Chocolate Frosting.

by WrathOfGod519

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Tragedy, Scootaloo, Random, Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life
Length: 8271

Haha you don't wanna read this.

Pinkie pie has a strange... 'hobby' involving baked goods, which she then sells to children and adults alike. What will Dash do when she finds out.

Warning, adult situations ensue. Especially chapter 2.

Published 2012-12-01 23:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-12-27 09:10:49 UTC

chapter 1

Authors note: This is a troll fic. Be warned. BE WARNED DAM YOU!

"You like it!" squealed Pinkie, "It's my brand new chocolate frosting, I just baked it!" Pinkie stared at her friend expectantly, eager to see the smile it brought to their faces.

"Why yes" said Twilight, "um...it's nice" squeeked fluttershy, chewing softly but making a sour face as her teeth crunched through the lumpy chocolate covered snack.

"Hey Pinkie, I ain't seen this before!" said Rainbow. "You used a new recipe, and you came up with it by yourself?" Asked Dash, analyzing the texture of frosting.

"EW, this one has lumps in it" cringed Scootaloo, looking down in disgust at the baked goods, this was not how she'd planned to take her lunch break.

"Now that you mention it, it does taste a bit off" interrupted Twilight, eyeing the frosted treats critically, "what'd you use to make it? There's lumpy bits... is it cereal or something?"

Ignoring her question she continued on,"Those are my special Raisins, you dummies!" Answered Pinkie, with a knowing smile plastered on her face. "Oh and a chef never reveals her super secret, super special ingredient!" she added with her bubbly voice.

"Oh come on, Pinkie!" Said Dash, "You can tell me! we are best buddies, right?"

"Nope!" pinkie said mischievously, "Chefs' secret!". And with that she bounced off towards the basement door. "Well see you girls later, I have to bake some more cupcakes for later, Cheerilee's having a field trip and I don't wanna disappoint!" The door creaked open and Pinkie disappeared into it's dark depths.

"Bye Pinkie" shouted Twilight as she saw the door shut, she still thought those ingredients tasted weird.

Pinkie had reached the bottom of the stairs and was now looking at various baking apparatus, happilly she trotted over and grabbed a few ingredients from the shelf. Jumping around she began dancing towards the oven and set the oven alight

"A bag of flower, sugar, and salt is all it takes to start!
But when pinkie makes her cupcakes there’s an extra special part,
I make sure the ingredients are right, yup I checked and double checked ‘em,"

Pinkie looked down at the assembled ingredients. After mixing them up in the bowl she dumped them into her frosting machine. The machine churned them up and added a little moisture to the mix, gleefully Pinkie pie reached down and took the frosting nozzle, which was used to spray the nearly completed chocolate frosting onto the bare cullanary goods, it was connected to the machine by a tube. She gleefully shoved the nozzle up her ass. (abruct enough for you?)

Then I take my tasty batter and shoot it up my rectum!"

Pinkie moaned as the sweet chololate frosting flowed up into her rectum, coating her insides with sweet frosted goodness. Immediatly the pressure started to build as the thick and creamy white mixture forced it's way through her small intestine. Already with a small bulge growing she started needing her stomach to push the cake batter deeper into herself, and mix it properly with feces contained within. She begin trotting in place and humming as she used herself as a living batter mixer.

"Then I dance around and mix them up in my ass
It's a great way to make cupcakes fast!
Then I bend over my mixing bowl for the extra special bit
Cuz when pinkie makes her cupcakes they are always full of shit!"

The pressure built and built until pinkie felt the need to stop the flow, her stomach was distended with shitty cake mixture and she moaned in extacy thinking of how she'd sell the diabolical mixture to foals of all ages, eagerly she began rubbing her swollen cake smeared cunt lips as she waddled over to the mixing bowl, struggling to contain the immense pressure in her bowls. She made it just in time as the once white now brown cake mixture burst forth from her anus and spilled messily into the bowl.

After a while the periodic bursts of shit encrusted mixing slowed to a stop and finally ceased, Pinkie turned with glee and inspected her creation. The once white frosting was now brown, small nuggets of shit stuck out of the mixture giving it a crunchy texture when cooked. Unable to deny herself, she stuck her hoof behind her tail and dragged it across her smeared ass cheeks and taint, procuring a large dollop of shitty cake mix. She brought the disgusting mixture to her mouth and licked at it seductively and began rubbing faster, her orgasm building.

"Shitcakes! Sweet and tasty shitcakes!
Hot and steaming shitcakes!
Above the rest they are a cut,
because I make them in my butt!"

Pinkie stopped her singing to shovel the mix into her mouth and chew slowly, savoring the gooey texture of the moist shit nuggets that were ever so lovingly infused into the batter. Finally after swishing it around a few times, she spat the now watery, spit covered diarrhea into the mixing bowl, this brought her to climax as she turned around and orgasmed into the bowl. "mmmmm The more the merrier" she breathed to herself. She got up and continued prancing, now picking up the bowl and carrying it towards the oven.

So If you’re feeling sad or blue
‘Cuz life can sometimes pain us
There’s just one thing that you should do,
Eat cupcakes from my anus!"

