Cupcake Factory

by Nero Darkard

Rating: mature
Tags: Pinkie Pie, Crossover, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Other, Romance, Rainbow Dash, Comedy
Length: 33630

Cupcakes + Rainbow Factory. Black Humor, gruesome comedy. Dare to try it?

In a seemingly harmless world, two seemingly equally harmless young mares use their sinister professions to earn their daily bits and protect their friends from any fiend trying to harm them, often completely overdoing it.

Join Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash on their quest to open a company to produce pastry on a large scale. The ingredients as well are just as special as this strange duo.

Or to put it in the words of Jake from Adventure Time: "Girl, you smell good. Did you take a bath in rainbows and cupcakes?"

Published 2013-12-22 18:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2014-05-25 17:15:51 UTC

Every story has a beginning

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.

Super Squeezed

“Let Flim and Flam come back and try to reclaim Sweet Apple Acres!” -Nero Darkard

Cupcake Factory

By Nero Darkard (aka. NeroTheDarklord)

Chapter 2: Super Squeezed

Sweet Apple Acres was especially nice looking today. Or perhaps it was just the cider. After all, Pinkie and Rainbow were both having a drinking contest and passed their tenth mug.

“Y’know, Pinks. I reeelly wun’t hav’ thought we two would end up fittin’ t’gethr like dis,” Rainbow babbled.

“I knoooooooow, right? All those years, I stole the cider away from you on purpose. *hic* Just to… pisssss you off. And nao-” Pinkie replied.

“Wai-wai-wait dere a momnt. Did yu just say you did that on prpus?” Rainbow questioned.

“Yeah, kinda. But let’s *hic* forget about that for now. This stuff is toooooooo goooooood this year,” the pink mare suggested and finished off another mug. “Your turn, Dashie.”

With her head feeling like it weighed a hundred pounds, Rainbow Dash found it impossible to lift it from the table. So instead, she just reached out to the next mug, grabbing it and pulling it to her mouth. But as she tried to drink, nothing but a single drop of sweet, sweet cider hit her tongue.

“Hey! What’s that nao? Where’s de cider gone to? AJ! Hey, AJ! Gimme one more round!” the drunk athlete protested.

Applejack was just a few steps away from them. She sighed as she turned to the sight presented to her. Pinkie was laying on the table, her head hanging down in the air, while Rainbow’s body was laying flat on the ground with her head still laying sideways on the wooden construct. Both were surrounded by dozens of empty cider mugs.

“Sugarcubes. As much as Ah like the extra money I get from servin’ ya two, Ah really think yer both had enough,” Applejack spoke in concern.

“I’ll tell yu sun enuf when I had enuf, ‘kay?” Rainbow kept on protesting.

“Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaah... And besides, just look at Berry Punch over there! How many mugs did she have so far? Ffffffff… fifty?” Pinkie joined in.

“Ya two perfectly well know that she’s got an alcohol problem and if you keep this up, y’all just end up like her,” Applejack tried to reason.

“If y’know abut her alclhl pr…. pr… prblms… Why do you evn serve her in d’first ples? Jzzt look at’er! She’s esly drunk enough t’kill a hors,” the drunken athlete kept on babbling.

“Horse pun? Really, Rainbow?” Applejack commented, followed by a sigh. “Well, who am Ah to chase away mah most loyal customer. Her problems give me and the farm money, so that’s that. However, Ah won’t take responsibility for yer two. So that’s it. No more cider for you today.”

“Oh c’mon, AJ! Jst one more! Just a… sngl… mug…” Rainbow started, unable to finish.

Suddenly, both Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie fell asleep. Another reason for Applejack to shake her head. These two. Sheesh. Its always the same every cider season.

“Well, where do Ah put yer two now…” the orange mare wondered.

As soon as she thought that, Big Macintosh appeared out of nowhere.

“What shall we do with the drunken fillies. What shall we do with the drunken fillies. What shall we do with the drunken fillies, early in the morning,” he started singing, causing Applejack’s eyes to narrow and gain a serious look.

“Keep yer pants on, big brother,” she threatened.

“Not wearin’ any,” BigMac replied with a sly smirk, only to get it slapped out of his face by his sister a second later.

A few hours later, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie woke up with pounding heads. Applejack was screaming so loudly.

“We are at her barn again…” Rainbow commented.

“Doesn’t surprise me after we drank that much. But, ugh… can she please stop shouting? I’m not ready to party, yet. Stupid hangovers...” Pinkie mumbled.

“Why is she screaming anyway? I’m gonna check it out,” the light blue mare decided.

As she stepped out of the hay and opened the barn door, her confusion only increased. She saw Applejack arguing with two stallions. Aren’t those Flim and Flam? Those friendship-and-cider-ruining jerks? And what’s that machine they have with them? It didn’t look like this cider squeezer thing they showed up with last time. It was much bigger and colored in white and orange.

Just moments later, the two arguing parties turned around and went different directions. While Flim and Flam started to remove the wheels from their machine and built it up, Applejack just stomped in her house in fury.

“Pinks. I think we have a problem,” Rainbow spoke.

It was already night-time when the two friends left the house again and slowly went back to Ponyville. The machine Flim and Flam brought was fully erected by now. A small, fully automated factory as they learned by now. The Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 7000.

“This is horse apples, Pinks. They may have won the bet years ago, but they ran off! How can it be that they still have the right to reclaim Sweet Apple Acres?” Rainbow Dash wondered in anger.

“Well, think about it the other way! This thing clearly improved! It won’t produce poor quality cider anymore and is even much more efficient! We will get more cider than ever before!” Pinkie tried to cheer up.

“How come you aren’t angry that Applejack loses her farm? Oh, let me guess. Her number came up, right?” Rainbow figured.

“Yupsie daisy! Oh, I can’t wait! I have been looking forward to bake a literal apple pie for ages!” the pink mare replied, bouncing in excitement.

“Hm… That does sound good and all... But I’m not sure…” the athletic mare commented.

“What do you mean, Dashie? My numbering system is never wrong! Nopony will find out!” Pinkie explained.

“Well, that’s not fully true. It did fail on me, remember? And if you and I are… unusual… don’t you think there is a chance one of the others might turn out to be just the same?” Rainbow wondered.

“Hmmm… I never thought about it that way. Then again, I never tried to kill one of my close friends before you. What do you think we should do, Dashie?” the pink mare asked back.

“They are still our friends, so we shouldn’t just give them up that easily. Just for the vague chance, we should protect them. Who knows how things might turn out,” the light blue mare suggested.

For a moment, it became silent while they passed by the huge machine which was threatening to ruin one of their friends’ life. Pinkie’s eyes were glued to it while they walked. Suddenly, she stopped and a huge grin grew on her face.

“In that case, I have a pretty fun idea. Tomorrow is the grand opening and all of Ponyville will be there to see how this thing works, right?” she asked.

“Yeah. So what?” Rainbow wondered.

“How about we check this thing out for the rest of the night? Turning a little screw here, moving a magical device there,” the party pony spoke, her head slowly turning over to her friend with a crazy grin on her face. “It would be pretty funny if that machine would end up sucking in something entirely different to apples, wouldn’t it?”

At first, Rainbow’s face showed only stun. But then, she gained a sly smirk herself.

“Oh Pinkie, you nasty, nasty pony. I’m really starting to love this side of you,” she commented.

The next day, early in the morning, next to all ponies in Ponyville gathered up at Sweet Apple Acres. Even the mayor had come to give a speech in honor of this day Ponyville would step up in technological advancement. Everypony seemed to be sold on the idea of having a cider factory nearby.

Flim and Flam were as cocky as ever. They throned on their apparatus, already dreaming of all the money they will make. Their eyes jumped over to the Apple family every once in a while, looking down on them in disgust while they were returned the same exact glances. Little did they all know that Pinkie and Rainbow were hiding in the crowd, giggling in anticipation and hoof bumping.

“So without further ado, I give the word to our new factory owners: Mister Flim and Mister Flam!” the mayor finished and stepped aside of the podium.

The sales ponies jumped up and stepped on the wooden stage for one final speech.

“Fillies and gentlecolts! Today is a glorious day for Ponyville! Never will you have to suffer the dreadful lack of cider again! For the Flim Flam Brothers bring you the ultimate salvation to your dry, cider-craving throats!” Flim started.

“Are you ready to begin a new era of never ending cider?” Flam asked the crowd.

Loud cheering came forth as a response.

“Then let’s begin!” both brothers shouted at once.

They turned around and hit two antennas with their magic beams. Instantly, the machine roared to life. A long trunk extended and started to move all over the orchard, causing the crowd to cheer even louder.

But something peculiar happened. Not a single apple was sucked it. The machine just scanned tree after tree without finding anything good enough to be pushed between its gears. Finally, the trunk moved back towards Flim and Flam.

The two brothers looked baffled as they saw the trunk stop right above them. Then, their eyes shot wide open and their pupils shrank to small dots while they gained rather ridiculous expressions as they were sucked up.

The crowd gasped in shock, seeing as these two quickly traveled inside their own creation. The moment they reached the massive machine, it started making much heavier noises. Loud crunching and gear screeching could be heard while the glass cylinders filled with blood.

The crowd started screaming in horror. Some ponies started throwing up in disgust. Others ran away in panic. But most just stood there, paralyzed from the sight.

The Super Speedy Cider Squeezy 7000 clearly was not made to crush bones. The noises coming from inside the machine rapidly became heavier and heavier, accompanied by metallic breaking sounds. After just ten seconds, the whole machine shut down, smoking out of every gap. Another second later, it placed down a large barrel and a well drained mushy pile of flesh, bones and fur next to it.

