Dresses
By: Clue Tzes
Warning: This unofficial sequel to Cupcakes is just as gory as it, maybe worse, doubtful that it is. So be forewarned and well-prepared. All Cupcakes material belongs to Sergeant Sprinkles.
Pinkie bounced up the stairs with a tray of six freshly made cupcakes held in her mouth. She kicked the basement door shut behind her and trotted over to the sink. Setting the tray of cupcakes down, she turned on the faucet and began to wash the dried blood from her hooves. As she scrubbed, she thought about how much fun she had had with her pal Dash. Then recreating and rebuilding her was even better. Now she had her own Rainbow Dash downstairs whenever she needed a friend… Speaking of friends, she should go see her other friends and let them try her new delicious Rainbow Cakes! They’d hopefully enjoy them as much as she would; too bad they couldn’t have enjoyed making them as much as she had.
Pinkie walked into the bathroom and took a quick look over herself in the mirror. She had a few spots of dried blood on her face, and she still had some caked into her coat. Pinkie turned on the shower and let the water warm up. When it was at a mild, yet lightly painful, hot; she got in. She scrubbed the remaining blood she hadn’t gotten earlier, and then proceeded to wash her hair with her favorite cotton-candy scented shampoo. Once she was finished, she jumped out of the shower and dried herself off. She walked back out into the kitchen, and took the cupcake tray in her mouth again.
“Hmm…” she muffled aloud, the tray obscuring her words slightly, “maybe I should take a little nap first… That was some very hard work harvesting for my finest cupcakes yet… What time is it anyways?”
She checked a wall clock and saw it was already 11:30 p.m. There was no way any of her friends would be up this late… She might as well sleep for the night, forget a little nap. Pinkie stuck the tray of Rainbow Cakes into the fridge, and bounced off to her bedroom. She fell asleep the second her head hit the soft pillow and her body felt the blankets warm, welcoming embrace.
Pinkie awoke around 8 a.m. the next morning; after freshening up and making sure she was primped and ready to go, she grabbed her cupcake tray from the fridge, her saddle satchel from her room, and left her house around noon. Her first stop was her friend Rarity, the dressmaker. She would absolutely adore the look and taste of these cupcakes. They were vanilla with a blue dye and rainbow icing. It reminded Pinkie of Rainbow; it was almost as if she’d be eating Rainbow too, and she was! Not only would they be a great homage to her friend, but Rainbow would stay with them all forever; even if Pinkie was the only one who knew it. Locking the door behind her, Pinkie had to refrain from her usual bouncing as to not throw the Rainbow Cakes everywhere.
Pinkie walked down the street waving at everypony she saw. It seemed most of Ponyville had gone in their homes due to the approaching storm overhead. It looked like the weather team had been affected by Dash’s disappearance after all. Being careful with her special cupcakes, she managed a few “hello”s and “how are you”s. She soon approached Rarity’s large house that doubled as her boutique. Strange though, Pinkie hadn’t seen Rarity’s sister, Sweetie Belle, in quite a few days. Normally the filly was with her two friends Applebloom, Applejack’s sister, and Scootaloo. They would normally go on adventures in search of their cutie marks, calling themselves by the name of the Cutie Mark Crusaders. It had been a little more silent around Ponyville without those three shouting; where had they gone off to? Hopefully they would turn up before she drew their numbers…
Pinkie shrugged off the worrisome thought and made her way to Rarity’s door. She hit her hoof on the door a few times hoping Rarity wouldn’t be too busy to hear her knocking. After a few moments, Pinkie grew impatient and started to walk away when suddenly the door opened behind her.
“Oh Pinkie dear!” Rarity exclaimed. “It’s just so marvelous to see you, and those cupcakes; I hope they taste as delectable as they look! Won’t you just be a dear and come on in?” Rarity motioned for the excited pink pony to come in.
“Sure thing Rarity!” Pinkie squealed, taking the cupcake tray in one hoof.
Pinkie walked in and set the cupcakes on the table next to Rarity’s purple sofa. She glanced around, unsure at if the fashionista pony had been up to any recent designs… Strangely enough, her house was spotless downstairs; who wasn’t to say she had been working upstairs though? Rarity sat on one of the sofas and motioned for Pinkie Pie to do the same. Pinkie sat on the other sofa and began to engage Rarity in conversation.
“So Rarity, how’s the dress-making coming along? Is it suiting you nicely?” Pinkie asked, giggling at her own joke.
“Oh Pinkie… the jokes never get old with you…” Rarity said, chuckling lightly. “But it’s going along just swimmingly…”
“That’s just swell,” Pinkie said, regaining her composure. “Did you hear about Rainbow Dash yesterday?”
“Why yes, it’s a real shame too…” Rarity said sadly, looking down at her hooves. “Flying away with one of those Wonderbolt ponies to Las Pegasus and never coming back… leaving us with only a hastily scribbled note… quite the tale of two lovers though, at least Rainbow’s happy.” Rarity started to sob.
Pinkie sat next to the purple mane pony, putting an arm around her for comfort.
“There, there, Rarity…” Pinkie said gently. “Try one of my cupcakes; I made them as a tribute to Rainbow’s sudden departure. They’re the same color as her coat was, and I even managed to get rainbow icing… I call them Rainbow Cakes…”
“Oh I suppose one can’t hurt…” Rarity sobbed, attempting to dry her eyes as she picked up one of the cupcakes.
