The Recordings of Pinkamenaby keephercloseChapters[Log 1][Log 1.2][Log 2][Log 3][Log 1]The Recordings of Pinkamena [Log 1] Clop, clop, clop, her hooves went as she walked on the bronze floor...her hot pink hair swaying, wearing a black crop top turtleneck and dark leggings that shined in the night. “God, how long has it been since-” Diane was cut off by the feeling of something plastic touching her hooves...a tape recorder... “The fuck did this come from?” She picked it up, thinking it seemed fine being curious. She placed the recorder on the table pressed play. Click! “Oh, it’s- it’s working? Well, okay, uhm...I'm Pinkamena Diane Pie, but you can just call me Diane...this is stupid...why am I even using this?-” She turned the recorder off, making a ‘click!’ sound. Diane walked towards a brown box and put her hand in, pulling out a small piece of paper. “...Octavia...this'll be fun.” Diane picked up a pink scrunchie and wrapped her hair into a ponytail, the ponytail going all the way to her flank. After that, she put on a long hoodie with two white stripes on the sleeves. She then walked out and closed the door. “Now, where would that bitch be…” Her ocean colored eyes darted to the gray mare who was heading into the music store. She smiled, but it was anything but a good smile... Click! “Alright, I'm back. Hm...I guess I can use this thing to vent or something...” loud stomps and muffles can be heard. “SHUT UP! You should be grateful I even let you live this long.” Diane takes a deep breath and sighs...she then gets up and takes the blindfold and gag off of the gray mare, she blinks, one, two, three... “P-pink-” Diane grips her face tightly, almost digging her nails into her flesh, and making her look up. “Don’t you call me by that fucking name...I go by Diane. Forget that, and I’ll cut your tongue out.” She let her face go gently. “D-diane, I- why am I here...? What did I do? I-i’m so sorry-” Diane elbowed Octavia in the gut hard enough to make her vomit. “Will you shut the fuck up? God, I've never heard someone talk as much as you...now, which one would you like?” She pulled off the white cloth that was on the tiny gray table. There laid a hacksaw, a long hatchet, and a butcher knife. Octavia was shocked and started breathing heavily, like she was suffocating. She looked down at the table “Pl-please, you don't have to do this...! Whatever I did, I’m so sorry! Please, Pin- Diane!” Pinkamena slid her gloves on. “Sorry, but that's not how it works around here. If your name pops up, you have to die.” Octavia had never felt more scared now than she ever has in her whole entire life. Author's Note editor's note actually lol. anyway, hello! this is the author's first fanfic, and we actually started it on wattpad, so i'll link both of our wattpad accounts if you wanna check it out there. thank you! Author: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Recordingsofdiane Editor: https://www.wattpad.com/user/CasuallyOkayTrash [Log 1.2]The Recordings of Pinkamena [Log 1.2] The gray mare looked up at Diane, “I-i can be of use to you! Please, just dont hurt me!” Diane laughed, “Hah! You think you could ‘be of use to me?!’ Some useless little musical mare like you? Pff- you probably don't even know how to dissect a body!” she spat. Octavia looked to her right side, and then her left “You can teach me...I-i'll listen, I’m a fast learner…!” she smiled nervously. Diane put her hand on her hip, tilted her head, and then chuckled. “Alright, I'll let you live and help me out, but if you even make the SLIGHTEST attempt to escape in any way..." her face closed in to the other mares "I'll cut your legs off...slowly" “I promise...I Pinkie promise…” she said. This ticked Diane off. She smiled and let Octavia out of her shackles. “You don't break a Pinkie promise, got it?” Diane looked at Octavia with her crystal blue eyes. “I won’t.” Tavia sighed in relief and touched her wrists. She looked at Diane, “What should I do first, then...?” Tilting her head, Diane smirked “Eager now, are we? Well, I don't pick another number until tomorrow, so you can just chill for now…” she looked ‘Tavia up and down “And take that fancy shit off… here-” she got up and threw Octavia a silky white nightgown with matching pants. “This-? Uhm, who did this belong to before…? It smells like cherries...” she asked. “Oh, it belonged to some whore I killed on the streets like...a month ago?....It didn't suit her, though. Maybe it'll suit you better.” she said with a soft tone. ‘Tavia shivered at her statement “A-alright” She walked upstairs with her hooves clacking on the hardened floor. Diane looked over at the recorder. “Shit- it's still recording?...I guess you