Silence filled the orchard. All ponies had their eyes and mouths wide open. The mayor was no different. But after a few seconds, she adjusted her tie and stepped in front of the podium again.

“Well… That did not go as anticipated,” she started. “I guess we should all… go home now.”

Slowly, the traumatized ponies went back home, still having those shocked expressions frozen on their faces. Only Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash remained standing still, faking their shock. Their eyes constantly jumped around and as even the Apple family had returned to their house, they both suddenly bursted out in laughter.

“No. No that really didn’t go as anticipated. This was much better! Absolutely hilarious!” Rainbow commented.

“Yeah! Look! Come over here, Dashie” Pinkie Pie requested while walking towards the mushed up pile of brothers. “‘Well lookie here, brother of mine! We have become one!’”

“Pfffffffff! Good one, Pinks!” Rainbow commented while laughing. “I guess they barrel-ly made it!”

That was too much for Pinkie Pie. She just fell on her back, wiggling her legs into the air while laughing her heart out.

“Oh! Oh, Dash! You are the bomb! Oh no, my stomach!” she spoke.

It took them over two minutes to calm down again. Then, they decided to open the barrel. It was filled to the rim with well filtered, high quality pony blood. Surprising if you consider that the whole machine broke down while trying to squeeze the two brothers to death. Suddenly, Pinkie’s and Rainbow’s eyes jumped to each other.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Dash wondered.

“I sure hope so!” the pink mare replied, grabbing a mug, dipping it into the blood and downing its content all at once. “One!”

Immediately, Rainbow Dash picked up a mug as well, filling it up with blood and drinking it. “One!”

Now Pinkie filled up her mug and emptied it again. “Two!”

Rainbow followed as soon as her friend was done. “Two!”

Good Little Chrissy

“A changeling kidnaps and replaces one of the main characters.” -Nightmare Gun
“I say we have.... a changeling stroll through town.” -Twilight Mercer

Cupcake Factory

By Nero Darkard (aka. NeroTheDarklord)

Chapter 3: Good Little Chrissy

“How is it going up there, Dashie?” Pinkie wondered.

“Just one more screw!” the pegasus mare responded with a wrench in her mouth. “Aaaaaaaaaand… done! Okay, Pinks! Let’s see if it works this time!”

“Okey-dokey-lokey!” the pink mare replied.

After pushing a few buttons and pulling on a lever, the machine slowly started to wake up again. After it completed a full cycle without shutting down, the two mares cheered.

“Finally! Man, getting that thing clean and working again was one heck of an effort!” Dash commented.

“I have no idea how you did-done-dood it! That thing is so complicated, it makes my head hurt!” Pinkie replied.

“Hah! That’s nothing!” Rainbow spoke, hovering midair with a cocky expression and holding the wrench in her crossed front legs. “You should have a look at pegasus technology! This thing is a joke compared to what we can do! Or well, not anymore now with my upgrades! But what I don’t get is how you managed to get this entire machine from Sweet Apple Acres all the way to the other side of Ponyville on this desolate hill. All by yourself and without anypony noticing it on top of that!”

“Oh, the things that happen between the chapters…” the party pony spoke casually with a shrug.

Rainbow once more found herself staring at Pinkie, blinking a few times in confusion. But then, she started giggling.

“Ah, Pinks. You’re so random,” the athletic mare responded.

Pinkie just giggled along. The moment Rainbow turned back around to check up the machine once more, Pinkie focused the reader.

“Don’t worry. She will get it soon enough,” she whispered.

Without having any ingredients to work with, the machine shut itself down again after its second cycle. Everything seemed to work just fine, so Rainbow could finally come down to the ground again.

“Alright. Now, let’s get the ingredients,” Dash suggested.

Both were about to leave when they noticed one of their friends approaching them from behind.

“Oh hey, Fluttershy!” Pinkie greeted.

“Hello,” the yellow mare greeted back. “Um… what are you two doing with that thing… if you don’t mind me asking…”

“Since nopony wants to deal with that machine anymore aside of us, Pinks convinced me into helping her turn it from a cider factory into a cupcake factory. Wasn’t easy, but I think we did it,” Rainbow Dash explained.

“That’s… nice…” Fluttershy replied.

“Yeah! We are just about to have our first test run! Come on, Shy! Let’s get the ingredients! We will need sugar, flour, eggs, hot sauce…” the party mare started.

“Pinkie Pie… I already told you. Not all ponies like their cupcakes with hot sauce,” Rainbow protested mildly.

“But they are just half the fun without hot sauce! Right, Fluttershy?” Pinkie asked.

“I… um… I… well…” the pegasus mare stuttered, getting more and more nervous. “I… I have to go.”

Without even giving a proper response, Fluttershy started running away. This only caused Rainbow Dash to sigh.

“Gosh, am I glad she wasn’t there at the apple orchard if just answering a question makes her freak out,” she spoke in frustration.

“Ah, let Fluttershy be Fluttershy. We should start thinking of somepony to shove in for our first try anyway,” Pinkie recommended.

“Alright. Hey, aren’t there a lot of bad OC ponies in the orphanage nopony wants to adopt? I don’t think anypony will miss two or three,” Dash suggested.

“Good idea! To the orphanage!” the pink mare spoke, starting to bounce away while singing. “My name is Pinkie Pie. And I am here to say. I’m gonna adopt aaaaall of you, to turn you into cuuuuupcakes! It doesn’t matter now. If you resist or scream. ‘Cause with the power of myyy machine, all that remains is blood and steam!”

Good thing nopony was there to hear her.

Laughter filled the cottage. The animals shivered in fear at the sight of this giant changeling, holding Angel Bunny aloft by magic. He struggled fiercely and tried to kick her. But what he does not seem to realize is that he is a useless, selfish little bastard nopony likes.

“Keep him safe, my children!” Chrysalis ordered to her minions. “We might need him as an additional hostage.”

“Hisssss!” the changelings replied.

“Ah! This is brilliant! Brilliant! I am a genius! Abducting Fluttershy and taking over her place to infiltrate the ponies is even better than replacing Princess Cadence and infiltrating the royal family while also sending them a threat letter, warning them of being infiltrated!” the changeling queen kept speaking. “Actually, that wasn’t such a smart idea of me…”

“Hisssss!”

“Whatever! Everypony loves Fluttershy! They will not be able to resist my requests of taking me everywhere!”

“Hisssss!”

“By the end of today, I will have Princess Twilight Sparkle in my hooves! … Wait a moment… Are those even hooves? Do changelings have hooves?”

“Hisssss!”

“And do you guys actually say anything else than hissing?”

“Hisssss!”

“Ugh… I need to focus more on breeding intelligent minions… Now, get going! I can hear her coming!” Chrysalis ordered.

The changelings immediately picked up Angel and ran through the backdoor. Chrysalis swiftly took over the form of Fluttershy’s favorite pet. Then, the yellow mare came rushing in.

Fluttershy locked the door behind her after she came storming in. She kept on pressing herself against the door for a few moments before she calmed down again. One more deep breath and she started smiling again.

“Hello, Angel! Mama is home!” she started.

Before Chrysalis could even begin to wonder what was going on, she found herself being picked up and tightly pressed against the yellow mare’s chest.

“Oh, these ponies are putting so much pressure on me. But don’t worry, Angel. Shhh, shhh. Mama is here. Mama is fine. Everything is fine. I’m alright. Come on, Angel! Let’s have a tea party! I have a new pretty dress I think you will look just wonderful in!” Fluttershy spoke hastily.

This quickly started to become uncomfortable. In the form of a small bunny, Chrysalis could hardly fight back. She couldn’t even follow what was going on and before she knew, she found herself wrapped in a pink dress with frills and laces.

“Oh, Angel! You look soooo cute! Here! Have a cup of tea!” the pegasus mare spoke, pouring imaginary tea into a toy cup. “Let’s just start where we left off last time. Ahem. But Miss Winterbutton! You can’t possibly be serious! What if your husband finds out you are working for the pony mafia?”

Just what the heck was happening right now? The disguised changeling queen could just sit there with a baffled expression.

“Putting concrete on the ponies hooves and dropping them into the ocean? That is so old-fashioned, Miss Winterbutton. Doesn’t the pony mafia prefer to drop ponies from airships these days? It is a whole lot more terrifying! And don’t you worry about the pegasus ponies! You can just tie up their wings!” Fluttershy kept going.

Chrysalis tried to listen, but this was just too freaky, even for her. Out of confusion, she used her little bunny paws to pick up the cup and tried to drink out of it while continuously staring at Fluttershy, only to realize moments later that the cup was empty.

“Oh dear. I think the tea must have been poisoned! Don’t worry, Angel! It’s straight to bed with you! Don’t be afraid! Mama is going to take care of you,” the yellow mare spoke, then swiftly picked up the fake bunny and rocked it in her front legs. “Hush now, quiet now. It’s time to lay your sleepy head.”

This pegasus must have some real mental issues, Chrysalis started thinking. She had had enough. In a blaze of green fire, she transformed back into her large, insectoid self.

Fluttershy was dumbstruck for a moment, as she held the now undisguised and much bigger changeling queen in her front legs, wearing a tiny torn pink dress. But after the forces of gravity ultimately caused Fluttershy to fall over, she let out a shriek.

Chrysalis silenced her immediately. With a swift spell, Fluttershy became wrapped in a slimy green cocoon. Then, she gave her changelings a signal to come back inside.