Rarity bit into it… It tasted like something only the highest of all royalty should be allowed to ingest. The flavor crushed all of her other senses and stole her away from reality. She had never eaten anything so soft, so delectable, and so… chewy? What was this; there was something else in this cupcake that didn’t feel like cupcake…
“P-pinkie, excuse me, I must go to the little mares room really quick,” Rarity choked out, shoving the chewy piece of what she hoped was cupcake to the roof of her mouth. “I must go dry my eyes and fix my make-up, be back in five minutes at the most…”
Rarity hastily made her way into the bathroom, leaving Pinkie on the sofa. She quickly spit the morsel into her sink and took a quick glance as to what it was. It looked blue like the cupcakes, except… That couldn’t be… This had a tint of the same blue as Rainbow Dash’s coat… But there was red, like blood… Does that mean…
Rarity immediately threw up in the toilet, her deliciously horrifying Rainbow Cake floated up to the top of the water. “R-r-rainbow… it couldn’t be… Oh I’m just being silly, Pinkie would never do such a thing,” Rarity told herself. She waited until her face regained color and went back out to her guest.
“Everything ok in there Rare? Sounded pretty icky from what I could hear,” Pinkie asked, chuckling slightly.
“No, everything is fine Pinkie dear; just a minor stomach upsetting. How about we get on with our conversation…” Rarity said, sitting back on her sofa.
“Don’t forget our Rainbow Cakes, Rarity!!!” Pinkie squealed, handing Rarity the half-eaten cupcake.
The remembrance of what happened in the bathroom made Rarity sick again, she held it back this time though. She kept holding on to the thought that Rainbow was in Las Pegasus; this was the only way to keep the cupcake down. Rarity took another bite, all cupcake this time, and swallowed. The flavor was still the same, amazing as the first bite, but now there was a grim feeling to each bite after. Rarity took another bite, leaving one last bite in her hoof. She examined the other cupcakes by site and noticed something off.
“Pinkie, who all are you sharing these with?” Rarity asked.
“Well, I’m going to eat one, you are, Fluttershy will, so will Twilight and Applejack… All my friends, who else would I share them with silly?!” Pinkie said, starting to snort with laughter.
“Then why did you make six…” Rarity asked. The question hit Pinkie hard; Rarity could see it in the abrupt stopping of Pinkie’s laughter.
“I’d hoped she’d last long enough to have one herself, but Dash didn’t and I had already had six prepared,” Pinkie half-mumbled, half-whispered.
Rarity could only make out the words “last, Dash, six” she didn’t understand.
“What did you say dear? I couldn’t quite make that out,” Rarity asked.
Pinkie smiled wide, “I saaaaaiiiddd the cupcake tray held six cupcakes, so I went ahead and made an extra for anyone who may want it. What did you think I said?”
“Oh, o-of course, my apologies Pinkie, I should have listened better,” Rarity saw through the blatant lie. Popping the last bit of the Rainbow Cake into her mouth, she began to think. Something about Pinkie’s demeanor was awful… hairy? Turning away from Pinkie she spit what was left of the last morsel into her hoof. Immediately, something stuck out to her, something stuck out of the cupcake piece actually. It was a few hairs, enough to depict what color hair they were without a second guess. They were rainbow colored, which meant… “Oh, no,” Rarity whispered.
“Everything ok over there pal?” she heard Pinkie ask.
Popping the cupcake back into her mouth and struggling to swallow and hold back tears, she answered, “Ne-never better Pinkie!”
"You’re starting to sound like Fluttershy with all that stuttering, liven up Rarity. Life’s a party after all!” Pinkie’s words reverberated through Rarity’s panicking head.
“Pinkie, I-I have one last question for you. Why did you lie to me about what you said?” Rarity was grasping for ways to keep Pinkie here, she had to get the truth.
“Lie? Well, I’m no Applejack, but I most surely wouldn’t lie-” Pinkie was cut off by Rarity.
“Do a Pinkie swear,” Rarity demanded, “Right now, make your unbreakable swear. You surely don’t want to be a bad friend do you?”
“Uhh, I-I didn’t lie, I’ll P-pinkie swear, of course…” Pinkie began doing the motions of her swear, shivering wildly as she did. “C-cross my heart, hope t-t-to fly. Stick a cupcake in my… I-I-I LIED! Ok? I’m sorry.”
“Tell me what you said Pinkie; I’ve already forgiven you for lying,” Rarity was trying to ease the truth from the pink pony.
“I said I made the sixth cupcake because… because…” Pinkie was starting to shiver slightly. “I can’t tell you Rarity. I just can’t.”
“Pinkie, what really happened with these cupcakes; they don’t seem to be just cupcakes,” Rarity began to ask in an interrogative fashion. “I’ve found hair, and… other things in them,”
“I had to get more of my special ingredient, that’s what’s in it, nothing new,” Pinkie answered, lightly smiling.
"Pinkie, what exactly is this special ingredient?” Rarity asked.
“I can’t tell you… I can’t tell anyone at all! They’d steal all my business if they started doing what I do,” Pinkie explained.
“I’m a dressmaker, what need would I have for your special ingredient?” Rarity asked. “Fine, if you want to be difficult, let’s make it a game. You love games right?”
“Of course I love games! What did you have in mind? Pin the horn on the unicorn? Ring around the pony? Oh-oh-oh, or my favorite, hide and go seek?” The physics and gravity defying pony was back to her hooves, bouncing joyously.
“Well, I thought we could play a guessing game,” Rarity said nervously. “If I guess your, ahem, special ingredient you have to tell me that I’m right.”
“Okie dokie lokie! You’ll never guess it though,” Pinkie sat down, still smiling brightly and giggling under her breath. “I will be honest this time; cross my heart and hope to fly. Stick a cupcake in my eye!” She poked her eye with one of her hooves.
“Is it extra sugar?” Rarity’s voice was wavering as she spoke now.
“No, that’s not a special ingredient, that’s a natural ingredient, try again!” Pinkie said, covering her mouth suppressing laughter.
“Chocolate?”
“No! Haven’t you made cupcakes before? All these guesses are common sense.”
“Yes Pinkie, I have, sorry. Ummm, how many more guesses?” Rarity said, very nervous, almost shaking while trying to think of what she would say next.
“Last one Rare-bear, then I’ve gotta leave and go to our other friends. I can’t give you all the time…” Pinkie said, starting to stand up.
“Ok then, and NEVER call me Rare-bear again you… YOU MONSTER!’ Rarity slammed her hooves onto the table.
