The Cakes' Special Treats

Pinkie had a guest. The Cakes had told her not to start without them, but she would still have fun while they were gone. A light-brown earth mare was on the table, barely awake.

Pinkie poked her muzzle, which fully woke her up. "Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie!"

As always, the victim woke up confused and scared. She opened her mouth and looked thoughtful for a second before saying, "Hi, Pinkie Pie, I'm Hot Springs. What am I doing here?"

Pinkie smirked, "Ooooh, you're trying to play the nice type in hopes I'll set you free. Well, lucky for you, this is the first time I'd actually be able to."

Hot Springs looked relieved, "You'll let me go? Thank you, I don't know what a little filly like you is doing down here, but I'll help you get out of-" a pink hoof was placed on Spring's muzzle, silencing her.

"I said I could let you out, not that I will," Pinkie hopped around the captured mare, "I'm gonna kill you. I've done it before. I've also helped other ponies die, and I have watched many, many, MANY more. I'm also gonna eat you."

Hot Springs looked stunned. She didn't react when Pinkie said another threat, though tears streaked down her face. Just for fun, Pinkie started thinking out loud. "Hmm... They told me not to kill you before they come down, but they didn't say I couldn't just hurt you."

Pinkie sat looking at the stunned mare. It took a few minutes before Hot Springs finally said, "They?"

"Yeah, they! They were the ones that foalnapped us and will cook you and feed you to the rest of town. I am thinking about having fun while I wait for... Wild Berry and Carnival."

The filly went to the cart and took out a scalpel. She wanted to have fun in a non-lethal way. She pushed away Springs' long white mane, then covered her eyes with a cloth. Pinkie got on a stool and stood eye-level with her. She slowly pressed the scalpel through the cloth and into one of Hot Springs' lovely blue eyes. Spring screamed and thrashed, but the pink pony was only halfway done. She moved to the mare's second eye, then did the same.

Pinkie removed the cloth to see her handiwork. Hot Springs' eyes were leaking juices, tears, and blood. They were deflated, leaving gaping holes in her face. Pinkie grabbed her camera and took a picture. She held the scalpel again, then cut the blood vessels and optic nerve. She completely detached the eyes from Hot Springs' sobbing form. Pinkie snapped more pictures before gently placing the eye in the tan mare's mouth. She shoved the used cloth in Hot Springs' muzzle before she could spit it out. Pinkie leaned close to Springs’ ear.

"Eat it."

Hot Springs cried and tried to get the cloth out of her mouth, but Pinkie's hoof kept it snugly in place. The filly blindly felt for her scalpel. She placed the blade in the inner wall of the eye socket.

"Hot Springs, eat it, or I will cut you again," Pinkie said in a stern voice.

The mare whimpered, then swallowed. Pinkie watched Springs' throat as the eye traveled down. "Yay! One down, one to go," Pinkie removed the cloth then slipped the other in her in Hot Springs' mouth. She tried to place the cloth back, but Spring swallowed right away.

Pinkie removed the rag, "I don't know when my friends will come down," she set the stool back and sat down. It made a long scraping noise that Hot Springs didn't even notice. "Hey Spring, you existing?"

Pinkie poked Springs' nose again but received no response. "Great, I broke you again," she looked at Springs' limp form. She looked dead, except for the rising and falling of her chest. "This is really fun, hanging out with you. I'm not sorry for hurting you, but I am sorry that you had to come down here. I've been down here for months, I don't even know how long, actually."

Pinkie went to where the syringes were kept. She picked up a mixture that supposedly increased a pony's adrenaline. She drew up a small amount, then injected it into Hot Springs. It took a few minutes, but she once again became responsive.

Pinkie could see Springs' exposed eye muscles moving to see anything with her nonexistent eyeballs. The filly went back to her room and sat. Pinkie stayed as quiet as possible while watching the mare. Each second that went by made the mare more and more anxious. Her ears were moving erratically, and her entire body was trembling. Hot Springs yelled, "Pinkie, are you here? Don't leave me, I'll do anything you ask. Please come back," each word came out softer and softer, "I'm scared."

Hot Springs' cry touched the pink foal. She silently cried as she walked back to the mare. She gently placed a hoof on Springs' side. This made her scream and thrash before hearing Pinkie's voice, "You remind me of me," Pinkie said softly, "I'm sorry that you're going to die. I'm right here, I can't leave so we're stuck together."

"You can't leave?" Springs chocked out, "Why not?"

"Wild Berry and Carnival don't want me to. They foalnapped me months ago, I only got enough freedom to leave my little area a few weeks ago," Pinkie pointed to the metal hook where her chain used to attach to the wall, "See that," Pinkie giggled remembering Hot Springs' current state, "Um... did you see my room when you came here, with the mattress and toilet and toys."

"Yeah, I remember ...seeing it."