Pinkie finished her song and slammed the oven shut, smiling in delight whilst imagining the cringing faces of cheerlies class as she fed them her delicious baked goods. Turning she bounced forward only to collide with rainbow dash seconds later.
"And what have we here pinks? A little culinary shenanigans goin on?" she taunting slyly.

Pinkie froze in shock, then gasped "DASH! I- this isn't what it looks like-I-I Don't wanna go to jail!" just seconds later her mane snapped taught and she was blubbering pathetically, rainbow dash had clearly witnessed her little secret 'and now all my friends will leave me.'.

Dash cringed when Pinkie started wailing "WHOA WHOA WHOA calm down Pinks, shh" She put her hooves on either side of Pinkies face and made her look into her eyes"Look at me Pinkie, look at me, I'm not mad"

She sniffed and tilted her head in confusion "y-your not?"

"No Pinks, lets just say your not the only one with secrets..." She smiled and winked suggestively at her friend.

Pinkie blinked once, then her hair bounced back up and she squealed happily "YAY!- oh thank you Dash you don't know how great this is, you're such a good friend, how'd you like a free cupcake-no 5 free cupcakes" laughing she enveloped Dash in loving hug, then paused. "But I don't understand one thing?"

"What's that pinks" said Dash with her head still buried in pinkies mane.

Pinkie pulled back and looked Dash directly in the eye's, giving her an extremely rare serious look "Who else has a secret scat fetish?"

Dash face-hooved "I.. Pinkie it's me! I'm into this shit you- UGH Faust sometimes I just don't know wha-"

"HUUUUUUUUH!!!!" Pinkie gasped loudly before begging to bounce in excitement "You're into cake enema's too!?! This is fantastic, we can be Butt-buddies, and eat each other shit and- OH what's your favorite part about it DASHE huh huh?!?"

Ity took rainbow dash a few seconds to decrypt the rapid fire linguistics of pinkie pie and then articulate a reply, she grinned devilishly "My favorite part? The look on some foals face when you take a big steaming shit in their mouth... and then their angst when you tell them nobody will ever believe them!"

Pinkie gasped in joy "HUUUUH THAT'S MINE TOO!! oh wow rainbow Dash I never knew you had such fantastic taste in fetishes"

"Thanks pinks, but you know, for the longest time- Pinkie be quiet!... for the longest time, I've looked for somepony who shared my interests. 'nother thing is I've been saving this one little fucking annoying filly for a truly special uh... 'Occasion' I guess. Pinkie Pie, I'd be honored if you'd join me for this one"

Barely able to contain her mirth and giggling, Pinkie just managed to blurt out a "YES" while spasming around and dancing in place.

Dash adopted a rather sinister grin"Awesome".

5 Day's later:

Scootaloo sat in her home, the clubhouse, shivering and moaning softly. Ever since last week when Pinkie Pie gave them all free confectioneries, half the class had fallen ill. Normally a colt or filly would expect to be huddled up to a warm fire in the sweet embrace of ones parents. But not when your parents had died in a house fire, and especially not when that same house fire had also forever crippled your ability to fly. No, despite the freezing cold the thoughts of a warm fire did not warm Scootaloos heart, but rather left a bitter taste in her mouth and a dull ache in her heart... or maybe that was just the food poisoning.

Scootaloo once again lurched forward and dry heaved onto the wood, the rhythmic throbbing of her bowels making her squeeze her eye's shut in agony, it felt like knives were being thrust into her swollen abdomen, She'd already vomited what precious little food she could scavenge over in the corner. Finally the episodic dry heaving came to a stop and she collapsed onto the freezing autumn wood, completely spent. Sighing hopelessly, she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and curled back up into a small quaking ball of fur and feathers, bitter thoughts of how she'd not eat until she got better swam through her feverish mind.

Her eye's lazily trailed towards the window as she began to make out voices in the distance...
"-that's the best thing, she's orphaned and homeless so nopony will know she's gone!"
"wow Dashie you're one smart cookie!"
Scootaloo gasped and struggled weakly to her knee's in newly found excitement. Her idol and mother figure Rainbow Dash was here, she always got this warm, happy feeling in her chest when she talked to rainbow dash. She felt safe.

"Rainbow Dash!" she jubilantly bellowed in excitement "Rainbow Dash I'm up here" she got up and crawled over to the door.

Meanwhile outside Dash grimaced towards Pinkie Pie, "see I told you" she whispered "that little cunt always uses my full name, rather pathetic if you ask me..." their was some fumbling and with some great amount of effort scootaloo managed to pry open the door.

"Yo scoots how'd- ew" she stared down in disgust at the sick little filly. She was very pale and gleamed sickly with cold sweat, her bloodshot eye's sagged with black and she wore this tired, defeated look on her face that implied she'd suffered through great torment, despite this her face lit up in a great big smile, her wide eye's gazed upon Dash in amazement, hardly able to believe this was happening.

Nopony said anything as they stood there, scoots grinning sickly at the adults while Dash stared down blankly at the deathly ill filly. "you OK scoots? you look a little ill?"