“Eeek! Rarity, what has gotten into you?!?! Are you ok? I’ve never seen you this angry,” Pinkie said, ducking behind the sofa she was standing near.
“The only thing that’s gotten into me was…” Rarity trailed off, standing and dropping her head. She suddenly snapped her head up, locking eyes with Pinkie Pie menacingly. Rarity jutted a hoof in her way, pointing at her, “IT WAS RAINBOW DASH, WHOM YOU KILLED!”
“Heh… heh…” Pinkie bowed her head and started to chuckle. “Hahahahahahaha you foolish pony, you’ve gone too far in your game of questions, it’s time for your turn. Forget waiting to draw your number, your number is every number now. Oh, look,” Pinkie produced a slip of paper from under the cupcake tray, “It looks like I just drew your number.”
Pinkie produced a sharp, blood stained knife from her saddle satchel; it was the very same one she had used on Dash only a day ago. She moved in, ready to claim her kill.
“Oh Pinkie, you completely misunderstood me,” Rarity said, backing away slowly from the deranged pony. “I have my own little secret as well. Just as gruesome as yours, maybe even worse; how about you judge that for yourself?”
Pinkie stopped, her eyes beginning to widen as she heard Rarity’s words. So she wasn’t the only one keeping some grisly secrets in Ponyville huh? She’d let Rarity show Pinkie her secret, and then she would finish her off. It would be fun after all; maybe she’d even have some new toys to play with from Rarity’s own ensemble.
“Ok, now you’ve perked my curiosity. How about you show me your secret now? Mine’s in my basement, where’s yours? Is yours clean or really messy? How about your tools; new or old? Sharp or dull?” Pinkie asked in rapid succession, not even pausing to breathe.
Pinkie’s mind was reeling in awe with questions; she could barely keep her mouth in-sync with her thoughts. How would she go about Rarity’s reason for leaving though? Rainbow had been easy, but two runaways in the same week; someone would suspect something soon. She had to be extra careful to get what she needed without error. She would see Rarity’s secret, and then offer her the extra cupcake. Only this time, she’d add a little extra to it; she remembered the vial of seasoning in her satchel. A small dash of that would knock anypony out for hours… No wonder it had been hidden so deep in the Everfree Forest, and so much trouble to get on top of that.
“Pinkie, oh Pinkie, so anxious and energetic. Calm yourself down, you silly pony; I’ll show you all the answers, just follow me,” Rarity said, rising from her sofa and smiling widely.
Rarity began to go towards the stairs of her boutique, stopping as Pinkie got up and grabbed the tray of cupcakes from the table.
“No, no cupcakes necessary; we’ll only be a few minutes. It’s not much up there except for the necessities,” Rarity lightly said, thinking over all of the things she was going to show to Pinkie.
Rarity set the cupcakes on the table and Pinkie’s idea of knocking Rarity out was slightly crushed. Without the cupcakes, it would be nearly impossible to get her today. She could always try later before she left; all she knew though was as long as Rarity remained breathing, Pinkie remained challenged. A psychopath like her knew that with another killer on the loose, the fewer cupcakes she’d be able to produce. The blood, the guts, their screams of terror as she opened them wide and tormented their every essence of being; the rush she got from all of this left her hungry for even more. She would drool at the thought of helpless ponies whose very threads of life remained in her hooves. Pinkie felt like a god among each and every last pony in Ponyville.
“Pinkie, are you coming or not? I don’t have all day; I have quite a bit to do still,” Rarity told Pinkie with a tone that seemed to teeter between casual and dark.
Pinkie snapped out of her daze, wiping the drool off of her mouth and shaking her head, “Sure Rarity, I understand completely…” Pinkie lowered her head slightly; chuckling and gazing upwards toward Rarity with an evil look only a true psychopath could manage and understand. “Everypony has a party or two to plan, so you’re ok.”
“Good,” Rarity said, ignoring Pinkie’s sudden psychotic turn, and regaining her usual perky tone. “Then follow me!” Rarity said with a smile and a bounce.
They ascended the stairs to the second floor, where there were a few rooms; one of which was Sweetie Belle’s. As they trotted down the hall, the air seemed to grow cooler, and it was quite dark and eerie too. As Pinkie walked past each of the doors, she couldn’t help but look in all of the open doorways. She had never been upstairs in Rarity’s home before so this was a first. The only strange part about this little “trip” upstairs was Sweetie’s room. She gazed in and froze dead in her tracks.
The room was cold looking, like an air of death hung inside it. The curtains were drawn and darkness overtook the room. The bed sheets still throw as if someone had just gotten out of bed. From what she could see with some slivers of light getting in, it was as if the room hadn’t been used in months. There were a few bugs and spider webs in the corners of the room. Dust coated the bed, the chairs, all of Sweetie’s toys; what had happened to her? This was truly terrifying to Pinkie, and she had seen and heard some of the worst things that had happened in all of Equestria. This wasn’t even right, how could anypony at all, never-the-less Rarity, let such a beautiful room become such a monstrosity. Pinkie was scarred by all of this; she would never forget this sight again for as long as she should live.
“Pinkie! Stop falling behind! Come on, we’re almost there,” Rarity scolded.
Pinkie snapped out of her thoughts and slowly walked forward towards Rarity, who was now looking quite impatient. She took one last look at the filly’s room and shuddered.
Rarity waited for Pinkie at the end of the hall, watching as she stared in Sweetie’s room. She had so many surprises in store for this unsuspecting earth pony. This would be the most fun she would have in ages. Such an energetic and lively pony; hopefully she’d be just as amazing in death too. Rarity gave a slight laugh at the thought of Pinkie’s lifeless corpse in her arms; the smell of cotton candy still irradiating from it, flooding her nostrils. Such elegance, such beauty, such… fun, and there was a lot of each of them in it for Rarity. She snapped out of her demented thoughts and wishes long enough to call Pinkie to her. She watched as the pink pony shuddered at her sister’s room; it brought a silent smile to her dark heart…
“Where do we go from here?” Pinkie asked.