“Wait a minute. Wouldn’t it have made more sense to just tackle her the moment she came in?” Chrysalis asked herself while rubbing her chin. “Oh well. It worked. Anyway, my fellow changelings! Go hide her along with the bunny! Take good care of our hostages!”

“Hissss!”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. Now go!”

Just ten minutes later, Chrysalis arrived in Ponyville, disguised as Fluttershy. She had to suppress a wicked laughter over her own ingenuity. All she needed to do was finding any of Fluttershy’s friends and she would be as good as in charge of Equestria again! Did she think this plan through properly? Most likely not. But it would have to do. She was just too convinced of herself.

While she walked through the town, she kept greeting everypony she met. Though all she was returned were angry glances. Finally, she spotted one of Fluttershy’s friends. That orange mare with the hat.

“Hello!” she greeted.

As Applejack turned around, she first had a surprised expression. But then, it quickly became replaced with a frustrated one.

“Ya must be outta your mind to just walk up on me like that. Do ya have the money?” the orange mare wondered.

“Um… money?” Chrysalis replied.

Instantly, Applejack’s expression became furious. Before Chrysalis could react, she became punched in the face, hard enough to knock her over.

“Ah want mah money, Fluttershy. Ya better get it soon, or else…!” Applejack threatened, then just walked away.

Chrysalis was so baffled, she kept on lying on the ground for several seconds more. But as she lifted her head, she saw two sets of hooves offering her help. One light blue, the other pink.

“Not very smart of you to try and talk with her just like that,” Rainbow Dash spoke.

“Totally not! You should know that she would be grumpy after you promised her payment for all the apple cocaine you asked of her,” Pinkie agreed.

“Wait a minute… apple cocaine?” Chrysalis wondered in confusion.

“Don’t ask me how she makes that stuff out of apples. But it explains that funky smell in her kitchen,” Rainbow stated.

Cocaine made from apples… This certainly would clarify why that pegasus pony behaved so strangely, Chrysalis thought.

“Aren’t you usually home at this hour, feeding your pets?” Pinkie wondered.

“Oh, um. I’m done with that,” Chrysalis replied.

“Already? It usually takes you hours!” Rainbow wondered with a suspicion filled expression.

“W-well it went by quicker today! So, um, how about we meet up with Twilight Sparkle?” the fake Fluttershy suggested.

“We already told you that we have plans today. But if you want to meet Twilight, you know where to find her,” Rainbow explained.

Well, no. Chrysalis did not know that Twilight Sparkle was still in charge for the library in Ponyville and asking back would only arouse a lot of suspicion. She just had to wander off on her own in attempt to find her.

“Well, okay. Goodbye, girls,” the yellow mare spoke and left.

Both Pinkie and Rainbow focused her until she was gone. Then, they both looked at each other with confused faces.

“Something is strange about her all the sudden,” Rainbow commented.

“Maybe she got high again!” Pinkie replied.

“No. That’s not it. Well, let us get these poorly designed ponies. We will check on her later,” Rainbow suggested.

Chrysalis reached the market. Surely, Twilight Sparkle had to be around here somewhere and with all these overly cute, friendly and helpful ponies around, finding her would be a piece of cake! Thinking that, she went up to the next best stand to start asking around.

“Excuse me, but-”

“What do you want here? Get lost, you vermin lover!” the stallion shouted.

Chrysalis was about to get upset. But then she thought that this would not suit Fluttershy’s character and just went on to the next stand.

“Pardon me, but-”

“Which part of ‘banned from my stand’ do you not understand, you freak? Bugger off!” the mare behind the stand shouted.

This really infuriated Chrysalis. Something was definitely wrong with these ponies. How could they be so rude to a pony as ridiculously adorable as Fluttershy? Chrysalis started to remember why she hated ponies so much. Not that she would defend Fluttershy in any way, of course.

As she kept wandering across the market, more and more ponies began to focus her in fury. It was now that something really unexpected started to happen. The ponies around her began reaching out their front legs to make her trip or threw rotten vegetables at her. Finally, she tumbled into a group of young mares.

“Can’t you watch where you are going? Look what you have done to my new dress!” one of the mares shouted, pointing at a non-existent spot of dirt on her outfit.

“Oh I’m sorry! It’s just that-” Chrysalis started in an upset tone.

“Are you just talking back to her? Seriously? Seems like we need to teach you another lesson in manners!” another mare spoke angrily.

Before Chrysalis could talk back, she suddenly had a can of pepper spray in front of her face. Completely unprepared, the orange mist hit her eyeballs, nose and open mouth, causing her to instantly collapse, screaming in pain and tearing up.

“There you go! Now go back to your cottage and get mounted by a bear or something,” a third mare spoke.

While Chrysalis rolled around on the floor in pain, looking desperately for anypony to help her get back up, all she could hear around her was laughing. It took nearly ten minutes before she could somewhat open her eyes again.

The disguised changeling queen kept on going. She was deeply hurt and confused by now. Something just didn’t add up. Weren’t ponies supposed to be known for being extremely social? Then why would they do that? Or was this just how ponies act among one another? If so, Chrysalis was really glad to truly be a changeling, and not a pony. But that damn pepper spray. It hurt so much, it clouded her mind. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to take revenge on these ponies now, as she found herself unable to even break her disguise.

Chrysalis kept on walking slowly from street to street, still searching for Twilight Sparkle, even though she could hardly open her eyes. After she blinked once more, she suddenly saw a group of three stallions in front of her, grinning sinisterly.

“Well look who was dumb enough to come into our territory again!” the middle one spoke.

“W-what do you want?” Chrysalis spoke carefully.

“Did we tell you to speak?” the right stallion spoke, stepping in front of Chrysalis and punching her.

First, she got a blow straight on her nose, causing it to break and starting to bleed. Then another in the stomach, causing her to collapse again. As she lay on the ground, the three stallions surrounded her, repeatedly kicking the false Fluttershy and causing her to cry in pain and desperation. Suddenly, they stopped.

“Alright, guys. That’s enough. We still want her to be conscious after all. I’ll go first,” one of the stallions spoke.

The other two just chuckled, picking up Chrysalis and putting her back on her four legs. Then, one pinned down her head and front legs while the other forced her back legs apart. Chrysalis started to panic, but she just couldn’t fight back.

“This must be the first time you get mounted by something else than an animal in ages,” the first stallion spoke in a sinister tone.

It was already dark when the still disguised changeling queen slowly limped back to Fluttershy’s cottage. Her head was hanging low and she kept crying the whole time on the way back. Various liquids covered her coat, like blood, spit and certain other fluids which I as the author refuse to describe furtherly. As she finally arrived at the cottage door and opened it, her children were staring at her with very worried faces and hissed quietly.

“Get lost! Get out of here! Just leave me alone! All of you!” she shouted.

The changelings obeyed immediately. With a sense of panic, they fled out of the cottage, flying away in every direction.

Chrysalis was broken. She completely forgot what she originally set out to do. All she cared about now was retreating in the furthest corner she could think of, away from any eyes. But this cottage was full of animals, which all still stared at her.

The changeling queen looked all around, but could find no place free from animals. Then she spotted a shed outside. If there was any place she could retreat to, then it would be this one. So she stepped outside again, used the bit of magic she had regained access to to unlock the chains which held the door closed and stepped inside.

After Chrysalis closed and sealed the door behind her again, she turned on the lights. Instantly, her traumatized crying became replaced by an expression of utter shock. There was blood everywhere! Torn open animal carcasses were nailed to the walls, animal brains were stacked in a corner and whole buckets of blood where just standing around all over the place!

This finally was enough terror for the changeling queen to lose her disguise. She tried to turn around and run away again. It was now that she realized she just locked herself in this shed with no way out again.

Chrysalis panicked. She pounded repeatedly against the door as hard as she could. But all she caused with that was to let an animal carcass drop from the wall and land right on her back. This freaked her out so much, she started screaming and running around aimlessly, knocking over one bucket of blood after the other. Needless to say, this made the ground slippery and she ultimately fell head first into the pile of rotting brains.

Her own brain became overloaded with all the experiences she made today. As she desperately tried to get up and out of the mushed organs and blood again, she fell over repeatedly and ended up coating herself completely in blood. Now, all she could do anymore was sit. Sit in place and laugh like a maniac.

A few hours later, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie broke open the door to the shed. Their expressions, at first extremely angry, instantly switched to stunned ones. The sight in there was something they definitely did not anticipate.

Surrounded by carcasses and covered in blood, there sat the changeling queen Chrysalis. She hardly reacted at first, but after she slowly turned her head around to Pinkie and Rainbow, she started to grin, sticking out her tongue and panting. Then, she even began to bark like a dog.

“Um…” was all Rainbow Dash could say.

“What the hay is going on here?” Pinkie wondered.

“Beats me, Pinks. But I guess you were right. There really are changelings around here,” Dash answered.

Both mares just kept staring at the blood-soaked changeling queen who had a brain impaled on her horn for a while longer. Then, Chrysalis started throwing a playful pose and wagged her tail. Whatever happened in here, it must have broken her mind completely.

“Well… what do we do now? Like this, I don’t think it makes a whole lot of sense to ask her where she keeps the real Fluttershy,” Pinkie spoke.

Rainbow’s eyes wandered across the shed for a few moments. Then, she began to grin.

“Well, if we can’t treat her like an intelligent creature anymore, perhaps we can treat her like an animal!” she suggested.

“What do you mean, Dashie?” the pink mare wondered.