Scootaloo's eye's bugged out in shock 'oh no, What if they take me to hospital? they'll find out! what if she finds out I'm homeless, she'll never take me seriously again, I couldn't take the pity if anypony ever found out.' Her eye's widened further 'what if everypony does find out! They'll be so mad at me for lying to them and... a-and I'll be sent back to The Orphanage'

"I'M FINE! ... I-I mean, I'm alright Rainbow Dash, just feeling a little bit under the weather... nothing serious or anything, I swear!" she added desperately.

Dash stared down at the small filly indifferently, completely uncaring as to what was ailing her. She steeled her mind for the sickening display that would need to take place next, and after all the effort it took to get Pinkie to be quiet she was not going to mess this up.

"Alright scoots, I *pff* I- totally believe you" drat so close. As much as she loved to see the little brats heart break she had to salvage this. "Alright, so your feeling a little down, how's about you come down to sugar cube corner with me and pinks, we'll cheer you up"

Scootaloo gasped in bearly contained excitement 'oh my gosh! oh my gosh! oh my gosh!' she repeated to herself manically, 'what are you doing scoots, calm down, Rainbow dash is waiting for an answer, don't screw this up' "... r-really?"

"Yea really, we could huddle up to the warm and... fuck what's the word, comfy fireplace and read daring do. Heck Pinkie'll even give you snacks too, sounds cool right?". As if to authenticate the point Pinkie grinned warmly and put her hoof around Dashes shoulder. It was a rather masterful display of deception that would make even chrysalis proud.

Scootaloo's jaw was slack in amazement and it felt like all her dreams were coming true, the warm feelings of bliss in her heart seemed to melt away the pulses of agony coming from her stomach "It sounds wonderful Rainbow Dash..." Dash fought to contain the cringe when she heard her say her name in full 'disgusting little waste of fucking space' she thought to herself. but through superpony efforts she managed to keep a smiling face.

"Sure it is, now hop on Pinkies back so we can get this show on the road" The little Pegasus yipped happily and tried to hop up, but was physically unable to jump, she was also too weak to climb onto Pinkies back.

Dash scowled impatiently 'Oh for fuck sake' she mentioned to Pinkie to pick the small filly up. Once up there Scootaloo wrapped her aching limbs around Pinkies midsection to warm herself up, she tried her absolute best to stop her shivering, but as the cold air blasted her side she found her quaking body would not, and could not stop. But she didn't care.

As they trotted down the chilly Autumn path, treading on golden leaves through the mild wind scootaloo buried her face into pinkies mane and tried to remember if their was ever a time when she was this happy. Pinkie turned to rainbow dash with a giddy smile, doing her best to remain silent as instructed.

Dash grinned back knowingly, just a hint of malicious intent flowing into her smile.

Chapter 2: Shit gets real.

The door to Sugar Cube Corner burst open. "Welp! Here we are!" pinkie cried jubilantly, kicking open the door and unceremoniously dropping Scootaloo on the living room couch in front of a fire. Dash trailed in soon after but stayed behind to see of anyone was around. Satisfied, she closed the door and flipped the sign to "closed", then bolted the door.

"Yo pinks, why don't you go set things up" she called causally to Pinkie.
Pinkie replied cheerfully with a salute, "Okie dokie loki", she bounced off towards the basement door.

Grinning Dash turned to the eager little filly.

The unwell foal was sunk into the sofa, cuddling a cushion. The sight disgusted Rainbow Dash. "So scoots... you live by yourself" she decided she'd start off with a sore subject to gets things going. The filly froze at that question like a deer caught in the headlights. Dash eyed scootaloo carefully as sauntered over to the couch and jumped onto the opposite end of the it, trying not to let anything slip through her facade.

The questing brought forth both a bitter ache in her chest and a maelstrom of panic "wha- NO- no my parents were.. out on business, I thought I'd just stay in the clubhouse because, well, y'know..... I mean-"

"Your parents are dead scootaloo, don't bullshit me." The shear coldness used by her idol shocked the sick little filly in on it'self. The numbness of shock was soon replaced by a deep, painful feeling of loss in her little heart. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, she was too shocked and overwhelmed by what her mother figure had said. The bitterly cold feeling in her chest threatened to over whelm her.

She took a deep breath and blinked back tears, lifting her gaze from the floor she stared into Dashes eyes, she was grinning ever so slightly. The sight and feelings of betrayal were almost too much. Silence reigned for a few seconds.

"I- wha- Rainbow Das-" She was quickly interrupted as Dash sprang up from her seat and snarled dwon at the diminutive filly.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE SHIT!!" She cast a hate filled glare down at the quivering filly before continuing. "Faust you have no idea how fucking infuriating that is, you really are a pathetic little waste of space. You know that kid"
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Scootaloo let out a sob, she was scared,confused and betrayal stabbed her heart like a dagger. Through her trembling lips she managed to ask "B-but W-why?"

Rainbow Dash laughed "Oh, you wanna know why?" she looked down at scootaloo with a sick sense of amusment.

She whispered venomously "Because I hate you" And with that scootaloo's whole world shattered, it'd felt like she'd lost her parents all over again. She began sobbing but Dash did not let up.

"I've always hated you, all you do is pester me, it's all 'Rainbow Dash can I watch you do tricks' or fucking 'Rainbow dash can you teach me how to do that', heh, you can't even fly you worthless piece of shit. And you never will".

