs. The door closed behind her.

Scootaloo did as the pink mare told her and made her way to the basement door.

Pinkamena arrived back in the basement and headed to the desk with all the pony profiles. She dropped Featherweight next to her and headed up the stairs. She then unlocked the door and opened it. Scootaloo was there, waiting as she looked up at Pinkamena.

"Good job, Scoots." said the mare. "Come on down."

Scoots did as told and stepped down the stairs. The mare closed the door and locked it. She then followed Scootaloo down the stairs.

"Um... wh-what are you gonna do to him?" asked Scootaloo.

"What I always do..." said Pinkamena, heading to her desk. "with one exception." She opened the drawer and pulled out Featherweight's folder.

"Exception?" the filly asked uncertainly.

"I'm not the one who's gonna do it." She opened the folder and looked at Featherweight's fear. "You are."

"What!? B-But--"

"Scootaloo!" yelled Pinkamena, whipping around, her eyes narrowed. She began walking towards the filly. "You disobeyed me. You left the building. This is your punishment."

The filly tried to scramble back and away from the pink mare.

"I-I don't want to..." said Scootaloo.

Pinkamena stopped a couple feet away from Scootaloo, scowling as her facial expression became angrier.

"Get over here, Scootaloo. Now."

The filly just ever so slowly started to move toward Pinkamena.

Pinkamena glared at the foal, waiting for her to come over.

The filly finally made it to the mare. "P-Please don't make me..." she whimpered.

The mare continued to glare at the foal. "Are you refusing?"

The filly flinched away. "I-I..." she tried to choke out.

"ARE YOU?!" yelled Pinkamena.

Scootaloo just lay there, whimpering. Pinkamena roughly and forcefully kicked Scootaloo in the side, causing her to roll onto her back. She then pressed down on her chest with a hoof.

"ANSWER ME!!!" yelled the mare.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" the filly cried in pain.

"YOU'RE REALLY PISSING ME OFF, SCOOTALOO!!!" she yelled, pressing harder.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh-- I'll do it!" the filly cried in pain. "I'll do it! Please, stop! It hurts!"

Pinkamena removed her hoof. "GOOD!" She brushed her mane out of her face and sighd. "Get the foal and follow me."

Scootaloo sniffed but got up and picked up Featherweight. Pinkamena trotted quite a ways down the hall of rooms until she stopped at one. She then turned and waited for Scootaloo. The filly followed Pinkamena. The mare pushed the door open.

"Inside." ordered Pinkamena.

Scootaloo pulled the foal in and looked around. Pinkamena flicked the switch and the lights came on. There was a chair in the center with straps for the forelegs and hind legs. Next to it was a table full of sharp instruments.

"Set him in the chair." ordered the mare.

Scootaloo speachlessly nodded and tried to gently place the foal in the chair. Pinkamena scoffed and trotted over to the foals. She then forcefully shoved Featherweight into the chair.

"No need to be gentle, Scootaloo."

The filly looked away, tearing up. "K-Kay."

"Now get the straps." said Pinkamena, trotting over to the door and closing it.

Scootaloo slowly started to strap Featherweight in one leg at a time. Pinkamena went over to the table with all the sharp instruments. She then reached a hoof underneath and the table lowered so that Scootaloo could reach. Pinkamena pulled her hoof back.

"Now we wait." said the mare. "He should be waking up any minute."

"Wh-What do you want me to do?" the filly asked, eying the tools.

Pinkamena looked at the knives and scalpels and then back at the filly. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Y-You want me to k-k-kill him?" she stuttered.

"No. I want to have tea with him." Pinkamena snapped.

The filly looked at the tools. "Wh-Why do you need so many of them j-just to k-kill a pony?" she asked.

"It's variety, Scootaloo. If I want to slice a pony open, I use the scalpel. If I want to hack a limb off, I use the meat cleaver." She snatched a kitchen knife from the table and pointed it at Scootaloo. "AND FOR WHEN I WANNA PUNISH THOSE WHO PISS ME OFF," Scootaloo slightly recoiled away from the pink mare. "I use the good, old-fashioned kitchen knife."

