The Mane Cupcakes

Pinkie Pie slowly trotted towards the closest pony: AppleJack. The orange apple-horse shuddered, as she felt her hair stand on end. She walked up close, clutching a sharp kitchen knife in her teeth. Once she was close enough, she spat it out, catching it in her hoof. She gave a sadistic smile, pure insanity spread evenly across her face.

"Pinkie, please," AppleJack said, scared. "We're family! And your just gonna kill me? What if Applebloom finds out about this? She's gonna tell Big Macintosh and then, he's gonna do Celestia knows what to you."

Pinkie chuckled.

"Sorry AJ, you know I love you," she said. "but your number came up first, and according to the system, I have to do it in order. Now, lets get started."

The mares watched as Pinkie began to drag the knife sown her fur. AppleJack held her breath. Pinkie continued until it came down to her flank. AppleJack winced as she felt the knife slowly plunge into her soft fur. Pinkie circled around her cutie mark, creating a small thin red line.

She then pressed harder. AppleJack could feel as the knife pierced her flesh. Then, without any sign of warning, Pinkie yanked the knife up, tearing AppleJack's cutie mark right off, showing the bone and blood underneath. The girls' screamed, scared. Fluttershy suddenly threw up, vomiting upon the cold marble floor.

Pinkie saw this. She smiled. Pinkie walked up to it before picking up a hoofull of it. She walked back, holding it out towards AppleJack. She forced it into the mares mouth, laughing as she did so. The poor mare was forced to swallow it . Pinkie was satisfied at what she just made her do, so she continued on with her work.

She walked around to the other side of her, repeating the process of the removal of her cutie mark. However, when she lifted her mark into the air, AppleJack cried out in pain, tears streaming down from her eyes like a waterfall.

Pinkie picked up the two flankless cutie marks and gently placed them down on the table. She picked up her knife and began draw another line. This time, it came from her chest. Unlike the cutie marks, the knife was pressed hard into her, making AppleJack cry loudly. The crazy mare drew it form her chest down to her stomach. She then formed a perfect hexagon around it. She slowly lifted the fur, skin and flesh, to reveal her insides. Pinkie smiled, setting her knife down. She pulled at her large intestine, tearing it right out with her razor-blade teeth. AppleJack clenched her teeth together, feeling the pain, as she was harvested alive.

Pinkie swung the intestine around heronce, making blood splattered upon the wall and the mare's faces. She wrapped it around her neck and began to play about with it.

"Look at me!" she said, prancing about in ridiculously stupid way. "I'm Rarity! Dresses, dresses dresses!"

All Rarity could do was lay there, ignoring the pony mocking her, more focused upon her dying friend.

Once she was finished, she returned to the half-dead pony, who was breathing heavily, as she began to see black dots forming in her once bright eyes. The mare then began to pull out her smaller intestines, making bows out of them. When she was finished with her, she pulled the large intestine up and wrapped it around her neck.

The mares stared in horror, tears seeping from their eyes, as they realised what she was going to do. Once the intestine was in place, Pinkie pulled at it, tightening the mares airways. Suddenly, there was a loud audible crack that filled the room. Everypony except Pinkie gasped. The crack came from AppleJack as Pinkie has snapped her neck, cutting off her oxygen supply for good.

She was dead.

The girls silently cried, despite that they were crying throughout. Twilight mouthed her dear friend's name, more tears flowing.

"She was such a good pony, n-never caused any harm, never rude, always polite, why AppleJack? Why?" the purple alicorn whisper into the empty air, the rest of her friends nodding their heads only slightly. Rainbow Dash, however, began to scream, trying to lunge herself at the pink pony, only to fail miserably as the straps held her firmly in place.

Pinkie, however, was oblivious to what was happening behind her and continued. Pinkie smiled, as she now did not have to worry about having to hear her crying throughout, despite Rainbow's crying.

She took up her knife and plunged into her heart. She let the object remain there before twisting it. Blood was squirting onto her face but she didn't care. She didn't care. She pulled the knife out, along with her heart . She began to admire it, studying its every detail, as it dripped onto the floor, creating a small pool of blood.

She then stuck her tongue out, lightly licking it as if it was an ice-cream. The mares gagged, trying to not throw up at the discussing sight.

"Mmmh!" she spoke. "She tastes just like apples. Maybe that's why she's called 'AppleJack'!"

Pinkie then stretched her arms as she dragged the trolley across the floor. She used her teeth, unveiling the mystery objects. The girls' gasped. Underneath, was a large chainsaw. The blade was old with rest and dried blood, the body was covered In stickers that resembled the shape of balloons, cakes, and all things reflective upon her personality. Pinkie picked up the object. Holding it in her fore hooves, she pulled on the chord, as the motor began to move.

The girls' laid in silence as they watched their former friend slowly cut off their dear friend's legs one. One by one, the legs slowly dropped into the floor, whilst the ponies watched. Blood continued to player on her face, but the mentally unstable mare kept at it. Soon, there was a pile of legs in a small neat heap upon the marble floor.

Planting heavily, Pinkie switched off the motor, setting the chainsaw down. She smiled sadistically at the rest of the ponies, making them cowering in fear. Her gaze met all of them, as they tried to avert their eyes from her direction.

"Well," Pinkie Pie said In a cheery tone, in as way that would make some ponies think that she had not remembered or had forgotten the vile and cruel act that she has just displayed.

"Now, who's next?"