Cupcake Factory

“Scootaloo helps Rainbow and Pinkie.” -Aqua Shimmer
“Kill the bastards that tried to send Scootaloo into the Rainbow Factory and have Rainbow go ballistic on them.” -Twilight Mercer
“Maybe something with the CMC next.” -EmzzisHere

Cupcake Factory

By Nero Darkard (aka. NeroTheDarklord)

Chapter 4: How to turn ponies into plummet

Screams and smoke filled the air. While two adult ponies were running around their burning home in panic, three little fillies just casually walked away from it with their heads hanging low.

“Alright… I’ll be the one to say it,” Applebloom started with a sigh. “Tryin’ to get a cutie mark in firefightin’ was the worst idea we had so far.”

“I just don’t get why the candle exploded like that!” Sweetie Belle stated in puzzlement.

“I think you accidentally grabbed the gas hose instead of the water hose,” Scootaloo explained.

“That would explain it…” the white filly answered meekly.

“Gosh… This is ridiculous! Every filly and colt in the entire town has their cutie mark already! All except of us! What the hay are we doin’ wrong?” Applebloom complained.

“Beats me… Feels like we are working on it for four years by now, but it’s only been one… I think?” Sweetie Belle wondered.

“Wait a moment… Now that you mention it, we had a few very weird seasons so far. I mean, first there was summer, then we suddenly had winter, then fall, then a long period of summer again…” Scootaloo started.

“Then next we had fall and Nightmare Night again, then summer for a while again… and then it was suddenly Hearths Warming Eve!” Applebloom continued with a surprised tone.

“Yes! Then followed summer, spring and yet again summer!” Sweetie Belle remarked.

“If y’all ask me, Ah think Princess Celestia is drunk. Like... all the time,” Applebloom stated.

“Heh. Totally! She really goofed it up so far. I mean, making our town librarian a princess? Like, really? What is she princess for anyway? Princess of books? Goddess of eggheads?” Scootaloo mocked.

“Actually, she’s not immortal. She just got wings and a title now,” Applebloom explained.

“That makes about as much sense as the seasons this year. But whaaaaaatever. It’s not our business,” Scootaloo commented with a casual shrug.

“Anyway, what are we going to try next?” Sweetie Belle wondered.

“Hm… Ah, to pony hell with it! We’ve tried everythin’ legally thinkable, so let’s just try the dark side. Ah know my sister AJ forbid me to try and sell her apples again, but she never mentioned her drugs! C’mon, girls! Let’s get to the barn and start spreadin’ that stuff across our school!” Applebloom suggested.

“Cutie Mark Crusaders Drug Dealers! Yay!” all three cheered.

The fillies skipped lighthoofedly for a few steps, smiling widely again. Then suddenly, Sweetie Belle stopped and she began to rub her chin with a thoughtful expression.

“It feels like we are forgetting something. Hm… Oh well,” she spoke, then continued walking.

At that moment, the burning house in the background collapsed.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh-!”

Pinkie Pie grinned widely and giggled.

“And that is how we make rainbows!” Rainbow Dash explained.

“Oh my goodness. That’s pretty violent, don’t you think? Tossing them into a giant meat grinder after roughly chopping them up alive… I like it,” Fluttershy commented.

“Heh. Knew this would be your thing. Anyway, we need to figure out how to arrange this all,” Dash continued.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh-!”

Pinkie Pie grinned widely and giggled.

“I mean, in theory, this would work out really awesomely! All I need to do is assign some of my workers to the factory in Ponyville and they will get the place running!” Rainbow kept going.

“Holy shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-!”

Pinkie Pie grinned widely and giggled.

“Pinks, in return, will make sure we get to shred something else than just pegasy all the time. And after all the color is extracted, we just send the meat back to the cupcake factory!”

“Nooooooooooooooooooo-!”

Pinkie Pie grinned widely and giggled.

“Well what’s the problem then?” Fluttershy wondered.

“Thing is, I already have enough to do with running the rainbow factory and making sure our workers keep their mouths shut… and let’s be honest. Pinkie is not really the kind of pony who would be able to run a company on her own. Or am I wrong, Pinks?” the athletic mare asked.

