Cupcake Factory

“Excessive display of torture and violence.” -Pop Chatter
“I say kill my Bat Pony OC next. Blackwing deserves to be reduced to a bloody heap. Decapitation plz.” -SomeGuyCamping

Cupcake Factory

By Nero Darkard (aka. NeroTheDarklord)

Chapter 5: Oh so batty

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

If there was one thing Rainbow Dash hated, it was sitting around idly and being bored. Tragically, she yet again had been sleeping so much during the day that she just couldn’t sleep at night. All that was left for her was to stare at her clock, watching the minutes pass by.

“Gosh… Why did I have to waste my cider reserves so early… Now I don’t even have anything left to knock me out. This is sooo boring…” Rainbow Dash complained.

The clock kept ticking away, each click seemingly taking longer and longer until the next. When Dash finally heard a noise coming from her kitchen, she was almost relieved to finally have something to do.

“Tank, are you at the fridge again? I told you that-” Dash spoke while walking down the cloudy stairs.

She stopped as she came to realize that the silhouette sitting on the ground was way too large to be a turtle… eh… tortoise. A grey pony with black and purple mane and tail had the nerves to try and break into her house.

“Now what do you think you are doing here?!” Dash shouted, getting ready to pounce the burglar.

Suddenly, it shot into the air, flew a very narrow curve and aimed straight for the window. Rainbow tried to get in the way, but that pony was extremely agile. Even she could not react fast enough to prevent the unwelcome visitor from escaping.

“Well fuck,” she cursed.

Pinkie Pie gasped after Rainbow finished retelling last night’s events.

“You had a break-in, too? Just a few days ago, somepony tried to steal from Sugarcube Corner!” the pink mare stated.

“I don’t like where this is going, Pinks. I can’t have some asshole messing up my home town,” Dash complained angrily.

“Do you have any idea who the burglar could be? And why was he or she so fast? I mean, even you couldn’t catch them!” Pinkie wondered.

“Not fast, Pinkie. Agile. No pony in Equestria is faster than me. I couldn’t catch them because they could turn better than I could. Anyway, beats me who that was. All I can tell is that it must have been a pegasus, since it could fly,” the athletic mare explained.

“That is so fascinating!” Twilight suddenly exclaimed, startling both Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie.

“Twilight?! Where the hay do you come from all the sudden?” Dash wondered.

“I was just nearby and I just couldn’t resist to overhear your conversation. Sounds like we have a new friendship problem!” the young alicorn stated in excitement.

“Um… I don’t really think that’s a friendship-thing, silly,” Pinkie replied.

“Of course it is! Think about it! There must be a reason why this pony turned to burglary! Maybe they need money to pay a critical surgery for a close friend and just can’t gather it up legally in time! Or maybe this is just their way of begging for help and attention! I’ve got to do some research on this case!” Twilight explained.

“Research? Just… research? You are not going to try and stop the burglar?” Rainbow asked in disappointment.

“Oh, Rainbow Dash! I wouldn’t try to catch them and put them in a dungeon! I’m the princess of friendship after all! There has to be a more social solution for that matter! Anyway, thanks for bringing this to my attention! I’m off to the library to do some research. See you, girls!” the purple alicorn stated and instantly flew off.

“And that is why I would never hire you for the factory, Twilight… So smart, yet so dense at the same time,” Rainbow mumbled.

“Gee! Since she became a princess, Twilight really went off the deep end,” Pinkie commented.

“Yeah. Even you seem more rational than she is,” the athletic mare replied absent-minded.

“Why thank y… Wait. What’s that supposed to mean?!” Pinkie wondered, mildly upset.

“Let’s face it, Pinks. We are both batshit crazy. No need to talk around it,” Rainbow replied.

“Hm. Yeah. Agreed,” the pink mare spoke, shrugging with a smile on her face. “Oh! Hey! I just remembered that its harvesting time again! I wanted to ask you if you’d like to join in this time!”

“Two mares, one number?” Dash wondered with a sly grin on her face.

“Eeeeeeeew! That’s nasty! Stop with the gross references, Dashie! Now I have that video in my head again!” Pinkie complained with a grimace of disgust, causing Rainbow Dash to instantly break out in laughter.