heard all of that then, huh?” Click! [End of Log 1] Author's Note sorry gotta self promote again Author: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Recordingsofdiane Editor: https://www.wattpad.com/user/CasuallyOkayTrash [Log 2]The Recordings of Pinkamena [log 3] “I'm going out…” Diane said as she fixed her shirt, wearing a turtleneck with light blue jeans and a black belt paired with a gold strap. “Where to?” Tavia asked. “To the club up near Canterlot...I need to blow off some steam.” She grabbed the keys and put them in her back pocket. “If you try any funny shit and try to escape, there’s no point. I'll find you no matter what.” Diane smiled and walked out the door. She looked up at the bright red and blue sign. “Daybreaker’s Whore’s, huh? Heh, what a name.” Diane walked in, the music blaring loud enough to break the windows. She could hear a soft and raspy voice yell her name. “DIANE, DIANE! OVER HERE!” It was Fluttershy, who wore a pink sweater-dress. Diane looked at her and excitedly ran over. “What’s up, you crazy bitch?!” the mare jokingly said. “Nothing much, how ‘bout you?” Flutter said. “Killed some time...y’know, the usual~” she said, nudging Flutter. “Anyway, I didn't come here to talk” Diane tilted her head “you said there were some...private shows?” “Ooh, yeah! Follow me!” Fluttershy walked her to a red room in the back of the club that was filled with steam. The smell was mesmerizing…the smell feeling- Intense…it was exhilarating to her. She had to stay and find out what was in there. When they walked in, before them were two mares; one white one, and one with a soft peach colored coat. The two mares sat on the floor patiently waiting for their command. “Well, you can pick first.” Flutter said, leaning on the wall, her arms crossed. “Hm...the white one looks pretty. She looks easy to fuck up, too.” Diane walked over and grabbed the silky white mane of the mare. “Be a good girl and I’ll go easy on you, okay?” She had a kind smile on her face...but looks can always be deceiving. “Guess I'm taking this one, then. Let’s go, Angel” Flutter and the peach-colored mare walked out of the room and into the next. After they walked out, Diane quickly kicked the white mare in the stomach, pinning her down and biting her neck after. The silky mare gasped at her actions “M-mi-” she was suddenly stopped by a punch in her right cheek. “Did I say you could talk? Huh?” Diane gripped her hair tighter; tight enough to pull the strands out. The white mare blushed, then looked at Diane. An aura of dominance heavily reeking from her figure. “She...she’sthe one…” the bruised mare thought “I’ve hated every stallion who’s come in here ruthlessly hurting me...but you were the only kind one...” She then snapped out of her trance when she felt a rough slap. “You hear me, doll?” she said, in a kind voice. The mare nodded. “Good girl. Y’know...you really are pretty...” she gently ran her hand across the white mares cheek “I kind of feel bad doing this to you...just a tad bit.” Suddenly, an idea sparked in Diane’s head. “Get up on the bed.” she said, in a deep tone. The white mare got up quickly and laid on the bed, her whole body exposed to Diane. Diane crawled up on the bed towering over her, touching her stomach and then trailing up to her neck, kissing her neck and down to her hips. The white mares breath started to become shaky, Diane then opening the mares legs and rubbing her inner thighs. The white mare bucked her legs upwards, making sure to bite her lip so Diane wouldn't hear her whines. “I didn't even touch you ye-” she was interrupted by the mare's scream “P-please call me by my name!” Diane looked at her with a smirk “What is it?” she asked. “It's Cream. They call me cr-” Cream was stopped when Diane licked her inner thighs. “gck-” Cream tried not to cry out. Diane looked up at her “Now call me by mine.” [end of log 2] Author's Note it's the editor again aha- so, we got a question a little bit ago about how the characters would have hooves, but also have hands, and just to clear it up, they're pretty much like the equestria girl type, except with hooves instead of actual feet. [Log 3]The Recordings of Pinkamena [Log 3] Click! “My mind...it-it’s racing...I-i don't know what I did...there's blood, I-i didn't mean to- God, what do I do!? Diane is gonna be home at any minute!” A loud dragging noise could be heard then. Creeeak... “I'm home- oh, what do we have here? ...Aww, poor little Derpy. When I told you to get the mail, I didn't mean this” Diane snickered. “D-DIANE I- DIDN'T- PLEASE, I JUST-” “Calm down, ‘tavia, I'm not gonna hurt you for killing someone...that would make me a hypocrite.” Diane said as she pulled