After she was done venting Scootaloo let loose a wail and began sobbing uncontrollably, this then degenerated into a coughing fit as her cries irritated her inflamed throat. She felt like she was going to die of heart break.

"And I'm not the only one, everypony hates your guts, we all think it'd be best if you just up and killed yerself kid. I damn well wouldn't give a fuck."

By now scootaloo was a pathetically small ball of whimpering feathers and tears, she was curled up in a ball. Completely overwhelmed by the sense of despair. 'Maybe I should just kill myself' she thought miserably, she often pondered these things while alone in her tree-house at night. Her idol had just confirmed her worst fears.

Slowly she unwrapped herself and cast her bloodshot, tear stained eyes towards the pony she once adored most in the world. She sobbed, barely able to speak "R-r- Rainbow Da-" the world briefly went black as a blue hoof slammed into her jaw. When she regained focus she was met by the sight of a maliciously grinning Rainbow Dash sneering down at her. She felt the blood running down her face from the bust lip. Then it clicked, rainbow Dash had struck her. Through the pain of loss came a new overwhelming emotion. Fear. She was scared of Rainbow Dash.

Gasping in shock her threw herself off the side of the couch and clumsily onto the floor. Struggling to Get up she hobbled weakly over to the door, scrambling as fast as she could at nearly jogging pace. She pawed pathetically at the door and a wild panic set in after she discovered she did not have the strength to lift the bolt. Her frantic pulling on the door was interrupted by a blue hoof resting on her shoulder. Her ragged breath hitched.

Ever so slowly she turn around, a sense of overwhelming dread filling her. Dash grinned down at scootaloo, then slowly began lifting her hoof to the side.

"N-no ple-" The filly had managed to get at least a foot to the side before a blue hoof clocked her in the side of her face. She hit the floor like a sack of bricks and cradled her already swelling eye with both hooves.

Dash advanced on the whimpering filly, then she pounced onto her back and stamped her forelegs down onto the fillies back. Scootaloo's quaking excited her, she brought a hoof down on the little foal's back once again, which only reignited her desperate attempts at escape.

Scootaloo was in shock, gripped in an absolute panic. In-between her constant whimpers she frantically gasped for air, hyperventilating wildly. Then she froze. The wet maw of rainbow dash clamped down her her wing feathers, right next to the shoulder. She couldn't move even force herself to move for the next few seconds. Then she let loose a blood curdling scream. She sobbed hopelessly into the floor, through blurry mono-vision she could make out the orange and red blurs that were a mouthful of her bloodied feathers being dropped to the ground.

"When I say you won't ever fly, I fucking mean it kid."

Pinkie Pie bounced up the stairs, happy now that everything was set up. She paused at the top of the steps when she heard a quiet sobbing from the other end of the door, the lights had been turned off. Walking onward she came face to face with a grizzly sight. In the middle of the dark room, Scootaloo lay hyperventilating in a pile of her own bloodied feathers. Her bare wings were bent at unnatural angles and bloodied with thousands of tiny burning pin pricks where her feathers had been.

She cast her gaze to the side and saw Rainbow dash licking her hoof free of blood with a satisfied look plastered all over her face. "Awwwww Dash... why'd you go and start without me" she pouted.

Dash looked up in surprise and gazed apologetically at Pinkie "Whoa sorry pinks, I guess I just couldn't help myself" the disappointed look did not fade from pinkies face. "Hey look, I'll let ya have round two?".

"Yipee" the Pink menace jumped into the air, blowing a party blower. "Lets get party started-hearted" she bounced her way down the steps. Meanwhile the small filly did not put up a fight when Dash grabbed her roughly and slung her over shoulder. She was too weak and exhausted. Both physically and mentally.

Scootaloo could barely make out the creaking of the stairs through the numb state of shock she found herself experiencing, scared and with a dull agony in her back she was struggling to take in the current situation. Her eye's were clenched shut as if to provide protection from the bleak reality her life had become.

The firm shoulders of her once idol, which used to provide warmth and a feeling of admiration now only inspired a crushing dread and coldness within her heart. Yet she still could not let go, she still desperately wanted to believe beyond all rationality that this was some twisted nightmare, that it wasn't real. But deep down she knew it was hopeless, her idol hated her, everyone hated her. After all what use was a pegasus that couldn't fly.

The door creaked open into the dark basement and Pinkie Pie skipped ahead merrily. Scootaloo was knocked from her thoughts as Rainbow dropped her carelessly to the floor face first, further bruising her face and causing another small trickle of blood to flow from her nose. She didn't get up, only curl up into a ball and cry softly into her stomach, shivering upon contact with the freezing basement floor.

"Alright Pinks, why don't you go ahead and get started like we talked about, I'll be right here doin my thing".

"Sure thing dashie" Pinkie replied while hopping off to the corner and firing up the oven.

Scootaloo lay quivering, still sick with food poisoning she not only felt like shit but was shivering uncontrollably, already broken out in a cold sweat. She felt the presence of rainbow dash looming over her. Opening her eyes she beheld Dash's hooves in front of her face, they moved to cup her chin before bringing her face to face with her tormentor. Dash didn't say anything, she just stared smugly at the shivering filly with the bloodied wings on the floor and didn't break eye contact, it brought forth a foreboding dread in the small child.