“You actually watched that video?” the light blue mare wondered.

Instantly, Pinkie pressed her mouth shut and let her eyes wander around nervously.

“Nooooooooooooo?” she lied.

That only caused Rainbow to laugh even louder. But after just a few seconds, she caught herself again.

“Anyway, I’d gladly join in! Let’s get right to it!” she agreed.

“Wow, wow, wow. Not so fast, Dashie. We need a number first. Follow me!” the pink mare stated and lead the way to Sugarcube Corner.

Rainbow Dash kept on flying from left to right with her front legs crossed, the impatience and frustrating clearly written on her face. Pinkie was calculating the next number in her basement room for nearly five minutes now. Another five minutes of Dash’s life wasted by waiting around. Gosh she hated those moments. But finally, the pink mare was done and drew a small strip of paper out of a drawer. It displayed the number 259.

Dash instantly picked up Pinkie’s scrapbook and scanned through the pages, looking for the photo. When she found the number, it was stuck to the picture of a very strange stallion. He had a grey coat with black and purple mane and tail. His eyes had an odd shape and his wings did not look like that of a normal pegasus either. Ultimately, it dawned to Rainbow Dash that she had seen this pony in her house last night, causing her eyes to shoot wide open.

“What the hay?! That’s the burglar! You know this guy?!” she asked.

“He’s the next? Why, yeah! His name is Blackwing! He used to be one of Princess Luna’s Night Guard. Got hurt on the job and was then kicked out for being too permanently injured to still perform his duties. He came to Ponyville a while ago, looking for ‘some work’. I guess work comes in all kinds of forms,” Pinkie explained.

“Look at his wings and eyes! What kind of mutant is he?!” Dash wondered.

“He’s a bat pony, silly! Not a mutant!” the pink mare answered with a giggle.

Dash slowly turned around to Pinkie, crossing her front legs in midair again while raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

“Pony bats? Really now? And Applejack complains about my horse puns…” she commented.

“Well, he’s an OC, so he won’t be missed. Just be positive and think of the flavor! This is gonna be so much fun!” Pinkie Pie cheered.

“Yeah. I guess you are right. Soon, there’s one abomination less in Equestria… Now, how do we catch this guy?” Rainbow wanted to know.

“Just wait for the scene change,” the pink mare suggested.

“Scene change? Pinkie, seriously, what the hell are you talking about?” the athletic mare wanted to know.

“Oh, you know. Those ‘---’ that come up whenever the scene or time changes in this story!” Pinkie replied.

“This story? What the… Oh, I think I see them. You mean those things below me?” Dash wondered.

Pinkie pulled on one last leather strap and then she was ready. Blackwing was securely tied to her torture rack, still unconscious. That would change soon, though, causing her to rub her front legs in anticipation and grinning widely.

“Wow… that was crazy, Pinks. I know exactly that we just spent half the day searching for this dude and tricking him into eating a knock-out cupcake. But I could swear it felt like this took not even a minute to set up,” Rainbow stated while rubbing her head in confusion.

“Yeah, the fourth wall has its tendency of making you say that to prevent narrative contradictions,” Pinkie explained.

Okay. Seriously now, Pinkamena Diane Pie. Shut the fuck up. If you don’t stop trying to ruin my story, I’ll make you and Blackwing switch places.

“Oops! Sorry, Mr. Author! Keep going!” Pinkie apologized.

“What is going on right now?” Dash wondered in complete confusion.

After she magically forgot everything that just happened, Rainbow decided to fly over to the closet, opened it and took Pinkie’s cutie mark dress and necklace out of it.

“Oh! Thanks, Dashie! I nearly forgot about dressing up, that’s how excited I am!” the pink mare stated and bounced over to her friend.

“Must have taken quite a few ponies to make that,” Dash commented while Pinkie was putting on her dress. “Anyway, I’m done waiting. Let’s wake him up!”

As soon as she finished, the light blue pegasus mare flew over to their hostage and gave him a hard slap in the face, waking him up again.

“Ugh… What the hell was that for? Wait a moment, where am I?” Blackwing wondered, shifting around on the rack.