her hair up into a messy bun. “Hand me some gloves, will you?” Diane reached out her hand “Uh, sure…” Tavia walked over to the counter and gently grabbed the gloves, handing it to her. Diane picked up Derpy by the head, taking her into another room. She opened a door leading to a room where two skinning knives and a gutting knife were, along with a set of silver hooks. “Is this where you-” she was cut off “Yes, this is the room where I gut my victims and drain them.” She took Derpy by her legs and put the hooks through her hooves, then picked up the gutting knife and dragged it along Derpy's light grey fur, twisting the knife into her stomach and quickly dragging it down. Stomach acid rushed out like a wave, mixing with blood and the large intestine, then the small intestine. “Hrk-” Tavia covered her face, the smell was too horrid, she wanted to vomit...the liver falling out wasn't helping, either. She quickly turned away and spewed out orange and green liquid, mixed with the food she had eaten. “Gross...y'know ‘Tavia, if you can't handle this, you can go in the living room-” Octavia cut her off “NO, NO!...I can handle this, I’m-er- okay- I'm fine.” “...Alright then.” Diane picked up the guts and put them in the tiny sink next to her, then washing them off. “Hey ‘Tavia, take out the body for me. The trash bags are in the drawer." “Alright…” Octavia hesitated to touch the slowly rotting corpse, but she eventually picked up Derpy by her torso and brought her into the kitchen. Tavia grunted and placed the light gray mare in the garbage bag, then tied it, placing it next to the door. “Do you want me to take her out?” she shouted. “You’re new to this, so no, I'll do it.” Diane got up, took the gloves off and grabbed the bag, then threw it over her shoulder. “I'll be back” she walked out the door. “At this rate I’m gonna faint…” Tavia muttered to herself. She then heard a knock at the door “Coming!” she walked over to the door, gently opening it. “You came back fa-” her body went cold, realizing it wasn’t Diane, but instead a white mare standing at the door. “Oh! I didn’t know Pinkamena had guests~” The mare was about 5’6 with crystal violet hair going down to her bottom. She wore a cream colored shein ruffle shirt and high waist black pants with two gold buttons on the side. “R-RARITY?!” Author's Note author didn't actually wanna kill derpy I'M SO SORRY
[Log 1]The Recordings of Pinkamena [Log 1] Clop, clop, clop, her hooves went as she walked on the bronze floor...her hot pink hair swaying, wearing a black crop top turtleneck and dark leggings that shined in the night. “God, how long has it been since-” Diane was cut off by the feeling of something plastic touching her hooves...a tape recorder... “The fuck did this come from?” She picked it up, thinking it seemed fine being curious. She placed the recorder on the table pressed play. Click! “Oh, it’s- it’s working? Well, okay, uhm...I'm Pinkamena Diane Pie, but you can just call me Diane...this is stupid...why am I even using this?-” She turned the recorder off, making a ‘click!’ sound. Diane walked towards a brown box and put her hand in, pulling out a small piece of paper. “...Octavia...this'll be fun.” Diane picked up a pink scrunchie and wrapped her hair into a ponytail, the ponytail going all the way to her flank. After that, she put on a long hoodie with two white stripes on the sleeves. She then walked out and closed the door. “Now, where would that bitch be…” Her ocean colored eyes darted to the gray mare who was heading into the music store. She smiled, but it was anything but a good smile... Click! “Alright, I'm back. Hm...I guess I can use this thing to vent or something...” loud stomps and muffles can be heard. “SHUT UP! You should be grateful I even let you live this long.” Diane takes a deep breath and sighs...she then gets up and takes the blindfold and gag off of the gray mare, she blinks, one, two, three... “P-pink-” Diane grips her face tightly, almost digging her nails into her flesh, and making her look up. “Don’t you call me by that fucking name...I go by Diane. Forget that, and I’ll cut your tongue out.” She let her face go gently. “D-diane, I- why am I here...? What did I do? I-i’m so sorry-” Diane elbowed Octavia in the gut hard enough to make her vomit. “Will you shut the fuck up? God, I've never heard someone talk as much as you...now, which one would you like?” She pulled off the white cloth that was on the tiny gray table. There laid a hacksaw, a long hatchet, and a butcher knife. Octavia was shocked and started breathing heavily, like she was suffocating. She looked down at the table “Pl-please, you don't have to do this...! Whatever I did, I’m so sorry! Please, Pin- Diane!” Pinkamena slid her gloves on. “Sorry, but that's not how it works around here. If your name pops up, you have to die.” Octavia had never felt more scared now than she ever has in her whole entire life. Author's Note editor's note actually lol. anyway, hello! this is the author's first fanfic, and we actually started it on wattpad, so i'll link both of our wattpad accounts if you wanna check it out there. thank you! Author: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Recordingsofdiane Editor: https://www.wattpad.com/user/CasuallyOkayTrash