She and Rarity were now at the end of a hall. All that was there was the wall. Rarity looked at the curious pony and winked; reaching up with a hoof, she produced a small string attached to the ceiling. It was wire thin, almost invisible to the naked eye unless you knew exactly where to look. She then tugged the string hard and with the help of her magic, she gently lowered a staircase leading into what Pinkie believed was the attic.
“This is where it is, and nopony has ever come close to finding out… well, almost nopony. Hehe!” Rarity said with a dark yet omniscient tone.
“Wh-what do you mean by that?” Pinkie asked, slightly shivering; her mane had fallen and was hanging straight down, not it’s normal poofy look. She was terrified.
“I’ll explain later dear, now isn’t the time for stories. After you Pinkie,” Rarity said, waving the frightened pony ahead of her.
“B-but my cupcakes, won’t they spoil?” Pinkie mentioned; her voice quivering as sweat began appearing on her forehead.
“Oh no dear, I’ll hurry downstairs and put them in the fridge,” Rarity said, heading back down the stairs.
“No, I really should get going Rarity, you don’t even know the rush I’m in,” Pinkie said, going towards the stairs as well.
“Oh Pinkie, look outside, your cupcakes would be ruined in this mess,” Rarity nuzzled toward the lone window.
The rain was beginning to fall outside as the sky grew darker. The storm had chosen Pinkie’s only time to escape as its’ time to unleash. The rain had quickly spattered the window causing the view to become distorted. Rarity continued down the stairs.
“Be right back Pinkie, don’t go anywhere,” Rarity then used her magic to slam the stairs and trapdoor shut.
Pinkie knew her time was coming fast; she began slamming her hooves on the ground, trying to knock the door lose. It was shut and sealed; she was trapped. Pinkie began to sob lightly, a single tear running down her sad face. Her mind was reeling again; how could Rarity do this? To me of all ponies, she thought. We were great friends, I even shared my cupcakes with her and then she wants to kill me.
“Haha, w-why would she want to kill you, silly Pinkie,” Pinkie spoke aloud to herself, “R-rarity won’t do this, she’s your friend and just wants to have some fun.”
Pinkie took off her saddle satchel and sat next to it on the couch, attempting to regain her thoughts. She looked around, the room dark and hard to see in, and noticed nothing but a few silhouettes off in the distance. She wondered how long Rarity would be gone and whether or not this storm would continue to keep her trapped at her house. The second she left, she’d avoid Rarity the best she could and forget this ever happened; unless she was somehow able to turn the tide on Rarity and do the deed herself. Without her cupcakes it would be hard, but this would be raw fighting… and she was ready. After grabbing a knife from the nearby table and hiding it in the cushion, she sat back down in the lone light; the silhouettes still scaring her as she awaited Rarity.
Rarity sealed the attic door behind her, hearing loud bangs from above as she trotted downstairs. Now, she’s mine for sure, Rarity thought to herself. She made her way to the kitchen after shutting all the second-floor doors. She saw the Rainbow Cakes sitting on the counter and picked them up with her magic; then dumped them directly into the trash. No need for those, she thought, I can make my own treats fit for a lady; not those common-fold items of hers. Rarity shut off the lights downstairs and begin making her way back up to the attic as thunder sounded from outside.
“It would be an awful night to be Fluttershy,” she laughed aloud. “At least for Pinkie it’ll have a swift end…”
Rarity unsealed the attic and walked up, seeing Pinkie smiling at her, sitting on the couch. She saw the look in Pinkie’s eye, the crazed and diluted shine, and knew something was going to happen. She got her mind ready to suspend the crazed earth pony’s preemptive attack and walked towards her, resealing the stairs behind her.
“Rarity, you’re back! Are my Rainbow Cakes safely snug in the fridge?” Pinkie stepped off the sofa, using sleight of hand to grab the knife, and began bouncing, putting it behind her back as she spoke.
“Yes Pinkie dear, they’re good and snug right where I left them; don’t you worry your pretty pink head,” Rarity said, stopping her movement, letting Pinkamena come to her.
“Good Rarity, because we’re gonna be here for a while,” Pinkie said.
“Whatever do you mean dear?” Rarity asked; seeing a hoof behind Pinkie’s back, knowing she had something dangerous.
Pinkie backed Rarity against the wall and pulled out the knife, “This Rarity… I mean this, because right here, right now… we’re making cupcakes.” Pinkie began a maniacal laugh and Rarity took her shot.
A ball of red yarn flew from the dark depths of the room and hit Pinkie square in the face, startling her. The yarn quickly wrapped around her hooves, binding them to her body as she struggled and tried to swipe with the knife, before falling to the ground, hooves bonded.
“L-let me go! I-I’ll tell everypony about this Rarity! Celestia have mercy on you!” Pinkie thrashed and screamed, the knife falling from her tightly bonded hoof.
“When you do that, I’ll be more than happy to take them to Sugarcube Corner’s basement… Then what will you do Pinkie?” Rarity stared through Pinkie’s eyes and deep into her soul; seeing each and every dark thought in those crazed, trapped eyes. “Y-you’re a monster… I should get you locked up, but that’s much too risky… and nopony saw you come here.”
Lightning flashed overhead, lighting the entire room momentarily. Rarity set Pinkie upon the sofa, lifting the still flailing pony and setting her down. The rickety set rumbling under her force, attempting to break the tightly wound yarn with her intense thrusts. Rarity began worrying that the thing would fall out from underneath her if she kept it up. Suddenly the lightning flashed again and Pinkie looked around, mortified as she saw what the silhouettes were for the first time… She didn’t want to believe it, but she couldn’t have mistaken what she saw. Her thrashing stopping as her face and body froze in fear.
“Oh, scared are we? Allow me to shed some light on the situation,” Rarity said, turning on more lights with her magic.