"get up" she said coldly.

Too scared to resist she struggled weakly to her hooves which elicited a sneer from rainbow dash. "Your pathetic"

Again the filly locked her sad eye's with the mare she cherished so dearly "why..." she whispered in confusion, her voice laced thickly with despair and betrayal.

"Heh... because I fucking despise you kid" the shear amount of venom dash managed to inject into her voice was both impressive and wholly uncalled for, but she truly felt that way about scootaloo. "And I can't take your shit anymore you little cunt, I. Want. You. Gone".

Scootaloo couldn't help it, she involuntarily let loose a choked sob and cried "Why!" eye's clenched shut. A blue hoove smacked her face and sent her into the cold floor once again. She lay there weeping silently, unable to take a breath due to the sheer manic despair gripping her soul, her face scrunched up painfully in a way that almost captured her utter grief.

Rainbow Dash glared down at the filly "Can't you get it through your thick skull, I find you fucking repulsive you pathetic little waste" She bent down and whispered into the crumpled fillies ear "I. Hate. You". The cringing little ball of bloodied fluff coughed due to her grief stricken bawling. Dash struck the side of her head on reflex creating a gash above her eyebrow, the blood seeped down her face into her eye's, mixing with tears. She sobbed harder.

Dash reached out and put her hoof under the shaking fillies chest, lifting her up. Scootaloo yelped upon contact, thinking she was to receive yet more blows. Dash walked over to a nearby low-set bench and set the filly down. quickly she began securing her with rope so that her head was dangling off the side of the table. The crippled orange pegasi began to panic and struggle but was quickly quelled as dash struck her face and stomach, instead she resigned herself to her fate and lay there whimpering. When Dash was done, the rope dug painfully into her sides and chaffed horrible, she had tied it far too tight.

As her tormentor left, Scootaloo began hyperventilating in fear, she couldn't see well due to the blood and tears blurring her vision, and she had a nasty headache to boot. The rough texture of the wood rubbed harshly against her bloodied and bent wings causing her to go motionless, the broken bones were shredding the surrounding tissues as she thrashed back and forth, quickly teaching her to keep still. The only movement was from her chest as it heaved with sobs and sickly coughs. Her lungs and throat burned as she gasped for breath, her already raw throat thrashed by the relentless wailing and bawling that escaped her muzzle.

She went still, yet was unable to repress involuntary coughs as she heard the slow hoof steps coming closer, her foreboding sense of agonizing dread growing exponentially in proportion to the distance between them. Finally Dash stopped to the side of the table and dropped a single rusted jump lead in front of the child.

((Like these but without the plastic, more like alligator clips and rusted))

The rusted tool clattered onto the table next to scootaloo and Dash glared down at her maliciously. Bringing up an old piece of iron rebar and slamming it angrily down on the table, she took the fillies head between her hooves and slowly moved it in order to glare into her eye's. "You ready kid?" She growled hatefully with an air of sick satisfaction.

Scootaloo's eye's were sparkling with tears "please..." she whispered hopelessly, clinging onto some insane belief that something so horrible couldn't happen to her, unable to comprehend her situation and gripped by overwhelming terror. Dash just smiled and continued glaring into the fillies defeated gaze.

She reached down and grasped the sharp rebar with her suction cupped hoof, Scootaloo flinched pathetically, expecting to be struck. She whimpered then let loose a cry of anguish, the rebar was shoved down her throat.

She chocked in both shock and pain as the somewhat rusted rebar scraped the roof of her mouth and tonsils, then came to a rest at the back of her throat where it dug into the swollen sickly flesh behind it. Gagging uncontrollably she bit down on the cold iron, cracking a few of her teeth in the process and causing her mouth to explode in agony. Dash gave a small chuckle at the sound of teeth scraping against metal, she kept the rebar pressed into the back of the fillies throat lightly, her other hoof securing the fillies head. Slowly she bent down to retrieve the badly rusted metal she had covered with a cloth as to protect her own mouth.

She brought it towards the filly and ever so slowly brought it down on her central incisors. Scootaloo went still as the cold metal entered the top of her mouth, then screamed as the tool clamped down, cutting into her gum and scraping downwards until it connected with tooth. Dash then wrenched the jump lead, further mutilating her bleeding gums and loosening the tooth with a spurt of blood. getting another hold on the tooth, she wrenched it again and scootaloo let loose a blood curdling scream as the tooth cracked in two, half of it falling out while the other remained deep seated. "schit" groaned Rainbow Dash from behind the rusted metal.

Trying something different on the near catatonic filly she used the rebar as leverage and went for one of scootaloo's newly grown molars, again the ragged jaws clamped down on her tender gums and this time dash managed to wrench the tooth out cleanly much the horror of scootaloo, whose mouth began filling with blood. All she could feel was liquid agony as the raw nerve bundle was exposed to the open air. The torture tool clamped down again without mercy, this time nipping her tongue...

