Pinkamena X

Pinkamena stood in the basement of Sugarcube Corner, staring at a map of Ponyville hanging up on the wall. On the map was a ton of scribbles and X's and lines as the mare has been plotting behavior patterns of the Ponyville residents. There were circles to denote areas of high volume of visitors and a couple X's of ponies she'd murdered already. There were only two so far. The mare, herself, was wearing a black, sleeveless shirt and jeans.

"So many dead..." the mare replied, her eyes scanning the map. "So many left... All those ponies completely unaware of where their friends have really gone. Believing that they simply moved away." She smiled and put her left hand on her hip. "I impress even myself sometimes. Although, death is so final and... boring. I've wanted to experiment on someone for a while now... but I found none that I wanted to keep alive more than I wanted to kill them..." She then turned around to face a mare who was bound by the wrists to a wooden chair and gagged. Tears streamed her face. "Until you, Twilight."

The unicorn sniffled and sobbed into the gag, remaining perfectly still as if she were afraid to move. Pinkamena smiled and eyed the floor. Chuckling softly, she moved to a desk nearby, where she had a few tools laid out. She ran her fingers over a scalpel, pliers, hammer, knife. Her fingers rested on the knife.

"This is surprisingly hard for me to do," the pink mare sighed, tapping the handle of the knife with her index finger. "There are five voices in my head right now. One's telling me to kill you. One's telling me to let you go." She then slowly wraps her fingers around the knife's handle. "Another's telling me that if I let you go, you'll turn me in." Turning to the bound and crying mare, she slowly took a couple small steps forward. "Then, there's this one that's telling me that... there's more I can do with you than simply kill you." She moved up to the mare and leaned forward, placing her hands on Twilight's shoulders and looking her in the eyes. "Yeah... I think I'll go with voice #4..." she coos with a grin.

Earlier...

Pinkamena let out a sigh as she dropped into a chair. "Alright, look... You're my very first one and I wanna make this special, okay? I mean, after all, you never forget your first one, right? Your first drink, first job, first friend, first fuck... first kill. The first one's special." She leaned back in her chair with a sigh. "You know, I'm not feeling like you're enjoying this as much as I am. Maybe, I'll let you pick how you're gonna die. So, what's it gonna be?"

Berry Punch whimpered and kept her head hung, her arms tied to the arm rests of the chair and her legs tied to the chair's legs. She didn't say or do anything in response as she was already giving up. There was no way out of this unless this mare showed her mercy. Although, mercy didn't seem like it was to be an option here.

Pinkamena crossed her legs and tilted her head. "Your fear is a very mundane and boring one," she said, before getting up and heading to her desk. Opening the drawer, she pulled out a file and slammed it on the desk. "Fucking pain. Such a basic and common fear. I could've had some fun with drowning, needles, spiders, anything... But, just pain..." Letting out an irritated sigh, she turned to the bound mare again. "Mmm... I suppose this is a good starting point," she said, moving behind Berry. "I could've drowned you in the wine you love so much. No one would've thought it was murder. Just the stupid, thoughtless actions of an addicted mare."

"Please..." Berry whimpers.

"Holy shit, it talks," the pink mare cooed, leaning in so her mouth was by the mare's left ear. "Louder. I could barely hear you."

"Please, let me go..." Berry said, starting to cry softly.

Pinkamena nodded a couple times before standing back up. "Yeah... Yeah, I could let you go. I don't have to kill you. But, the voices..." she said with an eerie giggle. "Now, back to pain..." she said, moving back around to sit down her chair. "How do you want it? I could beat you to death. Cut off some limbs until you bleed to death. Stab your eyes out. Slooowwwly cut you up..." She said with heavy breathing as she ran her hands up and down the mare's upper legs.

Berry only cried harder and louder. "No, please! I-I didn't do anything! I never hurt anyone!"