The room revealed mannequins not of the usual material but of numerous pony cadavers, petrified and impaled on steel, blood soaked rods; each poised in their final moments and facial expressions of their lives. The one noticeable thing about each and every corpse, other than the plush-like fake eyeballs, was that the mane was gone, as well as the tail. All the hair that could be found upon the bodies was missing. A few of the cadavers were wearing dresses; Pinkie recognized the dresses’ colors on the few ponies she did recognize as the same color as the missing hair. Rarity saw the terror-struck look and began speaking to Pinkie.
“Each and every one of these marvelous ponies were my experiments and components for my magnificent dresses,” she walked through the mannequin cadavers, stroking the solid, stone-like bodies suspended on the blood- red and silver poles; the dried blood complementing the horrified expressions. “I drew them in here, got them nice and cozy and invited them up for a special treat to go along with their tea. Once they were up here, I set them on this table,” she walked over to a larger blood-stained table in the middle of the cadavers, “and tortured them as I ripped each and every hair from their frightened souls… Enjoying each in different ways, the screams and tears feeding my bloodlust, making me desire their very souls.”
Rarity had begun drooling and was approaching Pinkie. “You must know what it’s like, the blood on your face mixing with the sweat of your brow as you cut, pluck, and terrify them to their very own ends. Seeing the tears roll as the blood gets in your eyes is such a rush, you can’t help yourself and then you end them quickly in your own way… My way of course being a swift drop onto their special poles; it’s such an honor to be hung on one and then solidified and preserved for all eternity.” She stroked a ponyless pole near the table; its’ shining, silver tip jagged and sharp, ready to pierce anypony anywhere.
Rarity was panting, her eye’s wide and pupils dilated as she twitched curiously, her hair frazzled and a look of pure insanity on her face; drool still running down her wet chin as she stared into Pinkie’s eyes. Pinkie froze again as she stared back; unsure and unable to do anything but gape in horror. Suddenly, she was being lifted over the mannequins by Rarity’s magic; she looked over to where she was floating to. It was the table Rarity had bragged about moments ago; Pinkie now noticed four leather belts attached to the frame, which looked as if it were merely around the table and not attached.
“W-what is this thing?” Pinkie managed to ask.
“This will ensure I can have you bonded and still able to get at all of you; only a unicorn can use this, for it requires much magic,” Rarity said, unbinding and strapping in each of Pinkie’s hooves one by one.
After her last hoof was strapped to the table frame, Pinkie immediately struggled again trying to loosen the bonds. Rarity saw this and could only snicker at a feeble attempt from the energetic pony. Using her magic to tighten the bonds as tight as they could go, cutting off Pinkie’s circulation; she enjoyed the slight torture of her hooves turning purple before loosening them again.
“Oh Pinkie, purple like my mane, such a good color for you; don’t you agree?” Rarity said right in her face, almost muzzle to muzzle.
Pinkie looked her dead in the eye and spit directly onto her face, right between her eyes. Rarity’s face turned red with rage as she wiped the spit off and slapped Pinkie across the face, leaving a hoofprint a few shades darker than the pink face.
“H-how dare you spit on me! I am not trash you filly; I will rip that disgusting tongue right from your throat if I must! You never spit on Rarity, for I am a regal unicorn and you are nothing but a common earth pony,” Rarity said, nostrils flaring and more hair displaced. “I was going to wait a while to play, but let’s begin.”
Using her magic, she lifted the table frame into the air, then a pole from the center of the table and attached them together, suspending Pinkie in the air. As she walked around, observing the exposed front and back of her nice, fluffy-mane captive.
“Before we begin, you enjoy my mannequins, correct?” Rarity said, brushing Pinkie’s fluffy mane with a hoof.
“Ha, I’m more of a taxidermist myself Rarity; but I’ll admit, your spell would speed things up for me,” Pinkie said, attempting to look at the pony that was now stroking her. “Let me go and we can work together; you take their hair and I take the insides. Cupcakes for me, dresses for you; and best of all, your number gets removed from my drawings.”
Rarity pondered this for a few moments; an alliance with Pinkie? How would this work for her business, how would it complicate the whole process? Suddenly, her mind was snapped from the thought as a drop rolled down her face. It was more of Pinkie’s saliva she had missed earlier; this sealed her decision.
“You come into my home, feed me my friend, attempt to kill me not once, but TWICE, and then have the audacity to spit on my face? THEN to top it all off, want to propose an alliance with me, all in the same night?” Rarity went around to Pinkie’s front, standing on the table getting in her face as she spoke. “Pinkie dear, you need to buck off.”
With that, Pinkie head-butted Rarity directly in her muzzle, a soft crack sounding as they connected. Rarity stumbled backwards and fell off the table onto her back. As she arose, Pinkie reached at the latches with her hooves, she could reach and undo them if she got the chance. Pinkie looked back at the fallen unicorn, seeing blood on her lip coming from her muzzle.
Rarity licked her lips and spoke calmly, “I expected as much from you; you don’t have as many surprises up your sleeve anymore do you?”
“Oh I have enough still in store for you Rare-bear,” she snickered, “But you just need to be patient. Now what were you saying about those mannequins of yours?”
“Heh, fine then, as I was saying; you’ll love these three the best of all,” Rarity walked into a darker part of the room, taking three smaller silhouettes with her magic as she came back.
Pinkie immediately recognized the silhouettes for who they were. “Y-you couldn’t have… TH-THEY WERE FILLIES!” Pinkie began screaming, sobbing as tears ran down her cheeks. “I-I’ve t-taken my sh-share of fillies, I’ll admit... b-but SHE WAS YOUR SISTER!”
Rarity brought the three silhouettes out, revealing the Cutie Mark Crusaders upon blood-coated poles, poking through the tops and bottoms of their bodies. The horror stricken looks on their faces would haunt Pinkie for as long as she would live; the baldness of the fillies complemented by each a dress of their own. Apple Bloom had a red dress draped over her, Scootaloo had a purple dress over her orange coat, and Sweetie Belle, Rarity’s sister, had a pink and light purple dress on.