Pinkamena lowered the knife. Featherweight let out a moan.

"And the fun begins." said the mare with a smile.

"Wh... Where am I?" asked Featherweight.

"Care to answer him, Scoots?" asked Pinkamena.

"Scoots?" asked Featherweight groggily.

"Y-You're in Pinkie's basement, F-Featherweight." she said sadly.

"Pinkie's... basement?" asked the foal.

"Y-Ya."

"Wh... Why?"

"B-Because I-I'm im supposed to... to..." She couldn't finish telling the foal.

"What's wrong?" he asked. The filly couldn't seem to talk. "Scoots?"

Pinkamena looked at the filly and smirked.

"T-To... to... to..." she just kept repeating.

Featherweight let out another groan. "H-How could Pinkie Pie's... basement be a bad thing, Scoots? She's the nicest pony around."

Pinkamena held a hoof to her mouth, trying to keep from chuckling.

"K-k-k-k..." the filly kept trying to say.

Featherweight tried to open his eyes but only get them a quarter of the way.

"Just say it, already." he urged.

"KILL YOU!" the filly finally squeaked out.

"WHA-- Oh... That's... not funny, Scoots. I know Pinkie. She's nice."

Pinkamena walked around to the front of Featherweight and stood next to Scootaloo.

"Pinkie. What's g--"

"I think you may need to prove it to him, Scoots." said the mare grinning.

"The filly took a step back. "I-I don't think I can..."

"Do it." said the mare sternly.

Featherweight tried to open his eyes some more. "What's she talking about?"

The filly didn't move. Pinkamena pushed her into the wall and held her.

"Pinkie!" yelled Featherweight in shock, his eyes shooting open. "What are you--"

"Dammit, Scootaloo. How many times must we go through this before you get it through that thick skull of yours?"

"Please, no! Don't hurt me!" she squealed.

"Hurt you?" asked Pinkamena. "I was thinking about stuffing you back in that straightjacket for a week."

The filly's eyes widened. "NO, PLEASE!!! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!!"

"THEN PICK UP A FUCKING KNIFE AND CUT HIM!!!"

"WHAT?!" yelled Featherweight in shock.

"O-Okay" the filly whimpered.

Pinkamena let her go and glanced over at Featherweight.

Scootaloo slowly moved over to the table with all the knives.

"What are you gonna do with those?" asked Featherweight, panicking and sweating.

"You know I've killed quite a few ponies in my time, Featherweight, but... not a lot of them have Agliophobia (fear of pain)."

Scootaloo picked up a kitchen knife then stopped and looked at Feather with a weird look. "Feather... what were you doing outside my window at 2 in the night to have gotten that photo?" she asked suddenly.

"What are you talking about?" asked the foal, still sweating from fear.

Scootaloo put the blade on Feather's chest. "How did you get that picture?"

"I t-took it with my c-camera. Like e-every other picture out th-there."

"And why were you outside my window at 2 at night?"

"Because I..." He took a deep breath. "I..."

The filly started to get mad and pressed the blade in. "Why?!"

"Because I have a thing for you!" he yelled. "I was... watching you... Every chance I got."

"Y-You what?!" Scootaloo squeaked, letting the knife slip, cutting the filly.

"AHH!!!" he yelled in pain. "GAH! I... I-I couldn't help it! I'm sorry!"

"Y-You you you!" the filly tried to think of what to say.

Pinkamena leaned against the back wall, watching and grinning.

"I'm sorry, Scoots! Let me go!"

"H-How long?" she asked.

"Uh... a while! I-I'm not sure!"

Scootaloo picked up the knife again and held it against the cut. "Did you take other pictures?"

"Uh... A-A-A-A f-few..." Scootaloo looked disgusted as she pulled the knife away a bit. "You're so c-cute, I couldn't help it!" He began crying a little. "B-but if it's any consolation... a few of them were in my saddlebag."