[Log 1.2]The Recordings of Pinkamena [Log 1.2] The gray mare looked up at Diane, “I-i can be of use to you! Please, just dont hurt me!” Diane laughed, “Hah! You think you could ‘be of use to me?!’ Some useless little musical mare like you? Pff- you probably don't even know how to dissect a body!” she spat. Octavia looked to her right side, and then her left “You can teach me...I-i'll listen, I’m a fast learner…!” she smiled nervously. Diane put her hand on her hip, tilted her head, and then chuckled. “Alright, I'll let you live and help me out, but if you even make the SLIGHTEST attempt to escape in any way..." her face closed in to the other mares "I'll cut your legs off...slowly" “I promise...I Pinkie promise…” she said. This ticked Diane off. She smiled and let Octavia out of her shackles. “You don't break a Pinkie promise, got it?” Diane looked at Octavia with her crystal blue eyes. “I won’t.” Tavia sighed in relief and touched her wrists. She looked at Diane, “What should I do first, then...?” Tilting her head, Diane smirked “Eager now, are we? Well, I don't pick another number until tomorrow, so you can just chill for now…” she looked ‘Tavia up and down “And take that fancy shit off… here-” she got up and threw Octavia a silky white nightgown with matching pants. “This-? Uhm, who did this belong to before…? It smells like cherries...” she asked. “Oh, it belonged to some whore I killed on the streets like...a month ago?....It didn't suit her, though. Maybe it'll suit you better.” she said with a soft tone. ‘Tavia shivered at her statement “A-alright” She walked upstairs with her hooves clacking on the hardened floor. Diane looked over at the recorder. “Shit- it's still recording?...I guess you heard all of that then, huh?” Click! [End of Log 1] Author's Note sorry gotta self promote again Author: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Recordingsofdiane Editor: https://www.wattpad.com/user/CasuallyOkayTrash
[Log 2]The Recordings of Pinkamena [log 3] “I'm going out…” Diane said as she fixed her shirt, wearing a turtleneck with light blue jeans and a black belt paired with a gold strap. “Where to?” Tavia asked. “To the club up near Canterlot...I need to blow off some steam.” She grabbed the keys and put them in her back pocket. “If you try any funny shit and try to escape, there’s no point. I'll find you no matter what.” Diane smiled and walked out the door. She looked up at the bright red and blue sign. “Daybreaker’s Whore’s, huh? Heh, what a name.” Diane walked in, the music blaring loud enough to break the windows. She could hear a soft and raspy voice yell her name. “DIANE, DIANE! OVER HERE!” It was Fluttershy, who wore a pink sweater-dress. Diane looked at her and excitedly ran over. “What’s up, you crazy bitch?!” the mare jokingly said. “Nothing much, how ‘bout you?” Flutter said. “Killed some time...y’know, the usual~” she said, nudging Flutter. “Anyway, I didn't come here to talk” Diane tilted her head “you said there were some...private shows?” “Ooh, yeah! Follow me!” Fluttershy walked her to a red room in the back of the club that was filled with steam. The smell was mesmerizing…the smell feeling- Intense…it was exhilarating to her. She had to stay and find out what was in there. When they walked in, before them were two mares; one white one, and one with a soft peach colored coat. The two mares sat on the floor patiently waiting for their command. “Well, you can pick first.” Flutter said, leaning on the wall, her arms crossed. “Hm...the white one looks pretty. She looks easy to fuck up, too.” Diane walked over and grabbed the silky white mane of the mare. “Be a good girl and I’ll go easy on you, okay?” She had a kind smile on her face...but looks can always be deceiving. “Guess I'm taking this one, then. Let’s go, Angel” Flutter and the peach-colored mare walked out of the room and into the next. After they walked out, Diane quickly kicked the white mare in the stomach, pinning her down and biting her neck after. The silky mare gasped at her actions “M-mi-” she was suddenly stopped by a punch in her right cheek. “Did I