“Ha, you call me out for killing them because she was related to me? Rainbow Dash was like a sister to you! All your pranking and the way you showed her Gilda was a bad griffon?” Rarity set a hoof on her deceased sister as she continued, “Her and her friends came into my home while I was out and wanted to play,” she mimicked their excited tones, “Cutie Mark Crusader Detectives! They snooped upstairs and Sweetie noticed my attic door cracked open ever so slightly. After some careful chair and pony balancing, they managed to get it open and look inside. I got home as they were coming out of there. I made it quick for them, but they didn’t get their cutie marks either. But it looks like they’ll now be playing Cutie Mark Crusader Mannequins with each other forever, isn’t that right Scootaloo?” Rarity shook the dead pegasus’ body up and down in agreement.
“Y-you’re sick… H-how c-could you…” Pinkie was shivering, nearly throwing up from the ghastly scene as she stayed there, suspended, unable to look away from the Cutie Mark Cadavers; as they now were.
Rarity could only laugh as Pinkie’s disgust and awe continued; only fueling her desire to take this pony’s life. She would make sure to visit Sugarcube Corner after she finished up with Pinkie. After all, she’d have to go there later and grab Dash and that beautiful mane anyways, unless Pinkie desecrated it. That hair was too marvelous to pass up, and so was Dash’s form; she may never need another mannequin with Dash as one, but, then again, what would be the harm in a few more afterwards? Rarity giggled quietly at the thought as she eyed the disgusted mare.
“Now Pinkamena,” Pinkie shivered hearing Rarity say her full name, “Shall we have some fun now; because I really want to show you the true reason I’m the Element of Generosity. I really do like to give my friends the full treatment, ha-ha!” The weird, untamed grin on Rarity’s face, combining with the eerie unnatural laugh, warned Pinkie that this wouldn’t involve sacrificing part of her mane again but somepony instead.
Pinkie glanced around the room desperately planning her escape; as she looked around she spotted her satchel still on the couch. She quickly looked away so Rarity wouldn’t see where she was looking and realize what she was thinking. What do I have in my bag, Pinkie desperately asked herself, mind racing, and panting heavy as she was bonded. I have an eye-patch, another knife, some sneezing powder, the magic-repressing liquid in a syringe, and a few party supplies. The syringe would keep her from using anymore magic, the sneezing powder could distract her while I use the knife, and the party favors could be for the after-party with all the mannequins as we share the most beautiful purple cupcakes in all of Equestria.
Rarity eyed the party pony as she paced back and forth, wondering where to begin. She saw Pinkie’s eyes darting everywhere looking for a glimmer of hope; this amused Rarity greatly as she knew nopony could escape once they’ve been buckled into the frame. She turned away as she thought; what would she do to her next? Cut her, pluck her hair, or even the most special, yet worst, part of it all; she decided she would give Pinkie the full treatment, something she had not done since Prince Blueblood had acted as he did at the gala. He had deserved it though, that disgrace to all royalty everywhere. She had done the world a favor cleansing him from the blood-line of whatever family he had tainted; he had screamed like a girl too, so that made it twice as fun for her. “My perfect mane, h-how dare you! You unruly, uncivilized-,“ his last words still rang in her ears, that last word still remained a mystery; although she knew full well what word he was going to soil his royal mouth with.
Pinkie saw Rarity turn, lost in thought, so she started frantically working her left hoof’s restraint. She bent her hoof inward towards the wrist, as if she were trying to touch it; she barely got a hold on the buckle. She made quick work, despite the difficulty, and unlatched the belt. The pain in her wrist from using such an awkward angle of bending to get it went away quickly. Once the first latch was undone, she moved to the right hoof’s restraint; she loosened it enough to where she could slip out, but still looked trapped. She quickly fixed the left hoof back up to the same position and slipped it back into the restraint; she was prepared.
Rarity spun back around, a large smile now on her face as she walked behind Pinkie, pulling a cart from the dark depths. On it was various torture devices of Rarity’s own selection; she began to hum and lightly sing as she sorted through the knives, hooks, and various blades on the top of the cart.
Rarity picked up a golden tool and approached Pinkie from behind, “For Pinkie Pie something… pink…” she sung, brushing a hoof down Pinkie’s mane. She held Pinkie’s head in place with a strong spell, making sure she wouldn’t be able to avoid the next attack.
Pinkie heard the singing and began to worry immediately, maybe now was the time to escape. Rarity’s brushing hoof scared her and caused her to shiver greatly as she thought. She tried to turn her head, but couldn’t; her head was stuck in place by some invisible force she could only assume was Rarity’s magic. Suddenly the lyrics turned dark and grew louder as she heard hoofsteps approaching her slowly from behind.
“Hook and eye…” Rarity twirled the golden hook around her hoof before gripping Pinkie’s mane and forcing her head back, causing her eyes to fly wide open in terror. “Couldn’t you just simply… die…?” The last word was slightly dark and demented as her voice had grown raspy, almost demonic upon speaking it.
As Pinkie’s head was snapped back, she heard the last word of the line and immediately pulled her left hoof from the brace as suddenly she was forced to focus on an approaching gleam, as a hook pierced directly into her right pupil. A loud scream resounded from deep within Pinkie as the gold tip pierced, causing some blood to spew, and began tugging at her eye. She quickly gripped at it with her free hoof and attempted to break Rarity’s grasp. Unable to overpower her enough, she quickly pulled her right hoof and did her best to hit Rarity with a hard right elbow. The resounding crack told her the mark was hit as the hook sat dangled in her now blind right eye.
The pain in Pinkie’s eye was quickly muffled over by adrenaline coming from the desperate need to escape. She bent forward, holding onto the frame with one hoof for support, and began to undo the left ankle brace. She loosened it enough to slip the hoof out and partially stand on the frame; she then did the same with the other and jumped down onto the table. Gently gripping the hook, she began to ease it from her eye; her screams resounded heavily as it came from her iris and pupil.