“If we really want to open up a whole factory that turns ponies into cupcakes, we will need a watchdog, right? Well, I can’t think of a better one than the changeling queen herself!” Rainbow explained.

“Hihihi! That is a brilliant idea!” Pinkie agreed, then turned back around to the demented changeling. “Chrissy! Hey, Chrissy! Come here, girl! Come here!”

Chrysalis barked happily and after sliding across the blood some more, she finally made it out and laid down in front of Pinkie Pie.

“Good girl! Good little Chrissy!” the party pony spoke cheerfully, starting to pet her. “Who’s a cute, brain-damaged changeling? Who’s a cute, brain-damaged changeling! You are! Yes, you are! Yes, you are!”

Chrysalis just kept wagging her tail happily, even going so far as to roll around on her back and barking some more. This sight made Rainbow Dash chuckle.

“Hey Chrissy! Where is Fluttershy? Go search Fluttershy! Go Chrissy!” she ordered in a playful tone.

Chrysalis immediately got up, barked happily and started sniffing the ground like a rescue dog tracking down a lost pony.

Another hour later, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, their new pet changeling queen, Angel and Fluttershy returned to the cottage. After all that happened so far, the yellow mare did not even bother to question why Chrysalis was suddenly behaving so strangely.

“Well, um… thanks for rescuing me, girls! Good night!” Fluttershy spoke, about to leave.

“Not so fast, buddy,” Rainbow Dash spoke, blocking the yellow mare in her way.

“W… What is it, Rainbow Dash?” Fluttershy wondered nervously.

Both Dash and Pinkie reached out their front legs, aiming at open shed.

“We know your little secret,” Pinkie spoke slowly in a sinister tone.

Fluttershy did not reply or move for a few seconds. She hardly even had any expression on her face. Then, she blinked a few times.

“Oh shit,” she spoke. Instantly, her two friends bursted out in laughter.

“By Celestia! Hearing such a line from you, of all ponies, is priceless!” Rainbow commented.

“So true, Dashie!” Pinkie agreed. “But don’t you worry your pretty little head, Fluttershy! We have a few secrets ourselves and I think it’s time to tell you about them! In fact, Dashie and I have a little offer for you!”

“Um… What kind of offer?” Fluttershy wondered.

“You like killing little animals, yes?” Pinkie asked with a wicked tone in her voice. “Letting out your feelings on creatures that can’t fight back? Well, that explains why you have them under control so well. But what if we gave you the chance to get payback on the same ponies that even brought you this far?”

Again, Fluttershy just stood there with hardly any expression. Rainbow Dash took this as an invitation to explain the situation.

“Well, Flutters. You see, that factory we are opening actually needs ponies as an ingredient. We still need somepony to do the dirty work for us. You know: Skinning, butchering, removing the bones and organs… You can even have them alive and tied down defenselessly while you prepare them for the machine! And to top it all off, we would even pay you for this! Finally some money to pay your debts with Applejack! What do you say? Do you take the job?” the athletic mare asked, reaching out her front leg.

Fluttershy stood there with wide open eyes and mouth for a moment. But then, her expression slipped into a sinister smile.

“You fucking betcha I take that job!” she replied, shaking Rainbow’s hoof.

“Hihi. You potty-mouth. You are gonna fit in perfectly!” Pinkie commented.

“Well, how about we celebrate this with a nice pig roast?” Fluttershy suggested.

“I’m in!” Rainbow agreed.

“So am I!” Pinkie spoke

“Then come on, girls!” the yellow mare invited, walking ahead towards the shed.

How to turn ponies into plummet

“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…”

Oh so batty

“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.

Pegasus for a day

“Scootaloo sews wings on Diamond Tiara's back to make her look like a pegasus, and have her take the flight exam.” -L Monotonicorm

Cupcake Factory

By Nero Darkard (aka. NeroTheDarklord)

Chapter 6: Pegasus for a day

The moment the school bell rang, most students came running out quickly. Not the Cutie Mark Crusaders, though. They carefully peeked outside, scanning the area.

“Do you see her anywhere, Applebloom?” Sweetie Belle asked quietly.

“Nope. Let’s just hope it stays that way,” Applebloom replied.

“Good gosh. When Silver Spoon is not around, Diamond Tiara is even more annoying,” Scootaloo commented.

“Guess she’s feelin’ incomplete without her pet. Darn Spoon. She’s even worse if ya ask me. Only teasing us because she’s imitatin’ Diamond,” Applebloom added.

“Well, let’s better get going before-” Scootaloo started and stepped out of the building, only to be instantly stopped by a pink earth pony filly, blocking her way. “Ah shit.”

“Oh. Swearing, are we? Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Oh, that’s right! You can’t! You don’t have one!” Diamond Tiara started.

“Shut da hay up, Tiara!” Applebloom shouted in defence of her friend, but only causing their nemesis to giggle shortly.

“Funny you are the one stepping up for her. You don’t have any parents either! No wonder you two get along so well,” the bully kept going.

“You are one awful pony, you know that? Who of us here is the low one for hiding and waiting just for us to show up?” Sweetie Belle stated.

“Why of course! Do you really think I volunteeringly give up my favorite free-time activity, bubblehead? I think all that cotton candy you call a mane is starting to sink through to your brain,” Diamond Tiara responded.

Sweetie Belle made a grimace of fury, but was stopped by Applebloom before she could say anything. With a short sigh, the yellow filly turned to her friends.

“It’s no use. Let’s just ignore her and go home,” Applebloom suggested.

“Hey! You can’t just walk away and ignore me! My dad is rich enough to buy up all of your homes at once and turn them into private playgrounds for me! Except of yours of course, Scootaloo. Must suck pretty bad to not even have a home,” Diamond Tiara shouted.

The three friends did not respond or even look at her anymore. As they walked past her, Diamond Tiara turned around to them to give a sly smirk.

“You know, that’s actually a pretty good idea! I think I’ll just go to Sweet Apple Acres and pay Applejack a visit. That pony does pretty much everything if the price is right!” she stated.

This caused Applebloom to instantly halt and turn around.

“Ya wouldn’t dare!” she shouted, waving her clenched front hoof at the pink filly.

“You better believe it! And I am sure that Rarity would instantly turn your room into a Sado Maso dungeon once I tell her how much you secretly love that stuff, Sweetie Belle!” Tiara kept going.

“Shut the fuck up, Diamond!” Sweetie shouted.

“Why? I would like to believe this stuff runs in the family! You must be so proud to have a whip-wielding slut as a big sister! The perfect role model to copy from!” Diamond Tiara kept mocking, hardly able to hold back a laughter anymore.

It seemed like she hit a nerve on Sweetie Belle. The young white unicorn suddenly became quiet and tears started gathering up in her eyes. That sight, though, only pushed Tiara over the edge and she busted out in a loud laughter.

Scootaloo finally had enough of this. With an angry glance, she stepped right in front of the pink filly and grabbed her by the neck, instantly causing Diamond Tiara to stop laughing.

“You have crossed the line one too many times now, Diamond Tiara,” Scootaloo threatened with a growl.

“Gah! Let go of me, you filthy scum!” Tiara shouted, freeing herself from the grip.

Both Applebloom and Sweetie Belle stared at their friend, unsure what to say or think. Even Diamond Tiara seemed stunned for a brief moment. But just as she realized she let her guard down, her cocky expression returned.

“You should be ashamed of yourself, Scootaloo. Touching other ponies like that with those dirty hooves! Go get a shower first! And just by the way: What do you think you can do against me? You can’t even fly! You are utterly useless! No wonder nopony wants to adopt you!” the pink filly kept on mocking.

“No. You know what’s really a shame? That you don’t get when enough is enough. This will have consequences now, you little bitch,” Scootaloo continued calmly.

“Ha ha! Yeah, whatever! See you later, losers!” Diamond Tiara spoke, then turned around and walked away casually.

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom kept staring at Scootaloo. There was a burning hatred in her eyes. Neither one of them had ever seen her this angry before. It was Applebloom who first decided to step next to her friend.

“Scoots? Ya okay?” she asked carefully.

“Yeah. I just really, really had enough of that little piece of shit,” the pegasus filly replied.

“You are not the only one… I can’t believe she just said all that!” Sweetie Belle added.

“This has to end. Once and for all,” Scootaloo stated, her glance getting sinister now.

“Um… Scootaloo? Are ya serious with what ya said? What are ya gonna do?” Applebloom wondered.

Finally, the orange filly turned around, giving her friends a devilish smile. This both confused and scared them a bit.

“Don’t worry. Just leave this one to me,” Scootaloo responded, her expression suddenly changing back to normal as something came to her. “By the way, did you guys just realize that she knew what SM is?”

Roughly an hour later, Rarity was scanning through her ‘toys’ in her bedroom. With a small blush on her cheeks and a perverted expression on her face, she fantasized about how she would use each piece on Rainbow Dash while she was helplessly tied up, dangling on a long rope from the ceiling. Suddenly, the door slammed open and Scootaloo came walking in with saddlebags on her back, causing Rarity to shriek a little and quickly hide her belongings back underneath her bed.

“Can’t a mare have some privacy?! How about you knock next time!” the white unicorn mare spoke in an upset tone.

“Don’t even try to hide it. It’s not like it would be a secret that you’re heavily into bondage,” Scootaloo replied.

“Eh… still. This isn’t really something for a little filly’s eyes,” Rarity explained, blushing lightly.

“These eyes have seen more than enough,” the pegasus filly stated, pointing at her eyes. “Anyway, I need your help with something.”

