Cupcake Factory

If you even went so far as to open this, I’m already impressed.
I know what you must be thinking:

"Oh my god, another cupcakes/ rainbow factory related story? This can only be horrible!"

and maybe:

"Are you serious? Two terrible stories and you even dare to combine them?"

In both cases, my answer is: Yes, you are right!

This is a terrible, terrible idea! It will definitely turn out horrid! But that’s the actual fun of this!

How this story works:

First of all, don’t take it serious. It is solely meant to be for entertainment on your end, and for practise on mine.

Rather than one consistent storyline, this will instead be a collection of daily adventures (similar to how episodes in the actual cartoon flow) in a mixed universe of Cupcakes and Rainbow Factory.

Furthermore, you will be the one deciding what will happen!

Yes, you! The reader!

All you need to do is leave a comment on what you would like to see happen. Give me ideas for possible scenes or episodes and I will turn the best ones into chapters! Just go nuts! The crazier, the better!

You don't really know what to expect or request yet? Well, keep reading then! The first two chapters are already planned out and I hope they will set the mood. Once you read them, you should have a fairly precise idea of what this will be about.

Now that we got that settled, it is up to you if you wish to continue reading and see my attempt on the humorous side of grimdark and bottomless depths of dark humor or not.

If you do, enjoy!

Cupcake Factory

By Nero Darkard (aka. NeroTheDarklord)

Chapter 1: Every story has a beginning

Dash woke up with one major headache and complete lack of memory. This just felt too familiar. Had she been drinking too much cider again? What does AJ put in that stuff that it knocks her out that much?

Now that she thought of it, where the hay was she actually? She couldn’t see a thing. It was pitch black and something prevented her from moving. All she could flap were her wings.

“Darn it, Rarity! I told you I’m not into that kind of stuff!” she started calling.

“Say what, Dashie?” a familiar, high-pitched female voice responded.

“Uh… Pinkie? I didn’t know you were into bondage,” Rainbow Dash spoke in confusion.

“What is bondage?” the pink mare, standing in the shadows asked.

“Um… neeeevermind…” Rainbow answered with an awkward smirk.

Gosh that Pinkie Pie. She can be so dense, yet unpredictable sometimes. What has she been cooking up again this time?

“Wait a moment. If this is not… that… What is going on here, Pinks?” the pegasus athlete wanted to know.

Pinkie grinned widely in the dark. Finally she was coming to her senses. It is so much more fun when they are fully there.

“Well, it is harvesting time again! I need new ingredients and your number came up! So I invited you to my private party! Just you and me, Dashie!” Pinkie responded.

“Wow, wow. Slow down there. Harvesting time? Ingredients? Number? I don’t get any of this. What ingredients do you need to harvest?” Rainbow asked curiously.

“You, silly! I need to harvest you!” the pink mare explained while finally approaching the rack Rainbow Dash was tied to.

A moment of silence followed, soon being ended by Rainbow Dash laughing lowly.

“Oh Pinkie, you naughty thing. You could just have asked, you know?” she spoke in an erotic tone.

“Uh, what? Oh, Dashie! Get your mind out of the gutter, you dirty pony!” Pinkie spoke, mildly upset while she flipped the light switch. “Does this look like I’m trying to do kinky stuff with you?”

After Rainbow’s eyes adjusted to the brightness, they instantly shot wide open, letting the pupils shrink to small dots at the sight presented to her. She thought she was trapped in some kind of love dungeon. Instead, it was a torture room. Blood and rotting remains of adults and foals alike were everywhere. Most the furniture and party equipment was in fact fashioned out of the former victims Pinkie had trapped in here.

The pink mare herself was wearing a dress made out of cutie marks, pegasus wings and unicorn horns of all sizes. She just jumped in place, grinning widely in anticipation. She knew what would happen next. Like all the other victims, Dash will either start screaming, begging for her life or do both. Pinkie so enjoyed to tease her prey before she cut them up.

But Rainbow didn’t scream or beg. In fact, she gained a sly smirk as she refocused Pinkie.

“Actually, yes. Yes, this very much looks like very kinky stuff,” the pegasus mare replied.

For a moment, Pinkie looked confused. This wasn’t the kind of reaction she expected. Nopony ever before took this sight so casually. What was going on right now?