The elbow smacked into Rarity’s muzzle hard, enraging her, as well as knocking her backwards; as she fell back, her head smacked hard onto the floor. Her vision blackened for a few moments, then began to fade in and out as she tried to fight the overwhelming pain. She felt blood trickling out of her probably-broken muzzle as she saw Pinkie unstrapping herself between the dark flashes. She began struggling to her feet, shaking her head vigorously to ease the pain slightly. Her vision began to repair itself as she got to her front legs.
Pinkie looked back and saw Rarity arising slowly; she barely had moments to spare. She jumped to the floor and dashed to her satchel. She searched through the few things and found what she needed now. She grabbed the syringe and the eye-patch. Slipping on the patch helped her vision slightly; she then grabbed the syringe and turned back to the slightly-collapsed unicorn. Seeing that she was still dazed, she took the chance and began running as fast as she could at Rarity. The pain slowed her from hitting a quick pace, but she was still going quick enough to get the force needed for a tackle; she dove at Rarity.
Rarity watched Pinkie, confused, as she went through her satchel. “Her satchel!” Rarity whispered aloud. “That’s wh-what she was looking at… I-I should’ve known…” Rarity spat on the ground near her and began to focus on using her magic to help herself up. She looked at where she had spit and saw mostly blood, some mucus, and little saliva. As she regained her back legs, she heard quick hoofsteps to her right. She turned and saw the eye-patch wearing pony come flying at her in a dive. She couldn’t react quick enough to get away.
Knocking Rarity back to the ground, Pinkie shouted in pain as her eye flared, the adrenaline wearing off. As she struggled to hold the unicorn down with one hoof, she began to aim the syringe’s needle. She did a slow, but quick, stab into the horn, going inward towards the base. As it stuck in, she released her grip on Rarity and began easing the plunger down, injecting the drug into her horn. The color drained from Rarity’s horn slowly as the magic began weakening and slowly draining. Rarity shivered as the liquid finished entering her body, she used as much of the strength she had left to kick Pinkie off her. Pinkie fell backwards and hit the ground, slowly panting as she lay there, in pain, and barely conscious; Rarity lay in the same fashion.
Pinkie struggled to sit up, the pain in her back from the hard floor agonizing her every move. Rarity, on the other hand, was weak; her magic had drained as well as most of her strength. Pinkie noticed Rarity stirring and knew she had to get back to her bag. “My knife…” she thought to herself, “It’s my last hope…” She began struggling as she crawled across the room, making her way to the bag. Each inch she crawled hurt more than the last as her eye began bleeding again, blood going down her face from the open wound; the eye-patch could no longer contain it.
Rarity watched, unable to do much herself, she had no chance to beat Pinkie to the bag. The only shot left for her to live was her tools. She was close, but it would drain her of what she had left… she needed to do it though. The rage of the matter of life and death, mixing with Rarity’s rage of her first escapee gave her just enough strength to edge herself towards the tool table; groans of pain coming from her each move. She gripped the very edge of it after an agonizing struggle and tugged at it; the table flipped over, dumping the various tools near her head, barely missing her. She grabbed a rusted knife, one she hadn’t used in a while; one that was for ponies, but wasn’t meant for keeping the bodies.
Struggling and wincing her way toward her satchel, she thought about everything; her life, her friends, her victims… and last of all, how she would kill this psycho. Pinkie raised herself up, facing the sofa, and reached for the satchel. She gripped the outer edge of it and pulled; the contents falling onto the ground next to her. She quickly searched for and found her bloody knife. She then unfurled the party horn and dumped some of the sneezing powder into the end of it and let it curl back up. With both the knife and horn in her mouth, she got to her hooves and began a slow limp back to Rarity; the blood from her eye slowing to a trickle.
Rarity turned and saw Pinkie coming back, now on all fours. If she couldn’t get to her feet soon, she would be finished. Setting the knife handle in her mouth, she gripped the fallen table and began a painful struggle to her hooves, her energy draining quick without her magic. She felt useless and helpless without it; no different from an earth-pony none the less, she thought to herself with a chuckle. She managed to gain stability with her back hooves and eased herself on her front hooves one at a time, nearly falling as she did so. She spat again, more blood, her muzzle was broken for sure thanks to Pinkie. Once she was up and ready she turned slowly and saw Pinkie nearly there. She began approaching her at the same limp speed, ready for their final battle.
Pinkie watched Rarity arise and knew that this wouldn’t be easy; she’d have to work for this one too. As Rarity began approaching Pinkie, she took the knife from her mouth into a hoof and situated her eye patch. She then set the party horn under the eye-patch strap on the back of her head, hiding it from Rarity’s view. She resumed her limp towards Rarity, her head still throbbing in pain from her wound.
As they closed in on each other, adrenaline began coursing through their veins, numbing their wounds and giving them back some of their energy. Using the newfound energy, they both stood on their hind hooves and kept going at a normal pace now. After a few more steps, they got within range of each other and it began.
Pinkie slashed at Rarity with her blade, barely missing as Rarity recoiled in fear. Stepping back, Pinkie narrowly avoided a swipe from Rarity as she tried to counter with her own. Rarity deflected the blade with her own and caught Pinkie’s knife wielding hoof, forcing her into a grapple. Hitting her in the muzzle a few times with the knife’s handle, she got ready to take out the other eye. Pinkie, somewhat groggy from the hits, blindly head-butted Rarity’s forehead, between her eyes; the blow made Rarity stagger backwards toward the table, breaking the grapple. She spat more blood onto the ground and took a step toward Pinkie. Pinkie covered the rest of the distance and began to thrust the edge of the knife towards her throat in a forward motion, the knife horizontal across Rarity’s throat; a now wide-eyed and wide-smiling Pinkie holding the knife’s handle.