It was 20 minutes before Dash was finished with the filly, who now lay shaking on the table, weeping softly. A pile of bloodied teeth lay off to the side of her head, glistening softly from the light of the oven across the room. Suddenly she heard a joyful voice announce "I'm ready Dashie" and the light patter of hooves skip over towards her.

Scootaloo had her eye's clenched shut in agony, her entire being was pain and she could barely register her surroundings. Head hanging upside down from the table, she winced as a cloth covered piece of wood was stuffed into the side of her jaw, rubbing uncomfortably against the raw nerve fibers of the mutilated mouth yet leaving it relatively unobstructed. There came a happy voice.

"Heeeyyey scootaloo, wakey wakey silly filly" came the loud, joyful and unintendedly condescending voice of pinkie pie. "Open your eye's wide and shine"

Scootaloo opened her eye's to come face to face with pink. She realized to her horror that she was staring at Pinkie pie's upside down ass-crack. As quickly as she attempted to jerk her head to the side two blue hooves grasped either side, restricting all movement, dash gave Pinkie a small smile as if to say 'go ahead'. "Open wide" she cried.

Before Scootaloo had time to scream a thick burst of chunky brown cake batter splattered across her face, the noxious mix was filled with crunchy nuggets of fecal matter and had the consistency of off milk. Her eye's widened with horror as she instantly recognised the taste, it was just like the food served at sugarcube corner. Through the horrific pain of her injuries it dawned on her, she'd been eating shit. Said shit burned on contact with her mutilated gums and tongue sending yet another wave of pain and nausea washing over her. The diabolic mixture quickly filled up her futilely gagging mouth and ran down her face, getting into her nose which was swollen shut due to sickness, and then across her eyes which clapped shut in disgust and anguish.

The fact that the horrible contents of Pinkies bowls were now cascading down her face was slowly forgotten in the face of a greater dilemma. She couldn't breathe. Her lungs were beginning to burn and she struggled to turn her head to the side but the hooves kept her firmly, mercilessly in place. Her chest spasmed desperately as she struggled to hold her breath. Against her will her diaphragm jerked and she breathed in a portion of the shit sludge overflowing from her mouth. It slid roughly down her trachea and became clogged, burning her lungs like hellfire and restricting her already swollen airways.

Her desperation won out against the abhorrence and nausea, she gulped down the disgusting mix which burned the back of her throat where the rebar had been pressed. Her eyes clenched shut due to the agonizing pain in her lungs, she gasped for breath despite the roaring pain in her windpipe and throat. The gentle weezing of her swollen esophagus was all that could be heard for several seconds as the filly desperately gasped for air, slowly she managed to get in 3 agonizing breaths of air before dash nodded to her compatreate.

Still completely out of breath and becoming all too familiar with the experience of drowning, yet another wave of chunky brown sludge erupted from Pinkies unclenched sphincter and quickly filled up the tortured fillies mouth. The need to breathe was agonizing, again she tried struggling manically against rainbow dashes hooves but they didn't yield in the slightest. She saw the edges of her vision beginning to darken, unable to think she involuntarily gulped down the disgusting mixture and continued gasping for air, gripped in the horrific panic brought on by drowning.

Somewhere in the back of her tortured mind she registered the fact that she had just swallowed the contents of Pinkies digestive system, but the sickening nausea didn't even register due to the terror of drowning. Fighting with all her strength just to drawn another life saving breathe, she couldn't even muster the energy to throw up. Rainbow smiled, another wave of shit spurted out.

Dash smiled down wickedly at the squirming ball of agony currently strapped to a bench in Pinkies basement. Bubbles gargled up from the small childs diarrhea filled mouth and disturbed the floating nuggets within. Her face was similarly covered, it had ran down into her nose, further blocking her swollen nostrils with brown slime. Across her matted fur small bits of shit lay in clumps. Her mane seemed to absorb the blunt of it, having become stained and matted, it too had semi-solid nuggets residing inside. Another wave hit.

"WoW she's really packing her fudge away, huh dashie" breathed pinkie pie, who had begun to knead her stomach in order to move it's contents backward, it was ever so slowly but steadily shrinking from its bloated state into her usual slim figure. She moaned softly as a larger clump of solid stool burst out like a vile shower of pebbles, some hitting the fillies mouth while others slid slowly down her filthy face.

"Yea, she must really like your cooking, I bet she's packed away at least 2 liters of shit by now" dash replied staring at scootaloo's painfully swollen stomach.
"Actually I think we better finish up, we don't want her dead just yet"

Pinkie pouted but complied, emptying the rest of her bowels into the little fillies mouth over a period of 6 seconds, ending with uneven spurts of solid sludge chunks that still maintained some loose, but solid consistency. The small filly struggled to swallow them.

Scootaloo was exhausted, her mind was not yet fully conscious due to lack of oxygen but she still registered the piercing burn as her small diaphragm struggled to force air into her ruined lungs, the small amounts of acidic shit they were exposed to had caused them to become inflamed making breathing an agonizing and difficult affair.

Aside from the bronchitis and the beginnings of pneumonia, the next thing scootaloo became aware of was an overwhelming nausea that far surpassed what she had been experiencing prior due to sickness, she felt like she was dying. She was unable to muster any energy to struggle, and so just lay there gasping instead, too exhausted and groaning in despair. If she could form any kind of coherent thought though the haze of suffering, she'd wish for death.