“Oh! Well why didn’t you say so! Let me guess: You want me to fix a dress? Well, don’t even bother with that! I can make you a completely new dress altogether!” the white mare offered.

“It’s not exactly a dress I’m looking for. I need you to help with these here,” Scootaloo replied, opening her saddlebags.

Rarity gasped in shock. This little filly just bluntly presented two small severed pink pegasus wings in front of her.

“What the…?! Scootaloo, sweetness! What have you done?! Where did you get these from?!” she shouted in disbelief.

“No worries. I didn’t do anything,” Scootaloo started, putting the wings back in her bag. “I just got my connections. Anyway, I need your sewing skills in order for this to work and since you are so much into kinky stuff, I’m sure you know a few spells to stop pain and do it secretly. The pony in question is called Diamond Tiara.”

“Is this some kind of really disturbing prank? Because I am certainly not the type of pony to partake in this particular pursuit!” Rarity wondered.

“Sort of,” the orange filly responded, shrugging her shoulders. “So, what’s it now? Are you going to help me?”

“I’m sorry, Scootaloo, but this is just far too extreme. I may be hurting ponies sometimes, but that is all to their agreement and they actually enjoy this. This doesn’t mean I would pull off such a nasty trick on somepony who has no idea what is happening, especially a filly!” the fashion diva rejected.

“I knew you would say that. Does this change your mind?” Scootaloo asked.

From her other saddlebag, she pulled out a small red gemstone. As soon as Rarity saw it, her eyes grew big in amazement.

“Is… Is that a rare, sanguine diamond? Are you serious right now?” she wondered.

“Yes and yes,” the orange filly replied proudly.

“Where in Equestria did you get all this?!” Rarity wanted to know.

“As said, I got my connections. So? What are you saying now?” Scootaloo wondered.

“Well, darling. This of course changes everything! For such a beautiful gem, I will give it all I got! Not even the doctors will see her stitches!” the fashion diva promised.

“Great! Just turn her into a pegasus pony tonight while she is asleep and the gem is yours,” the orange filly explained, putting down the bag containing the wings. Then she calmly turned around and left again.

A small golden bell rang. Diamond Tiara slowly opened her eyes and stretched her limbs. As she looked down on her blanket, she already became displeased.

“Randolph! Why are there no pancakes in front of me, yet?” she started shouting.

Just seconds later, her bedroom door opened and a butler entered, quickly carrying a tray. But before it could reach Diamond Tiara, Randolph suddenly stopped. With an expression of aghast, he let the tray fall to the floor.

“Seriously? You are fired,” the pink filly spoke angrily.

“Miss… Miss Tiara… Since when are you a pegasus?” Randolph stuttered.

“Did you take some of this apple cocain stuff, Randolph? What are you even talking about? I’m not a-” Diamond Tiara spoke, reaching to her back.

As her hoof touched a limb where there should be none, the pink filly became paralyzed for a moment. Slowly, she turned her head. Sure, there must be something wrong. This has to be a mistake.

Diamond Tiara was now looking directly at her brand new wings. She stared at them for a good ten seconds before she finally was able to process what she was seeing.

“What the fuck?!” she shouted, jumping straight out of her bed.

Diamond Tiara went into a state of panic. She just ran straight past her butler, down the stairs into the main hall, all the way over to her parents’ office. As she came busting through the door, her mother became so startled she fell right out of her chair.

“Diamond Tiara! What has gotten into-” she started before spotting her wings.

“Mom! Dad! Something is wrong with me! I’m suddenly a pegasus!” the pink filly shouted, still in blind panic.

“I… I can’t… Unbelievable…” Filthy Rich started, then turned around and gave his wife an angry look “So you were cheating on me back then after all!”

“Huh?” was all Tiara could say right now.

“What are you even talking about, Filthy?” Diamond’s nameless mother replied, getting back up from the floor.

“I just knew Diamond Tiara could not have been my biological daughter! She looks and acts nothing like me and this just proved it!” the brown stallion shouted.

“What?! Preposterous!” his wife responded in disbelief.

“So? Then how do you explain this? Nopony in my family ever was a pegasus! My name might be Filthy, but you are far more filthy than I am for betraying me like this! All you ever cared about was my money! That’s the only reason you even married me!” Filthy Rich kept shouting.

“This is ridiculous! Just because I buy a new car every month, use your credit card to pay for all of my jewelry and demand a walk-in closet exclusively for my horseshoes doesn’t mean-” the mother tried to counter.

“Don’t try to deny it! I see the kind of look you give to the mail pony! I bet he is her true father!” Diamond’s dad continued.

The fight between them became worse and worse with every second. Diamond Tiara even forgot about her own distress as she speechlessly watched her parents fight like never before. As if all this would not have been enough, Randolph suddenly entered, accompanied by two pegasus stallions in uniforms.

“Pegasus Diamond Tiara. You are coming with us. Now,” one of them ordered.

“W-why? What’s going on?” the pink filly asked.

“You are thirty minutes late for your flight exam. Skipping is not an option. Either you come with us right now, or we will take you under arrest,” the other stallion explained.

“Flight exam?! But I’m not truly a pegasus pony! I have no idea where these are coming from, I swear!” Diamond Tiara begged.

“Yeah, we hear that so often. ‘But someone stitched those wings on my back! I don’t even know how to use these!’... Just cut the act and come,” the first stallion stated.

“But I’m telling you the truth! If you make me do this, I’m, like, going to die!” the pink filly stated in fear.

“Ugh… they just never cooperate, do they…” the second stallion spoke, then grabbed Diamond Tiara and started dragging her out of the mansion.

“No! Let go of me! Mom! Dad! Moooom! Daaaaad! Help meeeeee!” she shouted.

Her words fell on deaf ears. Her parents were so deeply sunken in their fight, they didn’t even notice what was happening and instead started throwing vases at each other.

Diamond Tiara stood on a diving platform. Below her, hundreds of meters nothing but air and a few clouds. Above her, a complex obstacle course. To her left and right, three judges and several guards.

The pink filly was shaking all over. She had no idea why all this was happening or how she would get out of this. But one thing was clear. If she wouldn’t jump, they would make her. How was she even supposed to pass this test if she had never flown for a single minute throughout her life? She still had no feeling in her wings and zero control over them. This was suicide! Flat out suicide!

“Miss Diamond Tiara. We are waiting,” one of the judges shouted.

The filly started shaking even much more. What they asked of her was impossible! Once she jumped, she would be as good as dead!

“I can’t! I can’t do this! Why won’t anypony listen to me? I’m not a pegasus and I never took any flying classes! For the love of Celestia, let me out of here!” Diamond Tiara shouted in desperation, tears filling her eyes.

“It’s not our fault if you skipped all your flying classes. Today is your exam and if you fail, you will go where all the others went to,” another judge explained.

Diamond Tiara gulped again as her glance returned down. She just couldn’t understand how it could have come to all this. Finally, the judges sighed in frustration and one of the guards approached the filly from behind.

“We give you three more seconds to jump on your own,” the third stated.

“For the last time: I can’t fly!” Diamond Tiara shouted in overwhelming desperation.

Just as she finished, the guard pushed her over the edge. As the pink filly fell, she screamed her heart out. Everpony was watching and waiting. She got too low. Another guard rapidly flew down to catch her.

Diamond Tiara was hyperventilating and shaking out of control, fighting the urge to wet herself. Slowly, she came to realize that they saved her. That’s it! It’s over now! She failed, but she was still alive!

The filly was brought back to the platform, where she instantly collapsed on her haunches to recover. The judges, though, could only shake their heads in disappointment.

“Failure all along the line. Zero points. Take her away,” a judge spoke.

Immediately, several guards surrounded the filly, grabbing her and pulling her away.

“Hey! Where are we heading now? Let go of me! Let me go home!” Diamond Tiara complained before being shoved into a cage on a flying cart.

The little pink filly had been traveling for a while now. Since the cage was covered with a large piece of cloth, she had no idea where she was. The ponies also refused to respond to her questions and shouting. So Diamond Tiara just sat there, staring at the cage floor and hoping this would all be done soon.

Finally, the cloth was removed. Two pegasus ponies in black hazmat suits opened the cage. Before she could react, Diamond Tiara was pulled out and dragged across the metal floor.

“I can walk by myself, you know,” she complained.

Her words were ignored entirely. After a few seconds, they stopped again. A third pegasus in hazmat suit was standing ready with a sturdy rope, which she quickly tied around Diamond Tiara’s back legs.

“Hey! What are you doing!” she shouted.

Again, she was getting no response. As soon as they were done, the filly was hung upside down with the rope tied to a metal hook. This caused a lot of confusion and irritation to the little filly, which only became worse as the hook started to move inside of a large facility and she became turned around randomly.

As soon as she entered the complex, Diamond Tiara’s eyes shot wide open and her pupils shrunk to tiny black dots. She was by far not the only young pony hanging upside down from a metal hook. But unlike her, they were impaled with it through their hind legs, screaming and shaking in panic while their blood ran down their bodies in fine streams.

Diamond Tiara couldn’t help but start screaming herself. Her screams only became worse as she realized what else was going on. The hazmat suit wearing adult pegasi used various powered tools to mutilate and torture the young impaled ones in some sort of messed up pony-disassembling line. All around her, Diamond Tiara could hear scream of agony, breaking bones and tearing flesh. Blood was splashing all around, staining the whole factory in a dirty red.