“Hi there, buddy!” Pinkie greeted cheerfully. “Today is the luckiest day of your life! You get to play naughty games with two fillies at once!”

Instantly, the batty stallion’s eyes grew wide and his wings erected away from his body.

“Okay. Sounds good,” he agreed, still very surprised and confused.

“You’re starting to pick up a few traits from me, don’t you, Pinks?” Dash wondered with a sly grin.

“You know me, Dashie. I’m all about fun, even if it means at the cost of others,” Pinkie responded with a disturbingly huge grin.

“Hehe. So, how do we start on him?” Rainbow wanted to know.

“Hmm… Let’s see,” the pink mare spoke while rummaging through her tools. “Ah! Say, Blacky. Do you enjoy needle play?”

“I… don’t exactly know what that is. But I’m down with trying new things,” the hostage replied in a mildly excited tone, still oblivious of what was truly going to happen.

“Goodie!” Pinkie replied and returned to the rack, handing Rainbow Dash a small box with very pointy iron needles.

Both mares looked at each other. With a grin and a nod, they came to an agreement to mislead their victim a bit more and started running their hooves up and down his body. Of course, Blackwing was enjoying this and closed his eyes with a happy smile on his face. Pinkie was the first to slowly slide one of the needles across his chest, causing it to scratch his skin. He hardly reacted to this until she slowly began to sink the nail into his left front leg, just above the hoof.

“That… kinda hurts,” was all he said, trying hard to not sounds wimpy.

“That’s the point, silly,” Pinkie replied.

That seemed to be explanation enough for him, since he just nodded and started to relax a bit more again. Rainbow Dash could hardly believe what a humongous idiot this guy was. That’s just so typical for stallions. Once they smell an opportunity for sex, they just shut down their brains and agree to every shit they come up with. She really had to keep herself together to not just burst out in laughter while she evenly spread the nails across Blackwing’s body, watching his hilarious expression of being torn between pain, uncertainty and pleasure.

Suddenly, Pinkie rammed one of the nails right through the bat stallion’s left eye, causing him to twitch heavily and scream in pain.

“What the fuck?! What is wrong with you?! Holy shit, my eye! What have you done?!” Blackwing shouted.

Instead of an answer, Pinkie turned to Rainbow Dash. After glancing at each other for a moment, they both began to chuckle and just continued sticking needles into the stallion’s body, this time aiming for more painful locations on purpose.

“Agh! This shit hurts! This isn’t even hot anymore! Stop it already and let me go!” he complained.

Rainbow Dash slowly placed her front hoof on the stallion’s mouth and gave him a seductive glance.

“Shhhh. You talk too much,” she spoke eroticly.

But Blackwing wasn’t falling for it anymore. He just gained a grim expression, opened his mouth and tried to bite the athletic mare. But as he realized he wasn’t causing any damage at all, Dash just grinned and gave him a hard punch into the jaw with the other front leg, causing him to break several teeth on her hoof.

“Good gosh, you are an idiot. Hooves, remember? Can’t feel a thing there,” Dash stated coldly.

Blackwing whimpered in pain while she removed her hoof out of his mouth. Moments later, he spat his broken teeth to the ground.

“What da phack do you wanth phrom me?” he asked, still trying to deal with his bleeding eye and mouth.

“We haven’t been lying to you, Blacky. We just want to have some fun with you,” Pinkie replied with a sinister grin. “Dashie, go get the hammer so we can drive those nails in nice and deep.”

She didn’t have to say that twice. While the pegasus mare flew away to pick up the hammer, Blackwing finally came to understand what these two fillies truly meant with having fun with him. His still working pupil shrank to a tiny dot while he watched Rainbow Dash aiming the hammer right above the nail that was stuck on his left knee.

Each time the hammer fell, Blackwing twitched hard and yelped. Just watching this scene was enough entertainment for Pinkie at the moment, so she stepped back, sat down on a chair made of pony bones and giggled as if she was watching a comedy show.

“Very nice, Dashie! Just make sure you leave the nail in his eye alone. We don’t want it to end up in his brain,” the pink mare commented.

“Roger that, Pinks!” Rainbow replied and continued treating Blackwing like a wooden crate.