say you could talk? Huh?” Diane gripped her hair tighter; tight enough to pull the strands out. The white mare blushed, then looked at Diane. An aura of dominance heavily reeking from her figure. “She...she’sthe one…” the bruised mare thought “I’ve hated every stallion who’s come in here ruthlessly hurting me...but you were the only kind one...” She then snapped out of her trance when she felt a rough slap. “You hear me, doll?” she said, in a kind voice. The mare nodded. “Good girl. Y’know...you really are pretty...” she gently ran her hand across the white mares cheek “I kind of feel bad doing this to you...just a tad bit.” Suddenly, an idea sparked in Diane’s head. “Get up on the bed.” she said, in a deep tone. The white mare got up quickly and laid on the bed, her whole body exposed to Diane. Diane crawled up on the bed towering over her, touching her stomach and then trailing up to her neck, kissing her neck and down to her hips. The white mares breath started to become shaky, Diane then opening the mares legs and rubbing her inner thighs. The white mare bucked her legs upwards, making sure to bite her lip so Diane wouldn't hear her whines. “I didn't even touch you ye-” she was interrupted by the mare's scream “P-please call me by my name!” Diane looked at her with a smirk “What is it?” she asked. “It's Cream. They call me cr-” Cream was stopped when Diane licked her inner thighs. “gck-” Cream tried not to cry out. Diane looked up at her “Now call me by mine.” [end of log 2] Author's Note it's the editor again aha- so, we got a question a little bit ago about how the characters would have hooves, but also have hands, and just to clear it up, they're pretty much like the equestria girl type, except with hooves instead of actual feet.
[Log 3]The Recordings of Pinkamena [Log 3] Click! “My mind...it-it’s racing...I-i don't know what I did...there's blood, I-i didn't mean to- God, what do I do!? Diane is gonna be home at any minute!” A loud dragging noise could be heard then. Creeeak... “I'm home- oh, what do we have here? ...Aww, poor little Derpy. When I told you to get the mail, I didn't mean this” Diane snickered. “D-DIANE I- DIDN'T- PLEASE, I JUST-” “Calm down, ‘tavia, I'm not gonna hurt you for killing someone...that would make me a hypocrite.” Diane said as she pulled her hair up into a messy bun. “Hand me some gloves, will you?” Diane reached out her hand “Uh, sure…” Tavia walked over to the counter and gently grabbed the gloves, handing it to her. Diane picked up Derpy by the head, taking her into another room. She opened a door leading to a room where two skinning knives and a gutting knife were, along with a set of silver hooks. “Is this where you-” she was cut off “Yes, this is the room where I gut my victims and drain them.” She took Derpy by her legs and put the hooks through her hooves, then picked up the gutting knife and dragged it along Derpy's light grey fur, twisting the knife into her stomach and quickly dragging it down. Stomach acid rushed out like a wave, mixing with blood and the large intestine, then the small intestine. “Hrk-” Tavia covered her face, the smell was too horrid, she wanted to vomit...the liver falling out wasn't helping, either. She quickly turned away and spewed out orange and green liquid, mixed with the food she had eaten. “Gross...y'know ‘Tavia, if you can't handle this, you can go in the living room-” Octavia cut her off “NO, NO!...I can handle this, I’m-er- okay- I'm fine.” “...Alright then.” Diane picked up the guts and put them in the tiny sink next to her, then washing them off. “Hey ‘Tavia, take out the body for me. The trash bags are in the drawer." “Alright…” Octavia hesitated to touch the slowly rotting corpse, but she eventually picked up Derpy by her torso and brought her into the kitchen. Tavia grunted and placed the light gray mare in the garbage bag, then tied it, placing it next to the door. “Do you want me to take her out?” she shouted. “You’re new to this, so no, I'll do it.” Diane got up, took the gloves off and grabbed the bag, then threw it over her shoulder. “I'll be back” she walked out the door. “At this rate I’m gonna faint…” Tavia muttered to herself. She then heard a knock at the door “Coming!” she walked over to the door, gently opening it. “You came back fa-” her body went cold, realizing it wasn’t Diane, but instead a white mare standing at the door. “Oh! I didn’t know Pinkamena had guests~” The mare was about 5’6 with crystal violet hair going down to her bottom. She wore a cream colored shein ruffle shirt and high waist black pants with two gold buttons on the side. “R-RARITY?!” Author's Note author didn't actually wanna kill derpy I'M SO SORRY