Meanwhile Dash slapped pinkies feces coated rump, sending a splash of it outwards as the pink flesh rippled. "Nice job pinks, what do you say we grab a beer and let this brat stew in your muck for a while" Dash suggested with a sadistic glare towards the sick sack of filly currently bloated with pinkies shit. The filly only registered her on some primitive unconscious level.

"Okie dokie dashi-washi, but before we do that at least let me try out my new trampoline" She said as she clambered onto the table, staining it with a few drops of diarrhea that clung to her clitoris.

Dash was confused "pinkie, what're you-" she paused as pinkie leaped in the air and landed bluntly on scootaloos stomach, knocking the wind out of the small filly and cracking a few of her ribs in the process. Giggling she got to her hooves whilst still on-top of the filly and began dancing in place. Dash just laughed.

Scootlaoo felt the crushing pressure and pain as pinkie brought her hooves down on her bloated stomach again and again, she began to throw up when a pain of blue hooves clamped her gums shut in their vice-like grip. She felt the sick travel up her inflamed throat and into the mouth where the pressure built. The disgusting and acidic mix of pinkes wastes and stomach acid burned the raw nerves that marked the absence of teeth, it seeped between them and slowly dripped out of her mouth. At the same time the mixture was forcing it's way through her swollen nasal passages which burned like fire, and ran out of her nose in weak jets and sprays.

"Whoa nice thinking pinkie" dash said though gritted teeth as she put all of her strength into locking the fillies jaw.

Pinkie meanwhile had stopped dancing and stood with hooves either-side of her victim, grinning wildly "Gee thanks dash, watch this!" she rose to her hind legs.

Scootaloo could not breath, the acidic bile was blocking her throat nasal passages, as the desperate compulsion to breath once again over took her, she gulped down the vile concoction dispute how much it burned. She opened her swelling eyes and looked up to see pinkie legs coming down upon her still swollen stomach. Crack, her ribs broke and dug into her organs painfully. She let loose a tortured groan as the broken bones scraped against her inflamed lungs.

Pinkie quickly regained her balance after she had stomped on the fillies chest, sending another wave of vomit into her sealed mouth. it was now noticeably indented but quickly popped back up due to the pressure of her bloated stomach. She jumped again and planted her hind-legs into scootaloos stomach, causing her chest to swell unnaturally and another bout of diarrhea to come spurting from her nose, this time in a powerful torrent. Dash laughed at the filles torment, the brown vomit coming out of her nose had red in it.

"Look dash, I'm playing hopscotch" she exclaimed happily as she rammed her hooves into scootaloo's broken form.

Dash burst out laughing "HA Ha, oh pinkie pie you are so random". Dash knew they'd kill the filly if they kept this up for long, and that wouldn't do because she had something special planned, Pinkie continued to jump on the fillies broken ribs.

"Safe" she giggled as she brought the hooves down on scootaloos bruised diaphragm, having played an entire game of hopscotch on an imaginary board over the fillies body.

"Alright pinks, rap it up now, we don't want her dead.... Yet" With that Pinkie stopped her periodic jumping, balanced on one leg she stood directly on top of the fillies stomach. This time instead of clamping the child's jaw shut, she grabbed her head on both sides and held her straight, still laying upside down as she vomited, the diabolic mixture of shit and acid cascaded up her face and ended up flowing into her hair. She clenched her eyes shut as the mix burned them.

Dash sneered as a small bit of sick dribbled onto her hooves. "What the fuck! what the fuck do you think you're doing you little cunt" she lifted a hoof and swiped it heavily across the fillies face hard enough to knock it aside if her other hoof was not holding it in place. She maneuvered her left arm so that it was gripped around her face to keep it in place. Snarling she used her free hoof to pry open the fillies quivering eye-lids. "Fucking look at me when I'm talking to you, you pathetic little waste" Scootaloo whimpered as her eyes were the depths of hatred and malice as she glared furiously into the child's bloodshot eyes. Pinkie looked down at dash and in that moment where their eyes crossed paths pinkie lost her grin. In that moment they shared in an unspoken conversation only true friends can experience, lying down over the fillies chest she secured the fillies eye's. Dash continued to gaze sadistic into scootaloos eye with a manic expression as she Slowly brought her hoof down the side of her face, gathering up a sick as it went. Then in a painfully slow fashion she lowered it into the tortured victims eye and pressed down, hard.

Scootaloo whimpered and twitched as the blue hoof pressed the acidic sick into her eyes, the pressure with which she was doing so was painfully obvious. Physically unable to scream bloody murder due to the condition of her lungs and throat, all she could manage was a wheezy groan as the hoof embedded tightly in her eye twisted, digging agonizingly into the sensitive optical organ below and scratching it. Dash repeated the process for the other eye.

This story still has 3000 word to go, at least. Oh god why.

Bonus: Original summary that sparked this shit piece of writing (and with it the ruination of my reputation as a decent human being, not that I ever had one.)...

