The Cakes' Special Treats

Pinkie and Mrs. Cake stood near a sleeping pony, "Come on! Please, you aren't doing anything with it!" Pinkie pleaded to Mrs. Cake, "I want it, I want to do some crafts with it."

Mrs. Cake pointed to the bolt of fabric laying near Pinkie's room, "You have plenty of fabric. Why do you want it?"

"Because it's morbid and a pretty yellow. Are you going to do anything with it other than feed the timberwolves?"

"No, but it'll rot, and well have to drag it out later when it's falling apart," Mrs. Cake countered.

"I've gotten super good at keeping the cutie marks preserved, and this is just a big version of it!"

"I'll give you a chunk, not all of it, but some. If you do well with this, I'll let you have more."

"Yay, I want to get it," Pinkie grabbed a scalpel and drove it into the sleeping stallion's flesh, just above the cutie mark. The pain woke him up. He thrashed but stopped when he saw Cupcake.

"Chiffon? What are you doing standing here?" he panted, "Help me-" his own scream interrupted the stallion as she ripped his cutie mark off.

"Who's Chiffon," Pinkie asked holding, the cutie mark in her teeth, "You?"

"My maiden name, he, Veiled Sun, hasn't lived here since he was a colt. He moved in a few weeks ago and hasn't been to the bakery yet."

Veiled Sun was going to say something, but screamed when Pinkie appeared in front of him. She smiled, "Hi, your fur is super pretty and soft, mine's not. Well, it is pretty, but it's not soft. Neither is my mane," she ran a hoof through Sun's hair, "Your mane feels nice too. What's your secret?"

He cried, "Chiffon, why aren't you helping me?"

"Hey Sun, I asked you a question. How do you keep your fur and mane so soft?"

He didn't answer. He just cried and screamed. Pinkie moved to the other side of him and put the scalpel above his remaining mark. She made a small incision and taunted, "Sunny, I'd start talking before you become a blank flank!"

"I wash my mane and hair with water directly from the clouds, then blow dry it by flying through the sky. I don't do anything else, I swear!" He blurted.

Pinkie grinned, then walked away. Sun sighed, then screamed as she brought a pair of scissors to the cut. "I thought if I answered, you wouldn't hurt me!?"

"All I said was you should talk before it happened. I never said I would stop. You should probably stop screaming now, or else your voice will give out really soon. I have a lot of plans! I've been brainstorming for weeks!" Pinkie said.

Sun directed his cries to Cupcake, "Why are you letting her do this? Why are you teaching your daughter to do this?"

"Silly Sunny, I'm not-"

“I don't know why you and your daughter are doing this, but if you let me go, I won't tell anyone. I'll leave Ponyville and move back to Las Pegasus. You'll never see me again."

"Hey, I was talking-"

"I'll never tell anypony about this. Your secret is safe with me. I'll leave. I'll never tell anypony. No anyone, no creature or pony, will hear about this."

"Really Sunny, you think we haven't heard-"

"Chiffon, Pinkie please don't. I can help if that's what you want instead. I can help k-kill ponies just, don't kill me."

"Wow Veil, you're really selfish-"

"Chiffon, I will do anything to live. Please, I'll leave, and you'll never see me again ever, or I'll help, just let m-"

"Shut the FUCK up!" Pinkie yelled. Both adults looked at her, surprised, "Now that I have your attention, I'm not her foal. I don't know why everyone thinks that. It was a while ago but I was foalnapped by them too, but I'm not upset about it. I have a plan, but your pleads will make it even more fun."

Pinkie smiled, "You say you'll kill to save your own skin?"

Sun nodded.

"Yay," Pinkie skipped to her cutie mark collection and picked a few up. She also grabbed a few slices of jerky, "Look, these were ponies cutie marks. I keep them as souvenirs. I've saved my skin too, by taking others! This is pony meat, open wide."

Veiled Sun closed his eyes and opened his mouth. He gagged while eating but eventually swallowed.

"How much pain would you be willing to go through to keep living?"

"I'll do anything," he said with a glare.

Pinkie grinned. She grabbed the scalpel and took off his remaining mark, as well as skin from his side. He whimpered but obviously tried to appear brave. She grabbed one of his wings and pulled it taut. "When was your last molt?"

"3 weeks ago?"

The filly turned to Mrs. Cake, "Can we test if he'll actually kill? Like, can you go out and get another pony?"