The conveyor moved on, finally bringing Diamond Tiara to a different location than the others. As the hook finally stopped moving, she was hanging upside down in a small chamber.

“Help! Can anypony hear me! Help!” she shouted.

The pink filly kept on swinging and rotating for a while more with nopony giving any response. As she finally turned around on her hook, she spotted a familiar, upside down face.

“Scootaloo? Is that you?! Oh thank Celestia, you are here! Quick! Get me off!” Diamond Tiara requested.

Scootaloo just closed her eyes, shook her head slowly and smiled. Then she refocused the captive filly.

“Isn’t that funny? All you ever did to me and my friends was bullying us and now, you expect me to help you?” she asked.

“It… It wasn’t meant to be seriously! I just wanted to tease you! Come on! You can’t let me die here just because I said a few mean things to you and your friends!” Diamond Tiara pleaded.

“Yeah, yeah. But you know. I don’t think I can help you. I mean, I can’t fly. How am I supposed to get up there and cut you loose? I’m just a pathetic, homeless orphan loser after all, right?” the orange filly asked with a smirk on her face.

“Okay, okay! I get it! I’m sorry I said all those things! Just get me out of here!” Diamond replied.

“Say please,” Scootaloo insisted.

“P… P… Please…” the pink filly stuttered, as if this was the first time she ever used that word.

“There we go!” Scootaloo spoke and turned around.

After climbing on a chair and pushing a button, the hook slowly lowered Diamond Tiara to the floor, giving her the chance to undo the rope.

Just as she was able to stand freely again and turned back around to Scootaloo, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her left shoulder, causing her to scream. The orange pegasus filly just rammed some sort of pin into her body.

“What the hay is your problem?!” Diamond Tiara complained, about to remove the pin from her shoulder again.

“If I were you, I’d leave that in. This badge is your only chance to get out of here alive again, so you better not lose it,” Scootaloo explained.

Diamond Tiara slowly lowered her hoof again. With a grimace of pain, she limbed towards the door.

“Alright. Whatever. Let’s just get out of this nightmare factory! How are you here anyway and why can you walk around freely?” she wanted to know.

“Well. How to put this… I work here sometimes!” the orange filly stated bluntly.

“You what?! Are you crazy?!” Tiara shouted in shock.

“Maybe,” Scootaloo replied, shrugging and smiling. “Anyway. Follow me! I know the way out, but we have to go through the whole factory for that. Stay close to me and make sure all the workers see your pin, or they will slice you open right where you stand. Got it?”

The pink filly started shaking again. But with that needle in her shoulder, each movement was painful. Just how did she get into this mess? How did any of this make any sense? It was like somepony tossed her into a mix of the worst horror books she ever read in her father’s private library.

“G-got it…” Tiara replied.

So the two fillies set out on a journey across a metal bridge close to the ceiling of this seemingly endless hall of blood and steel. The screams of all those fillies and colts was deafening and the noisy power tools only made it even louder. The pink filly wished she could just close her eyes and cover her ears, but she had to make sure she stood closely behind Scootaloo. How did the flightless filly take all this so casually anyway? What kind of messed up thing must she be to just smile happily while all these things happened around her?

“Hey! Since we need to go all the way across anyway, how about I give you a tour?” Scootaloo offered.

“No! Forget it! The sooner I’m out of this, the better! I don’t need any commentary on what is going on!” Diamond Tiara denied quickly.

“What’s that? You want one? Great!” the orange filly spoke, mishearing her on purpose. “So over here, we have the entry line. Here we prepare the failed pegasi for the meat grinder.”

“I said I don’t want to hear any of this, you sick monster!” the pink filly shouted.

“Watch your pin, DT. It’s about to fall off,” Scootaloo stated casually.

It was now that Diamond Tiara realized how long the needle truly was. The whole pin stuck out for about half a hoof wide. She had no choice. Diamond Tiara pushed the pin back in her shoulder, causing her to yelp in pain.

“Good! Now this machine over here removes the feathers. Makes the whole grinding process much cleaner,” the orange filly continued explaining.

“Shut up! Just shut up! I don’t want to hear any of this anymore!” Diamond Tiara shouted.

“Well, you never shut up when we told you to, so why should I? Isn’t that what you taught us all along? That the one with more power is also the one holding all the rights? If you haven’t noticed, the pony in charge right now is me,” Scootaloo explained.

Diamond Tiara just pouted and continued walking, trying her best to block out both the noises around her, as well as Scootaloo’s detailed description of how this factory works. She tried her best not to think or let any of these impressions sink in, but she just couldn’t help it. She tried hard to think of other things, but was unable to distract herself. But then, something came clear to her.

“Wait a second! You said something about consequences yesterday! You set all this up! You somehow made me a pegasus, made me fail the exam and made me get brought here!” the pink filly shouted.

“Ding dong! Looks like we have a winner! Your price is: Looking like a complete idiot right now!” Scootaloo stated mockingly.

“You little bitch! Once I am out of here, you are so going to-” Diamond Tiara started.

Before she could finish her sentence, Scootaloo kicked backwards, hitting the pin in Tiara’s shoulder with full force. The pain was so great, she couldn’t even scream. Instead, she just collapsed in place, holding her bleeding shoulder and began to cry moments later. Then suddenly, Scootaloo grabbed her by the neck again and brought her face just in front of Diamond’s.

“Listen up, punk,” Scootaloo growled in a harsh tone. “This is not how we are going to play this game. Right now, I am the only thing that keeps you alive in here. If you start threatening me now, I will rethink my plan of guiding you outside. You got that?”

Finally, for the first time, Diamond Tiara found herself to be speechless. She could just whimper and nod in agreement.

Scootaloo let go of her. She just turned around and continued walking with the same pace as before, ignoring the fact that Diamond had problems to keep up now.

“Where was I? Ah! Of course! Now, we come to the heart of this whole facility! The grinder!” she continued explaining.

A few steps more and the bridge lead into a large hall with an almost equally large machine in its center. A humongous, heavily blood-stained meat grinder. A conveyor belt constantly provided it heavily disfigured, but still alive young pegasi. Only the fewest were lucky enough to pass out or die before they were tossed between the massive metal teeth of this machine.

Their death screams were even far worse than those Diamond Tiara had heard just before. She could just stand there and stare in shock, her mouth wide open. The mere thought to end up in this thing herself made her voluntarily press the pin in her shoulder as hard and deep as she could.

“Hey, Diamond! Step over here for a moment, okay?” Scootaloo called.

The pink filly instantly obeyed. After she went in position atop of a drain grate, Scootaloo just continued explaining. Something about extracting the colour out of the ponies to make rainbows. She didn’t really pay attention. Diamond Tiara was too busy fighting against her trauma.

Suddenly, a pipe opened just above Diamond Tiara. Within seconds, several dozen gallons of blood and mush were poured over the little filly. The force nailed her against the metal. She tried to scream, but that only caused her to nearly drown in the blood, as she quickly ran out of air. Finally the meat grinder was empty again and the pipe closed again.

“Well, well. Look at you, DT. Getting all wet from the impressions here. Dirty little slut,” Scootaloo mocked coldly.

The pink filly was coughing heavily while shaking in trauma. She couldn’t even speak anymore. For nearly a minute, she just sat in place, crying heavily.

“Are you coming now or what?” Scootaloo asked impatiently.

Slowly, Diamond Tiara got back on her hooves, again making sure the pin was stuck deep inside her shoulder. Carefully holding it while still making sure it could easily be seen, she just continued limping, trying her best to stay closely behind Scootaloo. The tour continued for nearly ten more minutes before they finally reached the employee showers.

“Go have a wash. You stink,” Scootaloo ordered.

Once more, the pink filly obeyed. She limped inside and was just unbelievably happy to feel warm water clean off the blood from her fur. The other workers in the shower didn’t even seem to care about her. Such things seemed to be happening on a regular basis.

Still dripping wet, Diamond Tiara met Scootaloo on the other end. Finally, they reached an airlock to the outside. In there, Scootaloo removed the string which kept the wings tied to Diamond Tiara’s back. She hardly even reacted to this, even though she now knew that this was all just a trick.

In one swift movement, Scootaloo pulled the pin out of Diamond’s shoulder, causing her to cringe again. The pin was long, but rather thin. She was barely bleeding at all and the wound would heal up quickly, leaving behind no visible mark.

“I guess I don’t need to tell you to keep your mouth shut about everything,” Scootaloo stated.

Again, Diamond Tiara was unable to respond. As soon as the airlock opened to the other end, she ran out into her freedom.

For over two weeks, Diamond Tiara was missing at school. After she finally returned, she was acting like always. Everypony was her target for bullying. Everypony but three little fillies.

During their lunch break, the Cutie Mark Crusaders were playing ball on the schoolyard. In the corner of her eye, Sweetie Belle saw Silver Spoon approaching them, closely followed by Diamond Tiara. She instantly gave her two other friends a warning signal.

“There we go again…” Applebloom spoke, already annoyed.

But then, something completely contrary to their expectations happened. When Diamond Tiara finally noticed where Silver Spoon was going, her eyes went wide open in shock. The pink filly instantly stopped her friend, causing her to look at Diamond Tiara in confusion. Diamond wildly shook her head, then turned around and quickly walked away. Silver Spoon was clearly perplexed, but followed her friend just moments later.

“What the…” Applebloom spoke speechlessly.

She and Sweetie Belle could hear Scootaloo giggle in the background. They now realized that she must have pulled off her plan of revenge on her.

“What did you do to her?!” Sweetie Belle wanted to know.