Rarity blocked the thrust, holding her knife vertical with both hooves, one on the handle and the other on the back of the blade. Sweat began appearing on her head as she began wondering if this would be her final moment on this world. As Pinkie began forcing the knife close, the demonic smile still on her face, Rarity became enraged.
“I. WILL. NOT. DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” She screamed, thrusting back, forcing Pinkie away from her as she turned back and climbed onto the table.
Rarity quickly turned and saw Pinkie walking towards the table, about to climb onto it as well. Rarity pushed the frame and its’ pole off, both falling to the ground with a crash, giving her more room to fight. She turned back to the pink pony.
“Let’s finish this…” Pinkie said, glaring at Rarity as she climbed onto the table, the rain pounding relentlessly at the windows still, as thunder and lightning kept bellowing outside.
“I agree…” Rarity said panting, ready for Pinkie to make the first swipe.
Pinkie was awaiting the same thing as they stood there, eyes locked and breathing heavily. They were both covered in sweat, blood, and bruises from their fighting; there was no telling whose blood was on whom. Then as lightning flashed, shining the mannequin cadavers that surrounded the table again, they both attacked. As they both kept slicing and blocking at each other they began a slow circling on the table, making sure not to fall from the edge. Pinkie managed to knick Rarity’s arm once, but Rarity quickly returned with two of her own; the small cuts on each of them practically nothing at this point.
Pinkie could barely think as she kept slicing at Rarity, unable to slow at risk of losing this fight. She panted and grunted with each thrust of her hoof, still circling the table as the adrenaline kept going for both of them. She would make cupcakes of Rarity by the time this was all over, she was sure of it. She screamed as she stabbed quick and hard at Rarity, the scream stunning her, allowing Pinkie to plunge the knife into her left arm, not the one holding the knife.
As the knife plunged into her, she screamed loud, managing to retaliate, stabbing Pinkie’s arm as well; this time in the knife wielding one. Rarity quickly pulled the knife out as Pinkie cringed in pain; she went to stab again.
The wound flared and made her eyes tear, burning her already wounded eye as she quickly blocked Rarity’s next stab. The vibration was hard as the knives connected, reverberating up Pinkie’s arm, causing her new wound to hurt even worse; this forced the knife from her hoof. Pinkie gripped the back of her own head in pain as she screamed. Rarity quickly kicked the knife away and went to deliver the killing blow to the sobbing Pinkie.
As Rarity’s knife began its’ decent, Pinkie yanked the party horn from the back of her head and blew it right at Rarity, the powder flying into her face. It quickly stunned her, forcing a gasp of surprise which allowed it to flow directly into her. It took quick effect and Rarity began sneezing, unable to focus on Pinkie as the sneezes shot from her quickly.
Pinkie grabbed the incapacitated unicorn and threw her down onto the table; then began stomping on the hoof holding onto the knife. Amidst the sneezes and moans of pain, she released the knife; Pinkie quit stomping and picked up the knife, throwing it across the room where it landed in the side of the Sweetie Belle mannequin. She began laughing as she saw it hit, and penetrate, Rarity’s sister’s petrified coat.
As the powder wore off, Rarity saw Pinkie laughing at something. She didn’t know what, only that this was her only chance to turn the tables. With one last sneeze, she got to her feet and gripped Pinkie’s shoulder, forcing Pinkie to stop laughing and turn to look. As she looked, her gaze was met with a white hoof approaching her muzzle and making contact. Instead of falling backwards, she stayed standing thanks to Rarity’s grip; the barrage of punches continued. As her face bloodied, she quickly began punching back, hitting the broken muzzle once and forcing Rarity’s grip to release.
As she staggered back, gripping her muzzle and shutting her eyes in pain she groaned as the muzzle began bleeding again. She has her weak spots, like I have mine, Rarity thought to herself. Her eye… my last hope… She looked up and grinned as she approached Pinkie once more. Pinkie spit out a tooth onto the ground and turned to face Rarity, her grin now with a gap in it.
They both moved forward and began hitting each other; dodging as well. Rarity connected three punches to Pinkie’s blinded eye, missing the fourth as Pinkie dodged and countered with a few hits to her muzzle. As they fought, the storm raged outside with fierce winds that most hadn’t seen in ages. The high speed winds forced the attic window open, allowing rain, leaves, and wind to fly in. As the rain and wind soaked and ruined their already frantic manes; the fighting continued. Lightning flared once more, this time brighter without the window shield; thunder bellowed loud, shaking the whole house.
Rarity hit Pinkie’s eye one more time and surprised her with a knee to her stomach; causing her to double over and allow Rarity a fierce uppercut on her. She fell backwards and quickly got to her feet, and managed to block a few more blows, countering a few times when she was able. They continued circling the table, the gleaming pole threatening whoever fell off on that side. After taking a few of Pinkie’s punches, Rarity grabbed her hoof and went to counter with her own punch. Pinkie reacted and grabbed Rarity’s hoof in her own as well; she then went in for a head-butt, so did Rarity.
As the two foreheads connected with a sharp crack, both of the ponies flew back, off of the table and onto the ground; there were two sounds in that moment. One of them was the thud of a pony hitting the ground; the other was a wet smack and a gargled, blood-filled scream as the other fell, back first, impaling themselves on the mannequin pole.
Epilogue
The rain, blood, and wound-covered pony trekked down the stairs of Sugarcube Corner, into the basement. Startled by the sight of the plush-like Rainbow Dash, then she remembered who it was and sighed, giggling softly at her original fear. She trekked down and examined the torture room, seeing nothing disturbed in the organizational sense. Doing one last look around, she went back to Rainbow Dash and picked her up in her hooves. The trek through the rain would be hard, but worth it.
“Come on Rainbow Dash, we have a dress to sew…” Rarity said, beginning a slow maniacal laugh as she ascended the stairs, her horn lighting the way and sealing off the basement behind her forever as she made her way through the storm back to the shop.
