The Cakes' Special Treats

She pulled the container from her mane and pulled out a piece of jerky, then she shoved it into her mouth.

"What?!" Ivy said.

"Yessiree! This is called jerky. It’s thinly sliced and dried meat that doesn't need to be refrigerated or anything."

"You fed me a pony? Was it somepony you killed? Why would you do that? What do you mean, they forced you to eat that to survive?"

"Yup. Her name was Shocking Pink. I had a playdate with her about a month ago, I think. I don't actually know. There was a time when the days really ran together. I didn't kill her. I drove her literally crazy, but Carrot and Cupcake were the ones that killed her." Pinkie bounced in place. Finally, letting out the emotions she'd been feeling all day. "Meat is super duper tasty. I'm happy you think so too. They starved me for a while and gave me just enough food that I wouldn't die. I would have died eventually, but I would’ve survived for ages. The Cakes said if I ate meat I'd get more food, so eventually, I gave in and ate it. Just like you, except with more fear, pain, and hunger."

Ivy Vine's eyes watered, but she blinked them away. "This is all a ruse. Could you have left this entire time? I trusted you. You were never foalnapped. You joined willingly because you like murder, don't you?" she spat.

Pinkie smiled at her. "No, everything I’ve said has been true. The Cakes foalnapped and starved me. I view murder as normal because I've been super desensitized. The only part I sorta lied about was how big a role I played in their murders. I love it. Killing ponies and cutting them to bits. If I had a year with you, I could make you see the same way. Now the gig's up. It's time to have some fun!"

She picked up the knife and plugged in the hotplate for it to heat. "Not that I haven't been having fun. It's just I get to talk to Carrot and Cupcake every day, but I can only kill somepony once a month. This has more of a novelty." Pinkie said. She stood on the chair to get a better angle. She aimed the knife at Ivy's shoulder.

Right before she took a swing, Ivy yelled, "Wait!"

Pinkie paused. "What's up?"

"I already know I'm going to die, but I don't want to be mutilated. Can't we just keep talking until Carrot and Cupcake come down?" Ivy cried.

"Sorry, no can do. I already tried that once with Shocking Pink, and then she tried to kill me and I got in big trouble. Oh hey, I wonder if you knew some ponies we killed. Were you ever friends with anypony that went missing or died in the Everfree?"

Ivy stayed silent for a second before she answered. "Everypony was friends with Pear Butter and Bright Mac. They died in the Everfree a year ago."

Pinkie blew a raspberry at Ivy's answer. "Anypony else? Cupcake said she had no part in them dying and was super sad yesterday because it was their one-year deathiversary."

"There was one stallion that I sort of knew. His name was Plegia. Nopony was very upset when he turned up dead because he was awful. After he died, we discovered he used a plant from the Everfree to paralyze and knockout ponies, then he sold them to some diamond dogs. We don't know what happened to the ponies afterward, but the dogs probably forced the ponies to work in their gem mines as slaves."

"Oh," Pinkie said. "Can't Princess Celestia do anything about that? If we know ponies are being used as slaves, why doesn't she just blast them with her super sun powers?"

"What 'super sun powers'?" Ivy asked, "She's an alicorn, not a god."

"Yah-huh. My mama and papa always talked about how powerful she was. That she singlehoofedly defeated Nightmare Moon and how she raises the sun and moon every day, and-"

"Pinkie, none of that is true. Celestia never claimed to be a god. Alicorns are a natural, but rare phenomenon. She uses the sun's natural magic to increase her own, and that's why she's so powerful and immortal, but she is still a pony. And Nightmare Moon isn't real. It's just a story to explain the Mare on the Moon."

Pinkie Pie stood still as she absorbed all the information. "Sorry, but I'm having a hard time believing you. I'll have to ask the Cakes later," she said with a confused smile.

"You're really going to trust them over me? They foalnapped you, and they could tell you anything to get you to behave. They could say that Celestia is their best friend and endorses this, and if you ever escape, she'll have your family executed."

Pinkie smiled widely. "I know, but they haven't. When they tell me something, it's the truth. They had plenty of opportunities to do so, but they never do. I trust them."

She paused, "I trust them..."

Pinkie stood up straight and held up the knife. "I don't trust you. I want to have fun with you. We've talked plenty, and now it's the time for a different type of fun."

This time, when Pinkie swung, she ignored Ivy's pleas to stop. She swung the knife as hard as she could and embedded it into Ivy's right arm, just above the elbow. It went through the muscle and skin easily but got stuck mid-way through the bone. So Pinkie slammed down on the knife as hard as she could. The blade went through the rest of Ivy's arm, severing it. Her arm fell limp and Pinkie slid it out of the chains holding it.