“Ah, not so important. The only thing that matters is that she and Silver Spoon will never bother us ever again. And they of course will never trash-talk about you and your sister again, Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo responded.

“I… I wouldn’t go so far as to call it trash-talking…” Sweetie Belle stated.

“Huh? What do ya mean? Ya were so shocked when she was talkin’ ‘bout you copyin’ Rarity!” Applebloom wondered.

“Well… the thing is…” Sweetie Belle started, blushing a bit. “The reason why I was so shocked is… because she was absolutely right.”

Let's play a game

“Oh, oh my... Derpy Hooves, lets kill her or make her crazy.” -SomeGuyCamping
“I do have this feeling Derpy is secretly behind it all, she bucked everything, and is planning to take over the world.” -Pop chatters
“Trixie comes, and fucks up the whole town with the alicorn amulet, so Rainbow and Pinkie make a game out of it to see who can kill her first.” -ApplePie Lord
“Can't poor little trixie the worthless and loveless join the factory crew? Or art she destined to a fate most cruel?” -Xaerouzle

Cupcake Factory

By Nero Darkard (aka. NeroTheDarklord)

Chapter 7: Let’s play a game

It felt like Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie were stuck in this elevator for ages now. At first, they thought it would be fun to tease the security guards by making out right in front of the camera, but even that turned boring after a while.

“Geeze! How much deeper is this going?!” Rainbow finally complained.

“Just a bit more, Dashie. The big boss doesn’t want any uninvited guests to find her secret lair that easily,” Pinkie responded.

“What’s with all those supervillains having a top secret lair? And this one is at the bottom of the ocean, too! Can it get any more cliché than this?” Dash wondered, rolling her eyes.

“Well, with Celestia being able to see everything where the sun can reach, she needs to make sure this stays hidden from her. What I’m way more curious about is why she wants to see us now,” the pink mare stated.

Bing!

“We are about to find out,” Rainbow replied.

A second later, the elevator door opened to a massive hall of metal and armoured glass, displaying the ocean behind it. Countless ponies in uniforms were walking around, transporting missiles, radioactive material containers and armoured tubes containing deadly bacteria from one place to the other. At the far end, in front of a massive glass shield with dozens of dangerous deep sea creatures was a large, throne-like chair. On it sat a gray mare in a black tuxedo. Her legs were casually crossed and with a cat laying on top of them, which the mare stroked in a slow, steady rhythm. Her head rested on the other hoof, letting her blonde mane hang freely while she smoked a pipe, stuffed with a familiar blue flower from Everfree Forest. To make the impression perfect, she even wore a top hat and a golden monocle in her left eye.

The mare sat idly, staring at the two mares entering her secret realm of organized crime. She just waited for them to come over and as they did, it was Rainbow Dash who first started the conversation.

“You look ridiculous, Derpy. British supervillain cliché overload. All that you are missing is the moustache and the evil laugh,” she stated.

“Some call it cliché, others call it classy. You are entitled to your own opinion, but do not forget who gave you the workers for the rainbow factory and arranged the laws to your favor,” Derpy Hooves responded.

“Anyway, why do you wanted to see us?” Pinkie wondered.

“It seems like I had a little security breach by one of your old friends,” the gray mare started, clicking on a button on her chair.

A large monitor moved out of the wall to their left, turning on to some security tape. They saw a disguised mare hack a console to open a treasury. Then, the angle switched, showing the perspective from inside the chamber. Although there were plenty of valuable objects, she only aimed for a familiar accessory. A black and red necklace known as the Alicorn Amulet.

Next, a security guard rushed in and tried to disable the thief. She, however, could defend herself and knocked the guard unconscious. But in return, the guard managed to remove her mask.

“Ugh… Trixie? Really? We put so much effort in getting that amulet away from her. If we knew your security was so bad, we would have never given it to you,” Rainbow complained.

“I’m afraid getting decent staff is a hardship. We already found the security guard responsible for this,” Derpy explained, pressing another button.

Suddenly, a massive fish tank opened up behind Rainbow and Pinkie. It contained countless sharks with laser beams attached to their heads. Next, a mechanical claw moved over the tank, holding a tied up unicorn mare who struggled in panic.

“I just don’t know what went wrong!” she shouted desperately.

“That is my line, you bramy twit,” Derpy stated casually, then pressed the release button.

The screams of the mare lasted only until she hit the water. Then, the noises changed into a crazy laser shootout, which only caused Rainbow Dash to roll her eyes yet again.

“I didn’t know we were in a comedy movie. Is your nickname Dr. Evil by any chance?” she wondered.

“Inspiration is one thing, but blatantly copying a completely different. I prefer being called Big Boss,” the gray mare responded.

“As if that wouldn’t be stolen from something else as well,” Pinkie whispered to Rainbow Dash, causing both to giggle a bit.

“Anyhow, back to the topic. It appears as if Trixie has yet again set out to achieve revenge. My spies reported that they saw her coming to Ponyville, likely in attempt to murder princess Twilight Sparkle. I do believe it would be in both our interests if this could be prevented,” Derpy explained.

“Say no more! We got this!” Rainbow stated.

“Yeah! We will make sure this meanie will never be able to steal anything ever again!” Pinkie cheered.

“That is what I wanted to hear,” the big boss replied.

Rainbow and Pinkie turned around, watching for a moment as the sharks swallowed the last remaining laser-cooked bits of the mare. Then the tank closed again and they were about to leave.

“Oh. One more thing,” Derpy started.

“What is it?” Rainbow wondered.

“Next time you come here, please do not distract my security guards again by waving your rumps into the camera. While I am quite fine with uphill gardening… or homosexual acts as the common folk would say it, I must insist on my workers being paid for guarding, not clopping to the cameras,” the gray mare requested.

“Party pooper…” Pinkie spoke in a disappointed tone.

Finally, the two mares were leaving again. Just as they stepped back inside the elevator and went on their way back to the post office in Ponyville, one of the security guards at the monitors started carefully looking around. Judging that nopony was watching, he accessed the security tape of the elevator from about ten minutes ago, licking his lips as he observed the two young mares toy with each other.

Rainbow Dash was the first to step out into Ponyville. She already had her head hanging low and an angered grimace on her face.

“So much for our plans of opening the cupcake factory today,” she mumbled.

“Ah, come on, Dashie! It’s not a big deal! Actually, we could make some fun out of this!” Pinkie spoke.

“What do you have in mind, Pinks?” Dash wanted to know.

“You are super duper fast. I am super duper skilled. How about we make this a race? Whoever can kill Trixie first wins!” the pink mare suggested.

Swiftly, a determined smile grew on Rainbow’s face.

“Now that’s a good idea! To make it more challenging, we should start it right away, so the pony who first spots her gets the advantage! Down with it?” she suggested.

“Absolutely! Ready?” Pinkie asked, jumping in position.

“Ready!” the athletic mare replied, also getting ready.

“Then let’s go!” Pinkie shouted and bolted away.

Trixie stood up on a hill, observing Ponyville. She already had a sinister grin on her face, anticipation filling her whole being. Finally, she let out an evil laugh.

“At last, I have the amulet back! Now I can match Twilight Sparkle’s magic again! Oh, how long I have been waiting for this day! All the preparations are finally coming to fruition!” she spoke to herself.

What she couldn’t have known was that Rainbow Dash had already spotted her. The light blue mare was hiding in a bush nearby, watching the whole scene with a knife in her mouth. She would already have jumped her target if there wasn’t another pony approaching her. Some stallion from the village Rainbow had seen a few times before.

As Trixie and the stallion spotted each other, he instantly noticed the infamous necklace and tried to run away. But Trixie couldn’t let him go and alarm the whole town. Using her magic, she lifted the stallion and forced him to hover right in front of her face. With evil glowing red eyes, Trixie stared at him in fury while he whimpered in fear.

“Where is she? Where is Twilight?” the wicked mare shouted.

“D-down in the marketplace!” the stallion responded shakily.

A bright flash filled the air and suddenly, Rainbow Dash was were Trixie used to be.

“Ah fuck. Too late,” she stated while rubbing her head as she realized she just narrowly missed her target.

Rainbow looked around in search. The stallion was just beneath her, the knife stuck in his head and not moving anymore.

“Oh come on!” the athletic mare shouted in frustration.

When Trixie materialized again, she was in the middle of the marketplace. The bright flash caught a lot of attention and as the villagers realized who was standing there, wielding the Alicorn Amulet, they remembered what happened the last time. Instantly, they all broke out in panic and started running away.

Trixie, though, remained focused. She just ignored the chaos around her and kept searching for a purple mare with both a horn and wings. As she casually trotted through the town, Pinkie prepared a small powerful catapult, hidden on top of the town hall. To make sure the strike would definitely be fatal, she loaded it with the heaviest anvil she could find and aimed it at Trixie.

Seconds passed while Pinkie tried to line up the shot perfectly. Finally, she cut the rope. The anvil went flying all over the town and aimed straight for Trixie. But just as it was about to hit her, a panicking mare pushed Trixie aside. The anvil landed perfectly on her head, crushing it to a bloody mush.

Trixie stared at the mare who apparently just died by a freak accident. But swiftly, her determination returned. Nothing would be able to distract her from her goal today, not even something like this. As the wicked mare continued, Pinkie sat on top of the town hall and nervously tapped her front hooves against each other.

“Oopsie!” she spoke meekly.