"I was only allowed in that area. They chained me up to the wall and I couldn't move. I got to move because I helped them harvest ponies. That's one reason I don't feel bad for hurting you. Another reason is that ponies are happy because of your suffering, we're going to eat you, I wasn't joking about that. Everypony will, you've probably eaten other ponies at some point."

Pinkie went to get some jerky, "I'm going to put a piece of meat in your mouth. I want you to chew it and tell me how it is. Open your mouth."

Hot Springs opened her mouth. Pinkie placed a chunk of meat in it. "Chew," the filly instructed. Springs chewed. After a minute she swallowed, "How was it?"

Hot Springs sighed, "It was …delicious, you eat this a lot?"

"Every day! Carnival and Wild Berry starved me until I ate it so I learned to like it."

"Why did you have to hurt me? Even if I escape-"

"You won't"

"I'd still be blind. You made me eat my own eyes. Why?"

"I dunno. I thought it'd be fun. It was, but your crying also made me sad, it reminded me of me. I already said that though. Oh! I still haven't taken your cutie marks." They were pictures of a geyser mid-blast.

"What? No Pinkie please no, don't take anything else from me, please no," a scalpel slowly carved around one mark, much neater than before. It was removed, then hung to dry. She did the same with the other. The mare screamed and thrashed, yelling for someone to save her.

"I've already tried that, no one can hear us down here."

"Where are we?" Springs asked. Defeated, she stopped struggling and shut her empty eyes.

"Under a building in Ponyville, Carnival and Wild Berry own it so no one is going to stumble down here."

"Just... kill me."

"Nope, I can't until they come down. I don't know why they won't let me, but I'm not gonna argue. They brought me a new friend so I'm fine with this."

Hot Springs cried, tears streaming down her face and into her empty sockets. The filly placed her hoof on Springs' exposed flank. The mare screamed, but didn't beg, plead, or cry. Pinkie cut out two pieces of flesh from the muscle. She ate one and made Springs eat the other. They both chewed slowly before swallowing. Finally, the door to the bakery opened. Hot Springs screamed, not knowing who was at the door, "Help!"

"Pinkie we're here," Mrs. Cake said.

The filly bounded up to them, "Hi Carnival, hi Wild Berry!"

“Pinkie?"

"Hot Springs can't see right now, so you guys are going to have to talk a lot more than normal," Pinkie said, skipping back to the blind mare.

"Okay Pinkie, come on... Carnival," The Cakes glanced at each other while walking down the stairs.

They walked over to Pinkie. Then looked at the portion of hanging hide. Mr. Cake looked at the captured mare and gasped. Mrs. Cake did the same, Carrot asked, "Pinkie, what did you do to her?"

"I already told you she couldn't see. I thought I gave you enough of a warning."

"I thought you blindfolded her, not... this."

Pinkie pouted, then directed the conversation to Hot Springs, "Hey Springs, can you tell them what I made you do?"

The defeated mare cried as she whispered, "She carved out my eyes and made me eat them, she took off my cutie marks and made me eat meat under that as well," with each word she gained more confidence until she was shaking with anger, "I don't blame her, I blame the ones that foalnapped her and made her do these terrible things. I hope they die a slow and painful death."

Pinkie ignored the last part. She stuck her tongue out at the Cakes, "See, it's not my fault. You guys were the ones that made me kill others."

Mr. Cake spoke again, "We didn't want you to torture them, just kill them as quick as possible."

"What's the difference, they're all gonna die, anyway. I just want to have some fun while I'm stuck down here."

Cupcake sighed, "Did you really have fun?"

Pinkie nodded, "It was cool to see her eyes deflate, and to see how she reacted."

Carrot was looking around at everyone, "Honey, she can't do that, that's too far."

Mrs. Cake stared at her husband, "You think my first kills were quick? I know for a fact they took hours to bleed out. I watched them so I could make sure they didn't leave, but I didn't let them die. If she wants to have fun, just let her."

Carrot slowly shook his head, "I really don't like this, but fine, I guess she should get to have some fun while in here."

Hot Springs was yelling throughout the entire conversation, begging them to let her go and not let Pinkie hurt others. "Please, please, don't let her hurt anyone else. None of you guys should hurt anyone else. Carnival, convince them to let me go, or let me die."

"Why didn't you two want me to kill her until you were here?" Pinkie asked, holding a knife.

Cupcake answered, "You still need a lot of help, so we were going to help you if when we came down. We didn't want you to be overwhelmed. I'm glad you found something fun to do."

"Sooooooo, can I kill her now?"

The Cakes nodded.

Pinkie plunged the knife into Springs' chest. She made the surgical 'I' like she was taught and reached in. With each organ she pulled, her mane deflated slightly more. Until it was just slightly above a normal volume.

Together they finished the harvest and cleaned up. Pinkie said her last goodbyes to Hot Springs, then went to shower. This day rocked! Torture was even more fun than just killing. 'I wish I realized this sooner. It could have made my life a lot easier.' Pinkie finished her shower, then started preserving Springs' cutie marks. 'I'm gonna get a lot of these, aren't I? I should do something with them.'