Blood is Thicker Than Water

Narrator's POV.
Ugh... What happened? Wha- What hit me?

I finally was able to feel my strength return to me. My head throbbed and my body ached. I felt like I have fallen down a flight of stairs and onto a concrete road.

Speaking of concrete, a nasty odor of damp concrete, dried blood and rust entered my nostrils. The putrid smell made me feel nauseous, but I was able to keep myself composed.

Along with the nasty scent of death, I could hear something calling my name. It was blurred, but it started to clear.

"Ellie! Eleanor, wake up! Something's wrong!"

I managed to open my hazel, near green eyes with a small groan, and looked to my right.

It was my younger, Unicorn sister, Samantha, or just Sam. Her blonde mane was tangled and covered in dirt. Same as her light azure fur coat and white forearms, socks and underbelly. Her dark purple, cloven hooves were covered in dirt and dust, from the dirt roads we were walking down, before we blacked out and ended up in this cold place.

But that's not the worst of it.

Sam was strapped to a wooden operating table and stripped naked. She had a strange ring on her horn. I had to look away before a blush appeared across my freckled muzzle.

Suddenly, I noticed I couldn't move either. Well... I could move my head, wings and tail, but not my entire body. I looked around to find myself strapped to a damp, wooden operating table, and stripped naked as well. Embarrassment warmed up my face cherry red, as the cold air breezed through my dark pastel green fur coat and indigo wings.

I blinked and looked around our location. Accompanying the odor of blood, rust and damp concrete, all I could see was blurs of grey, red and black. I blinked again, but my vision got worse.

"Sam, have you seen my glasses? " I asked my sister, as I resumed blinking, as if I was going blind, which I was, "I can't see without them."

"Oh, I thought these just made you look smart." A familiar voice spoke from in front of me.

I felt a pair of hands place something over my muzzle. I blinked and my vision began to clear and crisp.

"Better?" The voice asked.

I followed the voice and found it came from a certain Pink Party Pony with light blue eyes. Wearing a bloody apron over her dark pink overalls and white and blue striped shirt.

Pinkamena Diane Pie. Also know as Pinkie Pie. The Element of Laughter herself.

"Pinkie?" Sam recognized, struggling against the leather straps around her wrists, hooves and waist, "Please, get us out of this."

Pinkie shook her head, "I'm afraid I can't do that, Sammie."

"What's going on?" I asked with narrow eyes.

Pinkie pointed at me and smiled, "That's the question!" Then she asked, "You see, Nellie, I drew double-numbers this week and what's better than the Thestral and her Unicorn sister?"

"Numbers for what?" I asked, then glared at the Pink Pony, "And I am not a Thestral!"

Pinkie just shrugged, "Poh-teh-toh. Poh-tah-toh."

"Answer the question, Pinkamena!" I shouted.

Pinkie waved her hands, "I was getting to that." Then she grinned like a Cheshire cat, "You two are gonna help me bake cupcakes."

"How are we gonna help you bake cupcakes, if we're tied up like this?" Sam wondered.

Pinkie just giggled. I thought for a moment and clarity hit me. Nausea started building up again. I felt lightheaded and was about to faint. It all made sense now.

I recomposed myself and looked at my sister, "Sam, we are the cupcakes."

Pinkie grinned a Cheshire grin and pointed at me, "And the winner is Eleanor May Appleseed."

Sam's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open, "What?!"

Pinkie walked over to a light switch and flipped it up. A sharp light blinded me and my sister. Sam and I closed our eyes and looked away from recoil. Once our eyes adjusted, Sam and I looked back at the room and where horrified of what we saw.

A large, concrete room with a flight of stairs, leading to a wooden, pink door. A tray of cutting utensils on a wooden table, on the far left. Along with other equipment. The room looked like a party room, but the decorations weren't what they appeared to be.

Chairs and tables made from Pony bones. Streamers and balloons of gall bladders and intestines covered in dried blood, slowly decaying.

And a banner hanging across the wall in front of us. The letters were written in dried blood. As well as decorated with blood stains and splatters.

LIFE IS A PARTY

Sam looked like she was going to faint from horror and shock. But something about this whole thing made sense. All the Ponies that have been reported missing. They were never missing. We ate them. Pinkie's secret recipe to her pastries.

We were the secret.

A giggle started to escape my throat, slowly growing into a laugh. My laugh echoed around the room, it alarmed Pinkie and Sapphire.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked me, "Pinkie is going to kill us!!"

"That's what's so funny, Samantha." I giggled, "Everything finally makes sense to me. Where all the missing Ponies have gone. This is madness! And I love it!"

Pinkie smiled at me, "Hey! That's what I've been thinking every time I draw a number. Madness is fun!"

Sam thought for a moment, then clarity washed over her. She started to giggle, "You're right, Ellie. It is kinda funny."

"Right?" I smiled, then turned to Pinkie, "Say, Pinkie. Are you hiring?"

Pinkie's smile faded and she took a step back, "Huh?"

"Hiring." I repeated, "Sam and I are really skilled bakers, and we know how to keep a secret." I smiled, "I'm giving you a proposal. Let Sam and I go and we can help you keep your cover while baking cupcakes."

Sam nodded her head.

Pinkie raised a brow in suspicion, "How do I know that this isn't a trick to just let you live and you call the authorities on me?"

"Pinkie, look at us." Sam answered, "We're covered in dirt, striped naked, and in a basement. Who's gonna believe us?"

I nodded in agreement. Pinkie thought for a moment, then smiled, "Alright, I'll let you guys live. If you keep to your promise."

"We Pinkie Promise." Sam and I answered in unison and as honest as could be.

Pinkie regained her smile and undid the straps that held Sam and I up on the tables. I landed gently, thanks to my wings, while Sam fell with a thud, "Ouch..."

With ourselves free, Sam and I stretched and flexed ourselves from being so stiff. Pinkie brought us our clothes and Sam and I quickly got dressed.

Sam wore a white t-shirt under a pale blue blouse and black khaki pants. I wore a white collared t-shirt under a black sleeveless hoodie and dark grey cargo pants.

"Now that you're free..." Pinkie began, "What are you gonna do?"

"Just like we promised, Pinkie." Sam answered, "We're gonna help you bake cupcakes."

I rubbed my hands, ready to get started, "Now, who shall we start with?"

Pinkie smiled and threw her arms around Sam and I, "Welcome to the family, you too. We're gonna have so much fun together."

Sam and I hugged the Pink Party Pony back and smiles grew on our faces too.

Thank you, Pinkie.