The light blue mare surely loved it when she could let out her sadistic side. Maybe they should have invited Scootaloo and Fluttershy to this as well. Ow well, this wasn’t gonna be the last pony they would mess around with. There is always another time, she figured.

When Dash was nearly done, Pinkie suddenly jumped up from her chair again and bounced over to the a drawer.

“I got an idea! Let’s play a dice game!” she stated.

“What do you have in mind?” Rainbow wanted to know.

“See that lever next to the rack? When its your turn, you can pull it as many times as you rolled. After a few turns, there is gonna be a noisy little surprise happening!” Pinkie explained.

“I’m in, but only if I go first!” Dash insisted.

“Sure! Go ahead!” the pink mare agreed and handed over the dice.

Rainbow casually tossed it on a nearby table. It landed on the number three, so she pulled the lever three times. Although it seemed like this did nothing at all, the bat stallion’s eyes went wide open in shock.

“Oh shith… No! Sthop ith!” he called.

Now it was Pinkie’s turn. She rolled a five and pulled the lever five times, grinning widely in joy because she already knew what was going to happen.

“You are gonna break me! Shtop! I beg you!” Blackwing shouted.

It was Rainbow’s turn again. This time, she scored a six.

“No more! Pleash! No more! I can’th handle anymore!” the stallion begged.

Pinkie knew exactly that he was at his physical limit, so it didn’t matter to her that she only rolled a two. To the contrary, she pulled the lever those two times very slowly, grinning insanely while giggling. After the second pull, a loud popping noise could be heard, instantly followed by a soul-tearing scream.

“My phucking shpine! You monshtersh!” Blackwing screamed.

“Ah, dangit. Looks like you got this one, Pinks,” Dash spoke in disappointment.

“Don’t give up so fast, Dashie. You can break a spine more than once!” the pink mare replied.

Instantly, Rainbow’s sinister grin returned and she continued rolling the dice. Their game continued for several rounds more, until they pretty much pulverised his spine and he became completely numb from the chest downwards.

“Holy phuck! I can’th pheel my legsh anymore! You phucking pieshesh of shith! I’m gonna kill you! You hear me! I’m so gonna phucking kill you!” the stallion shouted.

“You should learn to speak first. I can’t understand a word you say,” Dash replied mockingly.

“Phuck you! You’re sho dead! You’re sho phery dead!” Blackwing kept shouting.

“Well, on to the next game! This one requires a bit more patience, but its real fun!” Pinkie stated, turning to her pegasus friend and waving her over to a box of medical tools. “C’mon, Dashie! Let’s play doctor!”

“Oh! Awesome! Where did you get those?” Rainbow wondered.

“Stole them from the Ponyville hospital,” the pink mare explained with a giggle.

“You naughty thing. So, what do I need to do this time?” Dash wanted to know.

“Since he is already paralyzed down there, let’s see if we can remove his bones without him bleeding to death. I’m pretty good at this by now. Can take out the whole skeleton even with spine and skull without having him die. I’ll give you a bit of support. Let’s see how far we can get together,” Pinkie suggested.

“Hm… sounds tricky. Where do I start?” the athletic mare wondered, picking up a scalpel with her mouth and flying back to their hostage.

“Down on the hooves. Try to avoid the veins and arteries, clamp the bleeders, cut the muscles and tendons from the hoof, dislocate it and pull it out with the extractor,” the party pony explained.

This all was a bit much at once, but Dash already had experience when it came to working with flesh. After all, she had to work her way up in rank on the rainbow factory herself and as many, she started out in the butchery line.

With the help of Pinkie Pie, it wasn’t much of an effort to remove both of Blackwing’s back hooves. He protested a lot and tried to shift around, but he no longer had any control of his lower half. So the two fillies had all the time in the world to work their way up to the pelvis. But suddenly, Pinkie stopped.

“Alright. That’s enough. We still want to play other games, too,” she explained.

“True. This was starting to get on my nerves anyway. Hehe. Look at his legs now. All wobbly like sausages,” Rainbow commented.

“Hold on a minute! How do you know what a sausage is? I thought you never ate meat before the day I captured you!” Pinkie protested.