Ivy screamed, and blood spurted out of her arm in time with her heartbeat. Her cries echoed through the basement as Pinkie hopped down, grabbed the red-hot cooking appliance, and brought it next to Ivy's wound. The hotplate seared Ivy's wound shut. The familiar smell of cooked pony meat emanated from the stump, which made Pinkie smile.

"Look!" Pinkie said, waving the limb around. "I bet you already miss your arm. I know you were very attached to it."

She repeated the process with Ivy's second arm and left leg when she realized something.

"Oh, silly me!" Pinkie exclaimed, as she stored the knife in her mane. "You still have your cutie marks. We'll have to fix that."

Ivy didn't respond, she just stared at her severed limbs placed in a bucket.

"You okay?" Pinkie asked, but she received no response. "I'm gonna drug you, to be sure."

She hopped to the cabinet where the Everfree plants and their serums were, but she found they were out of the mixture that cause adrenaline in a pony. There were only a few harvested leaves still there. So Pinkie grabbed them alongside her camera and skipped back to Ivy. Pinkie smashed them up and then stuck the mash in Ivy's mouth. She then covered Ivy's mouth with her hoof so she couldn't spit it out.

"Let's hope this doesn't kill you." Pinkie said. She watched as Ivy's eyes slowly focused. "Hiya, welcome back to the land of the living. Enjoy it while you can!" she said as she removed her hoof.

Ivy spit out the mush onto Pinkie's face.

"Wow," Pinkie said.

With her newfound strength, Ivy thrashed around, trying to escape. She failed, but she freed her head from its bindings. Unfortunately for her, its removal alongside her flailing caused her to fall off the table. Her remaining leg let out a snap at the knee as it unsuccessfully tried to follow the rest of her down. Her last limb held her in place as she hanged off the table. She cried, screamed, and tried to escape, but she was stuck.

Pinkie bounced to Ivy, scalpel in hoof and pressed her struggling body back against the table. She kept one hoof on Ivy's chest to keep her pinned, and with the other, she carved a circle around Ivy's left cutie mark. Blood poured out of the incision, but Ivy merely let out a whimper as it was carved away.

Once it was off, Pinkie set it face down to dry. She then repeated the process on the other side.

Ivy stayed still, but Pinkie liked how she looked hanging off the table. So after her marks were off, Pinkie tipped Ivy Vine forward. Further hurting her remaining leg, which now looked swollen and purple.

Pinkie pulled the knife from her mane and stabbed her knee. It went through much easier than it did through the bone, and soon Ivy was on the floor. Limbless.

Her last stump was seared shut. Then Pinkie skipped back to the medicine cabinet.

She filled a syringe with the correct amount to numb Ivy, then she placed it at her hooves.

"Ivy, you're going to die. You know that, I know that, but neither of us knows how much pain you will be in when you do, because you are going to have your chest opened and all your organs pulled out. It will be incredibly painful, except," Pinkie gestured to the syringe, "I filled this shot with a plant from the Everfree. Don't ask me which one it is, I don't know, but it will numb you when injected. I'm going to leave it here, and if you reach it, I'll give it to you. If not, I'll open you up without it and you'll feel everyone of your organs being pulled out until it's just your heart."

Pinkie flashed a wide grin. "Wanna try?"

Ivy looked at her limbs, or rather what was left of them, then took a deep breath and dragged herself across the room. Ivy’s raw skin was scraped away as she moved against the concrete floor, which left a trail of blood in her wake. As Pinkie waited, she took pictures of Ivy's struggles. Each picture showed Ivy closer than the last.

After twenty minutes of slow movement, Ivy made it to the syringe.

"Yay, hurray!" Pinkie cheered. "You know what that means now?"

"What?" Ivy weakly responded.

"You get to die pain free," Pinkie flipped Ivy over and stabbed the needle into her chest.

After another twenty minutes, Pinkie asked, "How do you feel now?"

“I feel… nothing,” Ivy said. “You know, I honestly wasn't expecting you to be telling the truth. I'm going to die now?"

"Yup!" Pinkie said. She grabbed a mouthful of Ivy's tail and dragged her back to her starting position, the foot of the table.

She grabbed the butcher's knife and cut open Ivy's chest while she hummed the same song from before. Pinkie pulled out all her nonvital organs, then glanced at Ivy's face. She looked almost at peace.

Finally Pinkie pulled out her heart and watched as Ivy Vine's face stilled, forever.

"Lucky." Pinkie said.

It look her two hours to finish harvesting Ivy and clean up the mess afterward. It would be another hour before the Cakes would come down, so she moved to preserving the cutie marks. Hopefully, they won't throw these away. They were really pretty and Pinkie wanted to remember how much fun she had.