“Okay, Dashie. You are spoiling my fun right now. Why aren’t you scared?” the pink mare wondered in frustration.

“Scared? Are you kidding me?” Rainbow Dash started. “This is awesome! I had no idea you could do that with ponies! We usually just…”

The athletic mare suddenly stopped and pressed her mouth shut. She just babbled out more than she should have. Needless to say, she caught Pinkie’s curiosity.

“We?” the pink mare wondered. Rainbow Dash hung her head and sighed in response.

“Well, I don’t think there’s any point in hiding it anymore, since you already showed me this side of you. You remember the weather factory, right?” Rainbow wondered.

“Yeah, what about it?” Pinkie asked back.

“Well, when I tell ponies I go off to take a nap in the afternoon, I’m kinda lying to them. Truth is: Taking care of the weather is Ponyville is just a freetime thing for me. My real job is running the rainbow factory,” the light blue pegasus finished.

“Hold on a second! Are you telling me the rumors around the rainbow factory kidnapping ponies and throwing them into a meatgrinder to suck out their colors are true?” Pinkie stated in disbelief.

“What?! Where the hay did you hear that from?! This is supposed to be a secret!” Rainbow shouted in shock.

“I read it on the internet!” Pinkie stated cheerfully.

“The interwhat?” Rainbow wondered.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Ah, Dashie. There is so much you yet need to learn,” the pink mare responded, lightly shaking her head, then turned her focus to the reader and winked.

“Okay…? Well, what exactly do you do with the ponies down here? Other than killing them of course,” the pegasus mare wanted to know.

“Well, as I said, it is harvesting time again!” the pink mare stated, suddenly gaining a sinister expression, “There’s a secret to why my cupcakes are so yummy, nummy right in your tummy.”

“You butch them up and put them in your cupcakes?! Oh my gosh! That is so… so…” Rainbow Dash started.

“So what, Dashie?” Pinkie wondered, grinning murderously. “Sick? Nasty? Disturbing? Well, yes! That is the whole point of-”

“Awesome!” Rainbow suddenly shouted in excitement, getting the pink mare wide-eyed once again. “That is so totally awesome! Oh my gosh! Just think of all the costs you could cut if you just ate the corpses in the factory, instead of trying to burn them or ship them away secretly! That would solve so many problems for the factory! I had no idea! Hey, Pinkie! Can I try some? I see a still good piece over there! Come on! Let me taste that!”

It isn’t an easy task to catch Pinkamena Diane Pie dumbstruck, but Dash just managed it. This wasn’t developing as she planned it at all. While there were strange harvesting times before with victims who actually enjoyed being tortured or getting aroused from being cut open, that was something completely new to her. Pinkie found herself so speechless and put off her stride, she just ended up doing as her friend wished and showed a fresh piece of pony flesh in her mouth.

At first, Rainbow seemed unsure what to think while she chewed. But quickly, her expression switched to a pleased one and she made happy noises while chomping away. Finally, she even swallowed the piece.

“Wow! I had no idea we taste that good! I can totally see how this makes your cupcakes turn out so great!” the rainbow-maned filly commented.

Pinkie still stood there with wide open eyes and mouth. Her whole plan for this evening just crumbled away and got replaced with something that astonished her like nothing ever did before in her life. A few moments later, Rainbow started shifting around on the torture rack again.

“Say, Pinks: Can you open those straps maybe? It’s starting to get uncomfortable,” she requested.

Still too speechless to be thinking anything senseful at all, Pinkie complied. After opening a few leather straps and turning a small cogwheel, Rainbow was free again. At first, she just stood there, stretching her limbs. Then she turned around to her friend and grinned in amusement over her shocked expression.

“I caught you good with that, huh?” she asked.

“Uh huh,” the pink mare responded, along with a nod.

“He he! Well, come along, Pinks! I guess there’s a lot we need to tell each other now,” the athletic mare spoke, wrapping her left front leg around Pinkie’s neck.

As they walked back outside, the pink mare slowly regained her wits. Her expression slowly relaxed and she finally gained a sly one herself.

“Yeah! Like: What was that with you, Rarity and bondage?” Pinkie asked.

“Uhhhhhhh…” Rainbow started, grinning awkwardly.

The door closed again. All the times before, two ponies entered, but only one came back out. Now, for the first time ever, two returned from this room. But that was by far not the only change about to come.