“Not the face! Not the face! Not th-”

Pinkie Pie grinned widely and giggled.

“Pinkie? Are you there? I know it’s fun and all, but just step over from the grinder and stop getting showered with blood for a moment!” Rainbow called.

“Um… It doesn’t look like she’s hearing you,” Fluttershy commented.

“Gaaaaaaah! Curse you, Pete! Curse yooooouuuuu-!”

Pinkie Pie grinned widely and giggled.

“Yep…” Rainbow spoke with a sigh. “Well, that just confirms me. C’mon, Shy. Let’s leave her to it for a while. I still wanted to show you the butchery so you can get a rough idea what you’ll be working with!”

After touring through the rainbow factory for a while, the two pegasus mares arrived in a long corridor. A mechanism on the ceiling pulled dozens of meat hooks down its full length. Each hook carried a crippled, heavily bleeding, but still conscious young pegasus on it while dozens of workers in red, waterproof clothing surrounded them.

Fluttershy’s eyes and mouth were wide open in amazement. This was more professional than anything she ever pulled off! After walking down the corridor for a while, Rainbow Dash finally stopped and picked up a very large motorized butchery device.

“We call that a limb saw. Pretty much a modified chainsaw to cut through flesh and bones real easy. Its not required to use, since we allow our workers to just play with the ponies as they like to. In the end, they all get tossed into the meat grinder anyway. But we can stuff in more ponies at once if we cut off their limbs first and grind them separately. On a good day, my employees get a pony from entrance to the grinder fully prepared in less than twenty seconds. But I’m not going to ask that from you,” she explained.

“Okay,” Fluttershy responded.

“Now this is where the fun really begins,” Dash stated, picking up another device. “We call that The Peeler. It’s used to easily slice off the hide from a pony. We usually use that on heavily overgrown ones like a certain mute pink earth pony who just gets on my nerves… Well, it makes for quite a mess. And next, we have the…”

The light blue mare heard a familiar voice screaming ahead of them. She instantly started running, only to get her suspicions confirmed. With a shock, she saw Scootaloo hanging on one of the meat hooks, screaming in pain and panic.

The first worker was just about to start preparing her when Dash pushed him aside hard and hit the emergency deactivation button, shutting down the whole line. All workers immediately turned towards her. Oh no… She had that look on her face again. That pure, utter rage. And this time, she seemed to be more pissed than ever. She sure is going to flip her shit…

“What the fuck is this?!” Rainbow Dash screamed at the top of her lung, pointing over to Scootaloo.

“Rainbow Dash? Rainbow Dash! Oh gosh, by Celestia, I am so glad to see you! Please get me off this thing! My leg! It hurts so bad!” Scootaloo begged.

“Um… That’s a filly, Ma’am,” a rather dull stallion next to Dash replied.

With such a dumb response, he only made her even more angry. Rainbow Dash just grabbed him, pinned his head on a band conveyor and used a limb saw to slice his head off.

“Let that be a lesson to all of you morons!” Dash kept shouting while helping Scootaloo off the hook. “Of course that is a filly! It’s fucking Scootaloo! My adoptive sister!”

The whole factory became silent. Nopony dared to raise their voice now while Dash embraced the filly. Scootaloo, though, kept playing tough. Even now with her hind leg pierced and having just witnessed her idol decapitate another pony, she refused to cry.

“Scoots. How did you end up here? What happened?” Rainbow Dash wanted to know.

“Gah…This… this bastard… some stallion from Cloudsdale just picked me up, saying I had to take my flight exam. I told him that I was handicapped and can’t fly, but he didn’t care. Well, needless to say, I totally blew it on the test. The whole team of judges let me fail and then they sent me here,” the filly replied.

“My gosh. I can’t believe it! They ignored my order! They actually had the fucking balls to ignore my order!” Dash spoke in extreme anger.

“That’s not very nice!” Fluttershy commented.

“Heh. Heck no, it wasn’t. But they will learn soon enough who’s in charge here. Fluttershy, pal. Take care of Scootaloo for me for maybe an hour or so. I gotta set a few things right,” Rainbow Dash requested, then turned her focus back to the factory workers. “Everypony else, get back to work!”

