Cupcakes: The Different Story

"Any last words, you miserable excuse of a foal?"

"You have beautiful eyes..."

That's not how any of this works at all. It was an evil I felt it was my duty to fight. But the way I fought it, the look in my eyes, how could anypony- even my little sister- call them beautiful?...

I've had that same nightmare for at least two months now. I'm hanging in the air from a set of chains, similarly to the story with Scootaloo, and a yellow ghost-like creature floats in my place. It wore a black scarf that it used like a pair of tentacles, and it's face was a mask. "You seriously thought you, a useless pile of manure, could kill what's already dead?!" it scowled at me.

"Love can overcome all evils in this world!" In the story, there was another filly who said just that before I killed her, and now, I found myself barking it back.

"Let's see if "love" can overcome this one!" The creature repeated exactly what I said to that little filly. It reached its scarf into my chest, pulling out a dark, misty orb. I was barely conscious enough to watch him swallow it before bolting awake. I shook the thought from my head. Tomorrow morning, I'll visit Canterlot and ask Princess Luna about it. Right now, I have a presentation for another princess...

Twilight sat high above the theatre room in an upper balcony, glaring down at me in anticipation as I entered near the main attraction. I cleared my throat. "I assume everypony here has made their decision? If not, now would be your turn to leave."

The guards held the gates open, and a large group of pegasi flew out.

"And if you have received the news only recently, now would be your turn to leave."

A smaller group of pegasi left. Only a third of the original group remained. It was more than enough... "Now, do we have any volunteers?"

A pegasus not much older than me with a shining yellow mane and red pelt stepped forward. Fluttershy led her up the stairs to set her up.

"You've all had a tour of the rest of the weather factory, right? Can anyone tell me what the first stop is?"

A filly of identical appearance to Scootaloo raised her hoof, but I could tell it wasn't her. "Where the rainbows come down out of the mixing bowl, right?"

"Correct!" I cheered. "And rainbows are made of spectrum, the pure essence of color. Ever since Princess Celestia left rainbow production to the pegasi over a thousand years ago, we struggled to extract raw, natural spectrum. Until one day, we made a breakthrough!"

Fluttershy pulled the red Pegasus into the air with a series of chains.

"One of the workers was due to have a foal; her uterus ruptured, and she died. When her corpse was put into the processor, the most beautiful blues and greens came spewing out! After some tests, we concluded that live ponies are the best source of pure spectrum! But who would sacrifice ponies for the sake of rainbows? No one! But they would for their own selfish intent. That's why all of you are here, isn't it?..."

Fluttershy and I giggled as the audience shivered in terror. "This," I began, "is the Super Speedy Filly Squeezy 6900. Or, as I like to call it..." I took part of the cloth in my mouth and tore the large sheet off of the machine. "the Pegasus Device!"

"We find the machine works best if the patient's uterus is removed and inserted separately." Fluttershy continued, cutting into the mare's abdomen with a kitchen knife. Peeling the skin away, she pointed a small camera inside, casting an image of the womb onto a large screen behind the main stage. "Oh, good." she chuckled. "We were starting to run out of indigo. It's pretty hard to come by." Fluttershy tied the tubes and cut below the knot, removing the uterus with the six-weeks-developed foal inside, holding it high as if it were a trophy. She then dropped our tiny victim into the machine. Everypony watched as the pipes filled with indigo from the fetus' coat, and red from the blood. The mother was lowered and her chains undone, only for her to meet the same fate.

I glared down at Scootaloo's copy. "I thought you loved me!" I mocked in a high-pitched voice. "You think you can come in here and try to appeal to whatever empathy is left in me by pretending to be my little sister?! How dare you mock the pony I did all of this to save! GUARDS!"

The Shadowbolts ponies flew next to the filly, awaiting their captain's instructions. "Bring me some dip..."

The guards flew off, returning with a barrel of hydrogen peroxide, acetone, and benzine, which they placed over the Pegasus Device. The filly was chained up and dunked into the barrel. Out of it came a white filly with a deep blue mane, orange and red filling it.

"Scootaloo's mother..." I croaked, "wanted a third-trimester abortion. When this takes place, the fetus is either beheaded or dismembered. In a fit of rage, I did both to her poor mother. I was so scared... I scooped Scootaloo out and raised her as my little sister, and dumped her mother's body in the Everfree. With any luck, everypony just assumed she was eaten by a timberwolf." I looked up at Twilight and burst into tears. The guards moved the barrel, and I sniffled, preparing to speak. "What's your name, kid?"

"W-Windrop." she replied.

"Windrop…" I bowed my head. "You would've had a bright future ahead of you, just like the rest of those little fillies. I'm sorry this has to be your grave." Keeping my head down, I smiled. "You have beautiful eyes..."