"No."

"Meanie pants. Alright, Sunny, we'll have to come up with something else. Here's some more jerky," she shoved a hoof-full into his mouth, "I'll pluck your feathers if you spit it out."

He chewed slowly, then swallowed. Pinkie cheered, "You didn't gag this time. Isn't it good? You aren't allowed to puke either," she grabbed her trusty scalpel and cut out a chunk of his flank, "Here's some more, this one's fresher."

It was a lot harder to make him eat this chunk. Since his mouth was currently busy screaming. Pinkie rolled her eyes and bit one of his primary feathers. She pulled the wing pulled back, but she won. The feather came out, leaving a deep wound in his wing. It bled only a little, surprisingly.

"Are you ready to eat now?"

He nodded, still glaring.

Pinkie shoved the flesh in his mouth. He swallowed it whole. 'Huh, maybe I should use a bigger chunk next time.'

She hopped to the closet and grabbed a bucket. She then skipped to Mrs. Cake, "You said you would help me, but you haven't done anything yet."

"I'll help you harvest, but I'm not helping how. I think you can handle this yourself."

"But you said you were cool with me doing this? Don't you want to join the fun?"

"I am cool with this, but I never said I want to join. I just think you deserve to have some fun."

"It is fun! You're missing out," she turned back to Veiled Sun, "Hey Sunny, remember what I said about not puking?"

She forced his feather into his mouth as far as it would go. She then wiggled it around. He gagged. Pinkie put the bucket under his muzzle, then waited for the magic to happen. He ejected his stomach. Meat and his last meal filled the waiting bucket.

"Gosh darn it, Sunny. Don't you remember what I said? Well, you didn't listen, obviously. Don't worry though, I didn't forget and I am a mare of my word. Actually, that's a lie. But if I admit it, does that make me truthful? Huh, I dunno."

Pinkie went to a cabinet and grabbed a bottle of styptic powder, which would stop any bleeding the powder was placed on. She opened the bottle to prepare for his plucking. Pinkie pulled out Sun's wing and looked through the feathers. "Woo-hoo, I found a blood feather, don't worry. I'll try to keep you from bleeding out."

She didn't wait for him to respond. Pinkie pulled out a few feathers, the ones keeping her from getting a good grip on her prize.

"Pinkie, no, I'm a pegasus, so I don't have as much blood as you. I'll bleed out and die. I'll die! Blood feathers aren't like fully grown ones, they're still growing and will bleed a lot. Don't kill me."

It didn't matter though, Pinkie gripped the blood feather in her teeth, then uprooted the immature feather. The wound immediately started bleeding, much more than expected. She wasn't worried though, that's what the styptic powder was for, to stop the blood. Pinkie smiled as Veiled Sun screamed. His wings flapped uselessly, trying to get away, blood splattered everywhere. She fumbled for the styptic powder, not looking. She was too busy watching the blood bubble out and down. Pinkie finally looked at the cart, only to be startled by Sun spitting in her face. Her hoof jerked and knocked the anti-coagulant to the floor.

Her smile fell, "Shoot, shoot, crap! Sunny, do you want to die?!" she screamed as she scrambled around, trying to gather enough of the powder, "Alright, this is fine, he was gonna die anyway. It's fine if he dies now. But I wasn't done yet!" she sobbed.

After what felt like an eternity, she gathered enough powder. She shoved it in Sun's wound, then went to get some more. Pinkie glanced at the wing and saw the blood flow had decreased dramatically. She kept shoving more in until there was no more red.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she cried into his mane.

"Brat, you expect me to accept your apology when you're going to kill me. You just didn't want to be finished torturing me."

Pinkie wiped away her tears, then looked at Sun. Her grin almost split her face, "You're still alive! I'm sorry for freaking out like that. It's also your own fault for startling me like that."

"Like this?" Veiled Sun asked as he spat in her face again.

Pinkie wiped it away and glared, "Yes, like that. You're probably hungry from all that blood loss, aren't you? Don't worry, I have the perfect treat."

"More meat?"

"Sorta. Remember, no puking or spitting. I won't pluck blood feathers anymore, but the rest of them are fair game."

Pinkie grabbed a spoon and dipped it in the bucket. What came out was a gloppy mess of meat and... a daisy sandwich? She shoved it into his mouth, but he spat it right out. Some landed on Pinkie's coat, "Ewwwwww," she ran to grab a towel and clean herself, "Sunny, that's just rude. I think you deserve something more special for doing something that gross."