“Rainbow Dash? Where are you going?” Scootaloo wondered.

“Don’t worry, kiddo. I’ll handle this. Let me show you something real quick. An especially neat piece of pegasus technology. I call it ‘The Super Perforator’!” Dash replied.

“You didn’t pass. Take him away,” one of the judges summarized what all three of them were thinking.

“No… No! This can’t be happening! I practised so much! Please! Let me try it again! Let me redo it! I beg you!” the colt shouted while two guards were dragging him away.

The judges just sighed and slowly shook their heads. Today was full of disappointments. So many failed the exam. The current generation of young pegasi was just absolutely useless. They were about to call it a day when they got startled by a loud explosion noise, followed by a circular rainbow. Just a few seconds later, Rainbow Dash pulled a full breaking just in front of them. They were quite surprised to see the boss of the rainbow factory appear out of thin air like that. But even more surprising was the fact that she was carrying some kind of metal box with several small long tubes in front of it, attached to a leather strap on her back.

Dash stood there, her expression only showing arrogance and disappointment. The three judges adapted the same mimic immediately. They already had a good idea what she was going to want to talk about.

“Good evening, Miss Dash,” one of the judges greeted.

“Sup,” she responded briefly.

“How can we help?” another wondered.

“Funny you ask. I think you already helped way too much. You made Scootaloo take the exam today, right? Gamboge colored coat, cerise mane, purple eyes?” Rainbow asked.

“Yes, what about her?” the third judge asked back.

“You do realize that she is part of my family and I gave strict order to leave her alone, right?” Dash wanted to know.

“Yes, we do,” the first judge replied.

“Ah. Okay. So you really ignored my order on purpose, huh?” Rainbow wondered.

“Miss Dash. You may run the factory, but we are not your employees and it is not quite in your power to make a claim on who stays and who goes. In fact, you should have known that this would happen, seeing how she is handicapped. You know the rules: Every pegasus pony that fails at properly displaying our great species has to be eliminated,” another judge explained.

“Pff. Don’t make me laugh. What good would you judges be if you wouldn’t have any place to send the failing ponies to? You can’t deny it. Without the factory, you would all be useless and unemployed. So. Tell me: Who is the boss here?” the light blue mare asked.

“Miss Dash, this-” the third judge started.

“Who is the boss?” Rainbow Dash repeated calmly.

“This is ridicul-” the second judge began.

“Who is the boss?” Dash insisted to be answered, maintaining her calm act.

“Pff. Fine. You are,” one of the judges replied.

“Good. Glad we came to understand that. But let me make you one thing perfectly clear. You do not ignore my orders. Not a single freaking time in your whole entire life. You got that?” the athletic mare spoke.

“Oh? And what exactly are you going to do? Fire us?” one of the judges stated mockingly.

“Well, no. Not you at least,” Rainbow spoke, then swiftly pulled the metal box from her back and into her front legs. “Say hello to my little friend!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the metal box started spitting small flames and made a continuous, very loud noise. Now, way too late, the judges realized that this thing Rainbow Dash brought was a type of minigun. For a good minute, she shouted along with the machine while she perforated two of the ponies. Even long after they were dead, she kept on going until the whole magazine was emptied out and the two mashed piles could be mistaken for sticky, reddened scrap metal and lead.

Now that the minigun was used up, Rainbow Dash had to calm down again. Her eyes jumped over to the third judge. His eyes were wide open in shock while he laid on the ground, heavily bleeding and in a lot of pain. The light blue mare kept him alive on purpose.

While Dash slowly walked over to her last surviving victim, he tried to skid away. But with his legs and wings mauled by bullets, he couldn’t get far. Finally, Dash towered right above him and started grinning sinisterly.

In one swift movement, Rainbow Dash rammed a small circular device in the stallion’s chest, twisted it and pulled it out again.

“My… My heart!” he shouted in shock at the sight of his still beating heart being held by the device.

Rainbow instantly tossed it to the ground, pulled out a cleaver and aggressively started hacking the organ to mush in front of the stallions terror filled eyes. It did not take more than a couple of seconds before he eventually bled to death.