Pinkie pie has a strange fetish, she liquidises cake batter and ingredients, injects the noxious recipy up her ass as a large volume enema then gets off when she bakes the diareah she shits out into a cake and tricks others into eating it. Particularly the cutimark crusaders. Fic will contain alot of scat, and will be generally disgusting. Hilarity ensues when rainbow dash catches her, but then teams up after revealing she too is into scat (and also a deprived foalifillic rapist), the two conspire to kidnap scootaloo and further hilarity ensues.

All credit for the song goes to Don'tWannaKnow, who, after much begging, finally decided to take pity on me and help me out. yay.

Note this image was from back when I first started writing this many months when season 2 had not finished, back when the TWE actually had some semblance of decency.

Bonus Chapter: Merry christmas.

Twilight stood outside her library, it was early morning and the winters fog had yet to clear, she looked around conspiratorially and glanced down at the outdoor tap normally used to water plants. Gingerly she inserted the hose, shivering as the cold plastic pushed through her protesting syncter after a not substantial effort which caused her to grunt in discomfort. Turning the squeaking metal she began to administer the enema with the full intent to make her insides twilight sparkle, she did this by turning on the hose and letting the ice cold water flow into her rectum. With the ice cold chill, painful chill filling her colon she prostrated herself on the cold mud ground, still bogged up by the foggy winters morning.

The soggy mud took her breath away, her heart rate spiked as the wet mud soaked into her face and chilled her to the bone. She was a very naughty pony, doing this in outside in public. A shuddering breath escaped her chapped lips releasing a smokey jet of condensation into the air. She bit her lips and clenched her stomach in great discomfort as the freezing water was pumped steadily into her intestines, almost curling up into a ball and forcing her face further into the mud, her hooves making trails where she dragged them through in her agony. She let loose another moan which quickly dissolved into a hiss of discomfort, the sun had almost crested the horizon, soon what ponies who were not already outside would have to begin their day, foals going to school, what would her friends think if they saw her. She gasped as her hoof pressed firmly against her folds, it would be a disaster if anyone were to see her in this most undignified position. Her slow yet forceful rubbing soon escalated into full blown furious frigging, her hoof mashing almost painfully against her sex. She let loose an agonized groan into the cold mud, shivering uncontrollably and teeth clenching sporadically. Her eyes clenched, the cold breeze stinging them, it flowed through her fur and chilled her to her very core, but the cold felt so good on her chapped skin.

The pressure began to build and twilight panted with pain, desperately determined not to give in to the unbearable cramping and relax her freezing syncter. her panting turning into half sexualized groans of agony as the pressure spiked suddenly, the sharp pain hitting the side of her stomach like a hot needle being driven through a virgins clitoris(lol). Then suddenly she felt something give way, whatever had been blocking her intestines had finally given to the relentless flow of icy water. She hadn't taken a shit in days, she was a filthy girl who needed a good cleaning. Her furious pace quickened sharply, her hoof grinding mercilessly into her reddening cunt. Her stomach was starting to swell slightly now, the cramping made worse by a combination of freezing temperature and excrement blocking the waters path. She grunted as a slow sliver of tears ran down her face, making streaks in the mud. Her legs parted further bringing her rear closer to the floor, her tail lifted putting her on display for anyone passing buy, as if to advertise what a whorse she was. She became idly aware that a thin rivet of blood had trickled down her lips she had started biting. This is what filthy sluts deserve, she was filthy and she needed to be cleaned.

She bellowed as she came hard, collapsing fully in the mud and convulsing from blind pleasure and pain, riving about in the dirt. She slowly came back too reality. Panting, ragged breaths, she was still shivering through the pain. she became aware that the hose was still inside her, pumping her with water, the unbelievable sharp pain unbearable. She tried to bend and grasp franticly at the hose through the mud, but her body was angled badly and her stomach just too painfully bloated, she lets loose a bloody cry of agony as the lack of arousal made the mass of ice in her gut go well beyond her pain threshold. panicking she lay there for a second, hyperventilating, fevered thoughts wondering if she was going to die, then her instinct kicked in and she wrenched the hose free with magic. Her eyes clenched in pain as the hose was torn from her clenching anus, still partially in the throes of orgasm. Her purple pucker quivered briefly, stretched too far too fast, before relaxing and letting loose a torrent of brown water. It flowed, occasionally a solid lump would burst forth, yet she lay there in the cold mud, curled up in a pile of her own growing filth, eyes clenched shut and face lying in the thick of it. periodic spurts of freezing half liquid splattered over and over against her tail, her inner impurities splashing out and pooling around her body.

After what must have been 10 minuets of shitting herself in public, shivering in a small curled up ball of dirty thoughts and messy fur, she finished expelling. Getting unsteadily to her hooves, ass still periodically gaping, shivering more than ever and covered in her own manure, she hobbled stiff legged towards her library, frantically checking left and right to see if anypony had saw her. She let loose a cough, she'd likely had the chills, her entire body was heavy and sluggish and she felt light headed. But she'd never felt more alive. Clean now, insides twilight sparkling and a small smile on her face, now all she wanted was a hot bath and stealth masturbation session whilst spike made breakfast. Just another average day in the life of twilight sparkle.

Author's Note

Merry christmas faggots. The result of speed writing and therefore completely unedited besides spelling. No expense spared for my loyal viewership.