“Are you bloody kidding me righth now?” Blackwing stated speechlessly, not believing they were having a discussing while he was hanging there with nails in his body, broken eye, broken teeth and half paralyzed.

“Duuuuh! Pony meat, Pinks. I never ate another pony before that day. But sausages can be made out of all sorts of animals, too! I used to have a griffon friend, remember? They do eat meat and sometimes, she shared her lunch with me,” Dash explained.

“Ooooooh! Okay, that makes sense! Anyway, it looks like our guest is getting impatient!” the pink mare stated.

“No! I didn’th mean it like-” the bat pony stallion tried to protest.

“You have lots of cool tools here, Pinks. Let’s just go mess around with them!” Rainbow suggested.

It seemed like Pinkie had finally enough of Blackwing’s complaining. As soon as this suggestion came up, she used a pair of tongs and a knife to cut out his tongue, leaving him mumbling incomprehensive stuff while blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

What followed was maybe the most painful part for the broken stallion. The two mares used all sorts of tools and devices to inflict as much pain as thinkably possible. Mostly focusing on the upper half on which he could still feel, they made liquid, glowing hot metal drip on his coat, broke every bone in his wings, sawed them off and used curved blades to partially skin him alive. Blackwing had been acting the tough guy up until this point. But now, he had suddenly turned into a baby and kept crying and panicking over every little thing these two did to him, screaming his soul out every time.

After a while, Pinkie pulled an especially nasty trick. She picked up a sturdy iron pot and a small rodent. In a swift motion, she placed the animal in the pot and then placed it upside down on their victim’s stomach, preventing it from escaping. Next, she placed hot coal on top of the pot. As the heat increased more and more on the inside, the rodent started to panic. In attempt to flee from the heat, its only chance to escape was by digging its way through the fur and flesh of Blackwing. Of course, he screamed like a mad horse because of this.

“Man, this is double cruel. Not only to this bat dude, but also to that animal. You are messed up, Pinks. So fucking love it,” Rainbow commented while grinning widely.

“Thanks, Dashie! I gotta say, you look really good covered in blood,” Pinkie responded.

“Heh. You are not bad looking in red yourse- Holy cow! Your mane!” the athletic mare shouted suddenly.

These two had been messing around so much that they were both pretty soaked in blood and sweat by now. Especially Pinkie got a lot in her mane, making it lose its puffiness and turn straight. The last time Rainbow Dash had seen her friend like that was when she had a mental breakdown.

“Oh, yeah. That can happen sometimes,” Pinkie stated casually.

“You know… With all that blood and that dress… It really suits you. Kinda a mesmerizing sight… Pretty… hot, really,” the athletic mare stated.

While Blackwing was screaming in the background, the two mares kept staring at each other. First, it was just a sly smile from Dash. Then, Pinkie raised her eyebrows several times suggestively. Then Rainbow began to seductively lick the blood off from her front leg.

That was enough for Pinkie. She slowly approached her friend, wrapped her front legs around her neck and stared deep into her eyes with a dreamy expression on her face while smiling widely.

“You know. This whole party started out already pretty heated. How about we get really nasty now, Dashie?” she suggested in a very seductive tone.

“Now we’re talking, Pinks,” Rainbow replied at least as seductively while grinning widely.

By now, Blackwing was approaching his end. He lost just too much blood and suffered too much pain to make it much longer. He couldn’t even perceive what was going on that well anymore. He was just drowning in neverending pain.

Still, these two fillies kept pulling every thinkable trick to make him stay witness to what was happening for as long as possible. Nothing more but single pictures kept popping in his vision anymore. He saw Pinkie remove the pot and take out the blood soaked rodent from the bleeding hole in his guts. He saw Rainbow sucking the blood out of one of his wounds. He saw them kissing, biting off pieces of flesh from his front legs, sucking the juices out of his destroyed eye…

Just when he was about to pass out for good, he saw Pinkie holding a huge cleaver at his neck. With a single chop, his head rolled to the ground and everything finally became black a few seconds later.

“He was pretty tasty, though,” Rainbow commented.

“Yeah. But this all sure was batty,” Pinkie stated with a laughing snort.