Scootaloo replaced the knife where it had been. "A few? Where are the rest?!"

"Th-They're at home in my room. L-Let me go and I'll give them to you."

"I-I can't."

"Wh-Why not?" he asked.

The filly looked back at Pinkamena "She won't let me..."

Pinkamena's grin grew slightly wider.

"Th-This must be some k-kind of nightmare. Some kind of karma for taking those pictures."

Pinkamena let out a laugh. "Ah, that's what every pony says. Especially you foals. This is not a nightmare, nor dream, I assure you."

Scootaloo pushed the knife down slightly cutting the foal. "I-I'm sorry."

"Ahh!!!" yelled Featherweight. "I don't blame you for being mad, Scoots... but this isn't right." Tears filled his eyes. "P-Please..."

"I-I can't." she whispered, looking back at Pinkamena.

"What has she done to you, Scoots? You're better than this!"

"I-If I stop, she'll hurt me again." said Scootaloo.

"Sh... She hurt you?" asked Featherweight.

The filly whimpered and nodded.

Featherweight looked at Pinkamena angrily. "How could you! She's just a foal!"

Pinkamean grinned. "Like I said... you weren't the first."

"YOU MONSTER!" he yelled. He looked at Scoots. "Please. You don't have to be like her. Stop now. Before it's too late."

"I-I don't want to di.e" she whimpered, slashing the foal's chest.

"AHHH!!!!" he cried. "You'd rather be a-a murderer?"

"Sh-She won't just kill m-me! Sh-She'll take h-her time." The filly put the knife on the foal's left foreleg.

Pinkamena laughed. "Face it, Feather. You're dead. I hope your last words with your parents were good ones."

Scootaloo slashed the blade down, cutting the foal again.

"AHHH!!! STOP!!! IT REALLY HURTS!!!"

Scootaloo couldn't take it anymore and tossed the knife away.

"No more!" she cried, starting to break down crying.

Pinkamena's grin turned to a scowl. "What?"

Featherweight let out a sigh of relief between heavy breaths.

"I-I don't w... want to do this anymore!" she sobbed openly.

"You don't want to?" asked Pinkamena, taking a step away from the wall.

Scootaloo just kept sobbing and curled into herself, rocking back and forth.

"No more. No more." she whimpered to herself.

"So you want others to find out about your alone times?" asked the mare. "You don't think he'll tell?"

"I won't. I promise."

"Maybe he'll keep on stalking you. Forever."

"I won't!" he protested.

"Face it, Scoots. He's obsessed. I know a thing or two about obsessions. They don't go away so easily."

"P-Please. Just no more!" the filly kept sobbing.

Pinkamena grabbed the knife off the floor and stood above the filly. She then knelt down. "What's wrong, Scoots?"

"P-Please. No more." she kept sobbing.

"Then you leave me no choice." said the mare.

She placed the blade on the filly's right foreleg and cut it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Scootaloo screamed in pain.

"That's one. For one mistake. Wanna go for two?"

The filly kept crying as she held her foreleg. Pinkamena cut her two more times on the other foreleg. The filly screamed and sobbed some more.

"SCOOTS!!!" yelled Featherweight. "STOP IT!!!"

"ONLY SHE CAN STOP IT!!!" Pinakmena snapped. "All she has to do is kill you."

"No more..." Scootaloo sobbed.

"That's three." She cut Scoots three more times.

"NO!!! STOP HURTING HER!!!"

"It's all up to her, Feather.

"Killing a pony is not easy! Give her time!"

"SHE HAS NO TIME!!! AND IN FIVE SECONDS, IF SHE HASN'T MADE A MOVE, I'M CUTTING HER FOUR MORE TIMES!!!"

Scootaloo didn't move. She just lay there, slightly whimpering.

"5... 4..."

Feather watched as the filly lay still, not moving. He began to sweat from fear again.

"3... 2..."

"No more..." Scootaloo repeated.

"1... Zero." She raised the knife. "Time's up."