“Fuckers…” Dash commented while she tossed the cleaver aside. “Well, time to clean up the… hold on a minute. Where did I get that heart cutter and cleaver from? I only brought the gun…”

Rainbow Dash looked around in search, but couldn’t find any explanation. After a while, she eventually decided to give up and instead got started with disposing of the bodies… if you can even call these things bodies still…

A couple of hours later, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, Scootaloo, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Rainbow Dash found themselves sitting in front of the cupcake factory in Ponyville, taste testing the very first batch of cupcakes it produced.

“Well, I’ll be damned! Those got to be the best cupcakes I ever had!” Applebloom stated ecstatically.

“Definitely!” Sweetie Belle agreed and took another bite. “How did you do that? How did you make them so good?”

“Hehe. Kid. If we spoiled that secret, we could as well just give away free tickets to Ponyville to our competitors,” Dash replied.

Scootaloo just sat there, smiling silently. After what she had seen today, it was clear to her what was in those cupcakes. But she didn’t seem to care much, as she took another bite out of her cupcake just a moment later. But then, she gained the concerned glances of her fiends.

“Ow man, Scoots. Ah’m so sorry about ya failin’ the flight exam. Can’t believe those no goods forced ya into it,” Applebloom spoke.

“Ah, its just half as bad,” Scootaloo replied casually.

“Well, not really, kiddo. They might leave you alone for the moment, but they will come back for you eventually. We gotta figure out how to solve this problem. Also, Pinkie and I still need to find somepony to help us with the factory,” Dash stated in concern.

A moment of silence passed. Nopony had any idea what to talk about. It was Applebloom who first got up again.

“Well, thanks for the free cupcake. But Ah really gotta go now. See y’all tomorrow!” she spoke and turned around.

“Oh, right! I gotta go, too! Bye Bloom! Bye Scoots!” Sweetie Belle stated and started running as well.

“Bye, guys!” Scootaloo spoke.

Rainbow, Pinkie, Fluttershy and the little filly kept on eating silently until Scootaloo’s two friends were out of sight. Then, she suddenly placed down her cupcake.

“You know, sis: I think there is an error in your management plan. How are you going to get the drained pony corpses from Cloudsdale to Ponyville without risking to get busted on a random roadside check?” she wondered.

“And how do you know about that?” Rainbow wondered.

“I… think I may have accidentally told her all about it… I’m sorry…” Fluttershy apologized.

“Hm. Alright. But Scootaloo: How else are we supposed to get them here?” Rainbow asked.

“That’s easy enough! Third parties! Black market couriers! They take secret roads and just know how to avoid getting their cover blown!” the filly explained.

“Wowy zowy, Scooty! For such a little filly, you know a lot!” Pinkie Pie commented.

“In case you haven’t noticed by now…” Scootaloo started, taking one final bite out of her cupcake. “I’m a pretty rotten sadist. Ever wondered how I ended up in the orphanage? Well, my parents pissed me off just too much with their constant bickering and complaining. Scootaloo do this. Scootaloo do that. Scootaloo why can’t you this. Scootaloo you shouldn’t that. Sheesh. Well, it was pretty funny to see them speechless for once.”

Rainbow’s eye went wide open and she remained motionless for a couple of seconds. Then, she relaxed again and began to grin widely.

“Scoots. If I had known about this a few years ago, I would have instantly adopted you as my sister! Not only are we totally alike, you also might be just what we need for the factory!” she commented.

“The factory? What do you mean, Dashie?” Fluttershy wondered.

“Well, knowing this now, I’m getting a few ideas. You see, rainbow factory workers get special conditions to make sure they won’t end up in the meat grinder themselves… unless they fuck with me, that is. It’s all part of their contract. And since you seem to have a bit of experience in that matter, Scootaloo, I think we just found the perfect pony to help us manage this thing!” Rainbow explained.

“Really?! You would do that for me?! You would let me do that?!” Scootaloo spoke in excitement.

“Of course! Can’t have you end up hanging from a meat hook again, can I?” Dash replied.

“You are the best sister ever!” the filly cheered and embraced Rainbow Dash.

“There, there, kiddo. It’s no big deal. Anyway, why don’t you tell me about your ideas how to organize the factory?” Rainbow offered.

“Sure! Well. First, I would say we should…”