The pink mare shook her head and sighed, before briefly chuckling. "You think I'm being your judge, jury, and executioner? Oh, Berry... I'm just doing this for the fun of it." She then quickly stood up and punched the mare across the face.

Berry let out a yelp before sobbing harder, more tears streaming her face. "Stop, please!"

"Don't tell me what to do," the pink mare said, before socking Berry directly in the mouth.

The mare shrieked loudly as blood leaked from her lips. When she opened her mouth, a couple teeth fell out. Pinkamena took a step back to avoid getting hit by the blood, letting out a laugh.

"Oh, fuck!" She exclaimed joyfully. "Stronger than I thought." She then turned and went back to her desk, examining her tools. "Let's move on to something more exciting." Picking up the hammer and pruning sheers. Humming happily, she skipped her way back to her seat and sat back down. "Alright..." she said, holding the hammer in her right hand and the sheers in her left. "Let's play."

Before the mare could say anything, Pinkie slammed the hammer down on Berry's left hand. The mare screamed at the top of her lungs, unable to form words in her current state. Pinkie went to slam the hammer down on the fingers but stopped just before impact.

"Hmm..." the pink mare pondered, before tossing the hammer aside and holding up the pruning sheers. "You won't be able to feel the pain if I break your fingers first."

Berry just continued sobbing. She knew it was over for her and that it was pointless in trying to resist. The pink mare smiled and brought the sheers to the mare's right pinkie. Without saying anything, she squeezed hard. Berry let out a silent scream as blood squirted Pinkamena in the face as the captive mare's pinkie fell to the floor.

"Oh, don't give up now, Berry," Pinkamena cooed with a moan, licking the blood that hit her lip. "You still have nine more fingers left."

Once the final finger was removed, Pinkie nuzzled the mare’s cheek. “Voice #5, if you were wondering, was telling me to fuck you. Shame your fear wasn’t rape. You have the sexiest screams.”

Suddenly, she heard the doorbell ring. Letting out a sigh, she went back to her desk and set the bloody pruning sheers down with a clink.

“Wait right there,” she sang, practically skipping to the stairs. “And, when I get back, we’ll start on those toes.”

She didn’t hear the mare reply as she leaped up the stairs. Heading to the front door, she unlocked and opened it. “Oh, hey Twilight,” She said with a smile as she leaned against the doorframe. “What’s up?”

“Hey, Pinkie,” The unicorn replied with a smile, before noticing the pink mare’s new look. “That’s a different look for you...”

“Perhaps...” Pinks cooed. “But, it’s what feels right. Besides, I like my ears pierced,” she added as she reached up to feel her left ear.

“Well, as long as you’re happy,” Twi said, before taking a step forward and leaning in close. “Is everything ready for the girls’ party tomorrow?”

Pinkamena went wide-eyed and let out a forced gasp. “Goodness me, is that tomorrow?”

Now, it was Twilight’s turn to go wide-eyed. “Wha... Bu... Pinkie! How... How could you...”

The pink mare then let a chuckle escape from her lips. “Of course I remembered. How could I forget their 8th birthday party?”

“Isn’t it sweet they’re waiting to celebrate their birthday together?“ Twilight asked with a happy sigh. “Apple Bloom’s was last month and Sweetie’s was last week.”

“I know,” Pinkie replied with a smile. “Just don’t worry. I have everything set.”

Twilight nodded. “Okay. Well, I’ll just go, then. Let you get back to whatever it was you were doing before I showed up.”

“Alright,” Pinkie cooed. “Bye, Twilight.”

“Bye, Pinkie,” Twilight said as she turned and walked away.

After watching the unicorn leave, Pinkie closed the door and made her way back to the basement. Getting to the bottom, she let out a sigh. Berry had tipped the chair to the side and she now lay dead against the floor, her head sitting in a puddle of blood.

“Did you tip the fucking...” Pinkie began, before groaning in annoyance. “Dammit, Berry...”

With frustrated mumbling, Pinkie started cleaning up the mess.