Pinkie's Last Shift

by DeathToPonies

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, Porn, Pinkie Pie (EqG), Fetish, Equestria Girls, Violence, Slice of Life, Dark, Death
Length: 1748

Pinkie Pie has a not so great day at work.

Pinkie Pie loves her life. She has great friends, a future ahead of her, and a reputation for the best party gal around! Most of all, though, she loves her job at the Sweet Snacks Cafe as a waitress. She loves the cute little outfit she gets to wear, and how she can tease the boys with it. She loves the playful attitude of the diner, and she's always looking for ways to improve the five star service!

It's too bad she had to come to work today.

Fetish specific tags: Snuff, Incontinence, Brutalization, Genital Mutilation

Published 2020-03-20 22:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-03-20 22:00:01 UTC

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Pinkie stood in front of the mirror in her pink colored room, adjusting her cute blue panties. Today was her favorite day of the week - the day she got to go work at the Sweet Snacks Cafe! Most people didn't like their jobs, especially in the food industry. But Pinkie was different. It was a sort of double bonus for her.

On one hand, she got to make people smile! That was, after all, her favorite thing to do. Working at on old-fashion diner meant her attitude always had to be on top, which came natural to someone like her! She loved making kids smile as she zoomed around on her roller skates, showing off her sick moves. Getting giddy just thinking about it, she shuffled around cutely in her underwear, grabbing the fluffy dress and slipping it on. She always loved how she looked with it, almost resembling candy!

And on the other hand, she thought, slowly bending over in the mirror, the short, poofy skirt revealing her cute ass, wrapped in her tight blue panties, she could tease boys to no end in this thing. She stood up and giggled, pushing up her breasts in the outfit, the tight top accentuating her curves. She'd always do the same routine - act cutesy and innocent, but always give the best angles to the loneliest boys - Microchips was her favorite - and reap the rewards of amazing tips and return customers. She subtly rewarded them, too - better tips meant she would gently brush by them or even touch them, or perhaps bend all the way over next time.

She had no intention of giving them anything, of course. She hated boys, and more than that, she hated dick - but she knew how important those dicks were to boys, and how much they'd pay to see it. And since she'd never put out, it was a win-win! Pinkie giggled, twirling in her skirt one more time in front of the mirror, before bouncing out the door.

On the bus, she sat by herself, like usual. As she was sure nobody was watching, she slowly reached under her skirt, feeling the slick fabric of her panties and fingering herself through them, thinking of all the money she was going to make and people she would make happy, and all the boys who wanted what she was doing to herself right now but would never get it. She hummed in pleasure, making herself wet at the thought - this was going to be a great day!

The bus driver, an old man, didn't bother taking Pinkie's fare as she left the bus - she distracted him with the blow of a kiss and "accidentally" dropping her phone as she left the bus, causing her to bend over and give him a great view. Pinkie gleefully skipped through the doors to the diner. The smell of sweets, treats, and desperate boys filled the air. Her two coworkers, the younger, sillier, blue haired Sunny Sugarsocks, and the older, more mature, purple haired Tip Top, greeted her.

"Well, hey, Pinkie!" said Sunny brightly, excited to see her friend. "Y'ready for today?"

"Of COURSE!" replied Pinkie, throwing her arms up in joy. Tip Top smiled at the two, leaning to the side warmly. As the oldest, she felt responsible for the trouble these two hooligans got in to sometimes.

"Alright, girls," Tip Top announced warmly, getting their attention. Pinkie leaned over the counter to listen to her, perking out her butt a little. "Today, we're expecting a lot of customers, so let's get out there and make them HAPPY!"

"YEAH!" exclaimed Pinkie and Sunny in unison. The three of them split up, to go and find their customers.

The day went about as planned, for a couple of hours. Pinkie teased the boys and entertained everyone else, earning the most tips of the three girls. Tip Top didn't mind, she was just glad people were coming to their diner and having a good time. Sunny wouldn't tell you, but she did feel just the slightest bit jealous that people thought Pinkie was hotter than her, but she blamed her own lack of ass and tits for that.

Pinkie skated to a table of crystal prep boys, ready to rake in the cash.

"Helloooooooo boys," she giggled. "What can we get started for you today?"

Upfront, the jockiest of the bunch didn't waste any time. "Are you on the menu today, toots?"

Pinkie blushed. It wasn't like it hadn't happened before. She was ready for it! She slowly slid in next to the large boy, running a finger down his shoulder.

"Mmmm, I dunno," she said. "Maybe....for the right price?"

The boys at the table all seemed to approve, and Pinkie got up, resuming her cheery attitude.

"So! I'll start you all off with triple chocolate sundae delights! How does that sound?"