Pinkie grabbed some pliers and Sun's tail. She removed a few strands and watched him flinch. She then clamped the pliers a few inches above the base and pulled with all her might. The hair eventually came off, alongside the skin of his tail. It didn't bleed much, so Pinkie wasn't very worried. She put some anti-coagulant on his tail stump, just in case.

"Feeling hungry yet?" She asked, waving his tail around. "This super-soft tail is mine now."

His eyes blazed with rage, but he kept his mouth firmly shut.

"You're getting boring. Maybe I could stray from my plan a bit..."

Pinkie got a needle and thread, a large funnel, and a candle, "Any guesses?"

She placed the funnel in his mouth and was about to sew, but stopped when she noticed his droopy eyelids, "You're sleepy. We can't have that. This party is just for us. We can't stop now!" She removed the funnel and stuck the needle in his lip.

"Can you help teach me how much adrenaline and that stuff to give?" Pinkie asked Cupcake.

They walked to the cupboards, and Mrs. Cake showed Pinkie how to guesstimate the pony's weight and how to dose accordingly. All the while Veil got 5 minutes of much-needed rest.

"Silly Stallion. I know how to get you to wake up!" She stuck the needle in his thigh. He woke up soon after.

"Alright, let's get back to it!" She held the funnel in place and sewed around it. He tried to scream, but his mouth got progressively more muffled. When it was firmly in place Pinkie, moved on to the next step. "Come on, Sunny, don't give me the silent treatment," she said in a faux sad voice, "Oh yeah, I forgot! Your muzzle's been muzzled for a bit."

Pinkie retrieved the candle and lit it, "The faster you drain the funnel, the faster the pain goes away."

Pinkie tipped the bucket into the funnel. She filled it halfway. Pinkie had to hold the funnel in place to keep it from falling over both of them. She looked to Cupcake for help, "Can you move the candle to his flank? The part missing his marks."

"Pinkie, I already said I didn't want to help," she said.

"Please?"

"Fine," Mrs. Cake moved the candle right next to his flank, just close enough for the flame to lick the exposed flesh, "Meanie pants," she said with a smile.

Veil's eyes sprung wide open. His expression changed from anger to fear. He silently begged Pinkie to take away the funnel. All he received was a smile. She leaned close and whispered in his ear, "This is the part where I expect you to die. Here's a tip. Think of it like soup. Chunky pony meat soup."

He screwed his eyes shut and drank. The funnel's liquid level decreased at a surprising rate. Soon it was empty. He took many deep breaths, eyes still closed tight. Pinkie poured the rest of the bucket into the funnel. This time it almost overflowed.

"Level 1 competed! Time for the boss level."

He started drinking immediately, but Pinkie wanted to up the ante with something simple but effective. She placed her other hoof over his nose, which completely stopped him from breathing.

"Tick-Tock Veil, I'd be sad if you left this party after everything we've been through together."

Pinkie watched the funnel. It kept going down... until it didn't. But he wasn't dead. In fact, he was breathing. Pinkie looked closely and saw he opened his mouth as far as possible, which was just a sliver. She looked inside and saw something fun. 'Is that his tongue? Did Veil clog the funnel with his tongue? Smartypants.'

"I'll let you off with a warning since I didn't expect it and it was smart, but I'll chop off your tongue if you do that again."

The funnel gradually emptied, and once it did, Pinkie cut his stitches and removed the funnel. She also blew out the candle. The flesh in that area was black, charred, and the fur above looked singed.

"Whelp, I've used up all my plans and I'm getting tired, so bye Sun!" she said nonchalantly.

Pinkie grabbed a large knife and held it to his chest.

"No, please Pinkie-"

The harvest was never as fun as the party, but it was done. Mrs. Cake left right after. She said she had business to attend to, so Pinkie went to preserve the pretty yellow fur.

'If this is a party, then we'll need decorations. I hope they'll let me get some. Although these parties aren't normal, so I could get creative.'

Pinkie was hopping around the basement getting supplies for the fur and thinking about future parties when her tail did a twitchy twitcha twitcha twitch. She then tripped on her blanket and fell flat on her face. 'That hasn't happened in a while. I'm glad my Pinkie Sense is back.'