"WAIT!" yelled Featherweight. Pinkamean looked over at him. "Wait." he repeated.

"What?"

"Let me speak to her before you do."

Pinkamena glared at him as she lowered the knife. "Make it fast."

Featherweight nodded and looked at Scootaloo. "Scoots? Can you hear me?" Scootaloo just barely looked up. "Just do it."

Scootaloo looked up. "Wh-What?"

"You have to do it." Tears formed in his eyes. "She'll kill you if you don't."

"A-At least A won't have to--"

"Scoots." Featherweight interrupted. "Just do it."

"How nice." said Pinkamena. "A sacrifice."

"It's the right thing to do. Especially after all I did. I just hope this makes up for it."

Scootaloo didn't move as she lay there, crying and twitching slightly.

"Scootaloo..." said Featherweight.

"That's it!" yelled the mare. "I'M SICK OF WAITING!!!"

"NO!!!" yelled Featherweight. "SCOOTS!!! DO IT!!!"

"SHE'S TOO AFRAID, FEATHER!!! FACE IT!!! YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO WATCH HER DIE!!!"

"NOW, SCOOTS!!! PLEASE!!!"

Slowly, Scootaloo started to get up. Pinkamena held the knife in the air, watching Scootaloo.

"That's it." said Featherweight. "You can do it."

Pinkamena lowered the knife and held it out next to Scootaloo.

The filly slowly reached out for the knife. "I-I don't want to..." she whimpered.

"You have to." said Featherweight. "I want you to. I don't want you to die."

She took the knife and slowly turned to Featherweight, raising the knife. "Dont want to..." she murmured.

A tear fell from Featherweight's eye. "Do it."

Scootaloo made a quick slash across Featherweight's neck, slicing it open.

She then she laid her head on his chest. "No more..."

Blood pooled from the wound and ran down his chest. "I'm sorry." he gurgled, right before his head hung limp.

"What an interesting turn of events." said Pinkamena. "Did not see this happening."

Scootaloo just lay there with her head slowly geting coated in Featherweight's blood.

"Well, you got your first kill, Scoots. Wasn't exactly how I wanted it to happen, but good job."

The filly didn't move or even make a sound.

"Well, say something. Don't you have anything to say?"

"No more... pain." she finally murmured.

"No more pain?" asked Pinkamena. "We've only just begun, Scoots."

"H-He's not going to feel any more pain..." she said, finally pulling her head up, still looking away.

"Right." said Pinkamena hesitantly.

Scootaloo looked over at the table with all the tools. Her eyes were glazed over slightly.

Pinkamena grinned. "What are you thinking about?"

She picked up a scalpel. "No more pain..."

"What are you gonna do?" asked the mare, her smile fading.

The filly just held the blade there, turning it back and forth. "He won't feel pain anymore."

"Yes." said Pinkamena, trotting up behind the filly. "That's what happens when you kill some pony."

"That's right. Dead don't feel pain..." she murmured.

"You feelin' okay? I suppose it be weirder if your first kill didn't mess with you a little."

"I can make the pain go away..." she murmured, slowly raisng the blade.

"What're you doing?" asked Pinkamena, eying the knife.

Scootaloo wordlessly raised the knife to her neck. "Make it go away."

Pinkamena quickly knocked her to the ground and kicked the knife away.

"I don't think so." said the mare.

The filly didn't fight back or resist even the slightest. She just lay there, staring at the knife.

"We have so much more to accomplish."

"But I want the pain to go away." Scoots murmured.

"Then you'll just have to get used to it."

The filly looked like she was gonna say something but started to pass out from blood loss.

"Stay with me, Scoots. What were you gonna say?"

"I... don't... rememb...." she murmured, dozing and fading away. "It doesn't... hurt."

Pinkamena watched her pass out. "Damn." She let out a sigh. "I never thought I'd have to save some pony." She picked up Scootaloo and set her on her back. "Let's get you to the medical room."

She turned and headed to the door, leaving the corpse of Featherweight in the chair.