The boys cheereed, ready to get this party started. Suckers, Pinkie thought. Those things were a total rip, like $8 a pop! Hook line and sinker. Now, just to reel them in. Going back to her trick from earlier, she dropped her phone near the table.

"Whoops!" she giggled. "Silly me..."

Pinkie bent over, giving the boys another peak at her tight ass. Just a hint of the light blue panties was visible, but it was enough to send them crazy, she was sure of it. Everything was going according to-

The door suddenly burst open, and Pinkie, ass out, suddenly heard a gruff voice shouting.

"EVERYONE ON THE FUCKING GROUND!"

What-

Suddenly, gunshots rang out. Pinkie yelped, falling foward, her skirt falling completely up to her waist, revealing her ass. She gasped, turning, and saw masked men wielding guns. They had shot someone charging the biggest one, and he had fallen down in pain, bleeding all over the floor. Pinkie's heart ran a mile in a second. The masked man who was charged had a bit of his face mask ripped off, and she could see the lime green hair. Everyone stood in silence, except the boy screaming in pain from being shot. One of the masked men silenced him with several bullets to the skull.

"Well, now what?" asked the green haired masked man. "They've seen my face." The skinniest of the masked individuals sighed.

"Well, I guess we have to kill them all."

Pinkie almost screamed. Sunny beat her to the punch.

"NO!" screamed the waitress, her cute outfit getting wet around the crotch as she pissed herself in terror. "I...I DON'T WANNA DIE! I DON'T WANN-"

One of the men shot her several times in the stomach. Sunny shrieked, slamming against the wall behind her and falling to it, gasping, grabbing her stomach. Everyone in the diner started to panic and run now. Gunfire rang out everywhere. Pinkie, dress still fucked up, started to crawl behind the counter, barely breathing and still in shock. Was....was this really happening???

Sunny bawled, crying out for her mother, as several more bullets hit her torso. She began to gurgle blood, the realization that she wouldn't be alive for a few more seconds finally setting in. She let out one more defiant whimper before slumping to the ground, a line of piss running through the blood on the squeaky diner floor.

When Pinkie looked up, it was silent. Dead bodies lay around the diner, including the jocks she had been teasing. She turned to see a muzzle directly in her face.

"Stand up," said the voice, cleanly. Pinkie did as she was told, and stood up, still in shock. She slowly turned to see Tip Top, in tears, staring at the ground. The green haired man approached her.

"Well, you're quite the sexy one," he said. "Looks like we can have a little fun."

He reached his hand out and groped her breast. Tip Top wasn't having it, shoving it off.

"NO!" she screamed, defiantly. "FUCK OFF-"

She was cut out by the green haired man grabbing her shoulder and stabbing her six times in the chest. She groaned in agony, spewing up blood. She couldn't help herself, and pissed her dress, the fear of death finally setting in. She turned to Pinkie as her eyes grew watery and she began to see less and less. She said something, but it was a completely unintelligible mess. She fell to the ground with a lifeless thud, dead in her cute outfit.

Pinkie whimpered. Not able to hold it in herself any longer, she felt the warm feeling of piss dripping down her leg. She began to cry in fear.

"P...Please..." she gasped. "I...love my life, I....I don't wanna die...." The big green haired man scoffed.

"Well, we better fix that, huh? Let's make you hate life."

Pinkie was dragged outside into a van. Once inside, the men began punching her, knocking her around the van. She cried out in protest, but was kicked to the ground, and her jaw broken on the raised part that housed the wheel. She moaned in sheer agony.

"Alright, let's finish this off. We got the money. Clean break."

Pinkie finally recognized the voice. In the reflection of some glass on the ground, she was able to make out the face of the green haired man - Canter Zoom.

What a strange thing, she thought.

She suddenly felt the searing pain of knives from every direction stabbing her torso and her clothes ripped from her. Her ass and tits spilled out of their now-ripped panties and bra, and she collapsed to the ground, blood now pouring from her mouth. Canter Zoom grabbed her by her hair, pulled her up, and, without hesitation, began slicing off her nipples.

Even in this state, Pinkie found the strength to shriek, the pain now unbearable. The skinnier man splashed alcohol over the cuts, searing them in agonizing pain. Pinkie thrashed around, her naked body banging around in the van. She just wanted it to end at this point. Canter Zoom sighed, and kicked her in the stomach, rolling her onto her back. Pinkie sobbed, her vision fading. Another spurt of urine shot directly up from her vagina. Canter Zoom punished this action by repeatedly ramming the knife into it, causing one more screaming fit from Pinkie, now losing her vision. With one more cough of blood, he finally rammed the knife into her throat.

Pinkie had just a couple of seconds of consciousness after that. And then...

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