The hunt continued in front of Sugarcube Corner. Trixie was still completely oblivious to the fact that two mares at the same time aimed to take her life while she kept looking around. Finally, Rainbow was ready to assault again. She prepared a board on a nearby house to have several long nails stand out of it. With just a small push, it would come loose and launch straight into Trixie’s chest.

Her target was approaching. Just a few steps more and Dash could trigger her trap. But then, Pinkie came running around a corner, holding a small container with something that looked like acid. If she reached Trixie first, she would win!

Rainbow couldn’t have that. She jumped out of her cover and aimed straight for Pinkie, knocking the container out of her grip. It went flying across the street, causing cauterizations on several ponies before a splash landed on Rainbow’s trap, causing it to trigger early and nail another bystander to a wall.

“Hey! What the fuck, Dashie! You’re cheating!” Pinkie complained.

“Nopony ever said we couldn’t sabotage each other! You know I hate losing and this just makes it a whole lot more interesting!” Rainbow explained swiftly.

“You are such a dirty pony, Rainbow Dash. And not just that way,” the pink mare spoke with a displeased expression.

While they were arguing, Trixie just casually walked by, neither one of them noticing it until it was too late.

“Crap!” Rainbow shouted, picking up a pointy metal piece and aiming to fly after her.

But before she could take off, Pinkie grabbed her tail with her mouth. Out of the momentum, Rainbow lost her grip on the metal piece, sending it flying and yet again killing another villager by freak accident.

“Hey!” the athletic mare complained with a grim glance.

“Nopony said we couldn’t sabotage each other,” Pinkie responded with a sly expression.

Finally, Trixie disappeared behind a corner again. Now, Rainbow Dash became furious. She just couldn’t lose, no matter what.

“That’s it! It is on!” she shouted.

The chase has officially turned crazy. While Trixie just pushed away all the ponies that tried to block her, Rainbow and Pinkie kept competing against each other behind her back. Their attempts to assassinate Trixie constantly backfired due to the other manipulating it, only causing the wrong ponies to die. In fact, these two mares caused way more destruction and deaths than Trixie did.

Finally, their conflict escalated. At some point, Pinkie and Rainbow completely forgot about why they were fighting in the first place and just started arguing loudly. Like this, minutes passed by until they started hearing noises coming from Twilight’s library.

“Oh fuck! She’s already there!” Rainbow shouted in shock.

The whole building was shaking heavily, causing several leaves to fall off. All sorts of colourful light could be seen from the inside, as well as magical sparkles. Rainbow and Pinkie could only imagine what kind of extreme battle to death Trixie and Twilight must have at this point.

“This is all your fault, Dashie! If you would just play fair for once, we would have had her long ago!” Pinkie complained.

“Hmph. I hate to admit it, but I guess you are right, Pinks. You know what? Screw this game! Let’s go and save our friend!” Rainbow Dash responded.

Instantly, both mare shot up and started running.

By the time they reached the library, it was already all over. Trixie came casually walking out of the library, sweaty but smiling widely. Just as she started walking down the road, she suddenly found herself tackled by two mares at once and pinned to the ground.

Rainbow Dash was furious, but mostly with herself. Now, she was aiming to let it all out on Trixie. But just as she was about to deliver the first punch, Trixie already pressing her eyes shut and raising her front hooves in protection, she realized something.

“Huh? The amulet is gone!” Dash stated.

“You’re right! Where did you put it, Trixie?” Pinkie asked angrily.

“P-please! Don’t hurt me!” Trixie whimpered.

“Then answer the question! Where is the amulet?” Rainbow repeated.

“What’s going on out there?” another voice spoke suddenly.

Pinkie and Rainbow raised their heads. In the open library door stood Twilight Sparkle, just as much soaked in sweat as Trixie.

“You are alive?!” Pinkie and Rainbow shouted at the same time.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I- By Celestia’s mane! What happened?!” Twilight spoke, analyzing the destruction.

Both Pinkie and Rainbow had a look around. The whole town was heavily damaged. Several ponies were injured, a few even heavily and multiple corpses were laying on the streets. With a quick glance, the two mares looked at each other. They now came to realize that they were the cause of this. They really overdid it with their competition. But luckily, they could frame somepony else.

“This was Trixie’s fault! She used the Alicorn Amulet to spread havoc over the town!” Rainbow stated quickly.

“W-what?! No! I didn’t do any of this! The villagers just panicked!” Trixie tried to reason.

“Oh yeah? Then how do you explain all this? And what did you do with Twilight anyway?” Pinkie wanted to know.

Simultaneously, Trixie and Twilight suddenly started to blush. Trixie even went so far as to cover her face in shame.

“Uh… Well… You see… We kind of… um…” Twilight stammered.

It took Pinkie and Rainbow a moment, but they finally put the pieces together. The sweat on both mares was a give-away and the fact that Twilight was holding the Alicorn Amulet in her front hoof now only made it even clearer.

“Oh…” was all Rainbow said and allowed Trixie to stand back up.

“What did you need that amulet for anyway?” Pinkie wanted to know.

“Um… Let’s just say that it is not so easy to really get on my level… If you know what I mean…” Twilight stated, blushing even harder. “Anyway, she willingly gave up the amulet right after we were… done… Oh gosh this is embarrassing.”

“You tell me…” Trixie agreed. “If the great and powerful Trixie knew things would turn out like this, she would have never accepted this ID card.”

Instantly, Rainbow and Pinkie looked at each other with serious glances. Everything was coming together now.

“Derpy…” Pinkie whispered.

“Yeah… I can see her down in her hideout right now, rubbing her front hooves together while saying ‘Just as planned’. Fucking hell,” Rainbow whispered back in frustration.

Both mares sighed. The only pony who really won something out of this game was Derpy Hooves. This must have been very amusing to watch and with all the chaos in the town now, she could easily increase her influence in Ponyville by providing support to reconstruct and preparing the funerals.

“Anyway, Trixie. Even if you didn’t intend to cause all this destruction, you need to pay!” Rainbow insisted.

“But we can’t report this incident to Princess Celestia! She will definitely get into big trouble!” Twilight stated.

“Yeah and that’s just what she deserves!” Pinkie continued.

“No! I don’t want to be thrown into a dungeon again! I had just been a few weeks ago for stealing an apple because I was starving! Please! Not again! Anything but that!” Trixie begged, her eyes filling with tears.

Suddenly, Pinkie and Rainbow started feeling something they never thought they would feel for Trixie. They felt sorry for her. Ever since she stumbled into their group, her whole life has gone downhill. She lost her wagon, her job, her reputation and apparently doesn’t even have enough money to pay for food anymore.

“Hey! I have a brilliant idea!” Twilight suddenly started. “You two wanted to open the cupcake factory soon, right? How about you hire Trixie!”

“What?! No way! Forget it, Twilight!” Rainbow protested.

“Oh yes. You will take her in. I can’t have her get in even more trouble. As a princess of Equestria, I have the power to deliver a verdict. So I hereby declare that the pony Trixie will be pardoned for all actions that happened here today if she pays off the costs by working for the Ponyville cupcake factory! Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie: I insist on you two employing her and giving her a good wage!” Twilight declared.

Sadly, she was right. Twilight really had power when it came to such matters. Trixie really could be lucky she just had a mating session with her, otherwise Pinkie and Rainbow would be tearing her to shreds. But now, they could only surrender to their friend’s verdict and sigh in frustration.

“Fine,” both mares spoke at the same time.

Trixie grinned widely. This is the first time she had a proper job since she was kicked out of the rock farm. With a small gesture, Twilight ordered them to show her the way. Unwillingly the two mares started walking ahead, closely followed by their newest employee.

“What are we going to do with her?” Pinkie whispered.

“Let’s just have her work with the icing or something. The less she knows, the better,” Rainbow replied.

“Yeah. Good thing we still have Chrissy. There is no way Trixie would dare to sneak past her,” the pink mare agreed.

While the three mares were walking out of Ponyville, another was sitting on her seat deep below the ocean. She watched the whole scenario on a big monitor while constantly caressing her pet. Finally, she began to smile widely and rubbed her front hooves.

“Just as planned,” she spoke to herself.

Digging through the cavities

“Torture session with colgate the dentist. (Edit: Wonder why ponies are so afraid to visit the dentist.)” -Xaerouzle

Cupcake Factory

By Nero Darkard (aka. NeroTheDarklord)

Chapter 8: Digging through the cavities

It was a day like every other. After Colgate spent the last hour surgically cleaning her own teeth, she opened her dental clinic and waited for her patients. And just like every other day, she had next to none signed in from Ponyville. Most of her patients came from all across Equestria. It seemed like dentists are quite rare in a society of vegetarians. But why did the locals avoid her? Colgate was completely unaware of the fact that she built up quite the reputation by now. It did not take long before her first patient entered. A brown earth pony stallion.

“Ah! Welcome! I am doctor Colgate!” she greeted happily.

Colgate’s assistant was in the backroom, preparing the instruments. As soon as she heard her boss welcome the first patient, she already gained a tense expression on her face. The stallion was brought to the dentist chair and laid down on it.

“Alright. We will begin by sedating the area,” Colgate announced and picked up a syringe.

In one swift motion, she rammed the whole needle into the patient’s face and emptied the syringe. The stallion could only twitch in shock and pain for a few seconds before the medicine kicked in and he lost consciousness.

“Um… doctor. I don’t think you are supposed to give him the full dose,” the assistant spoke in the background.

“SHUT UP NURSE! I KNOW WHAT’S BEST! I’M A DOCTOR!” Colgate started yelling.

The assistant twitched a bit, then stepped back and lowered her head. Colgate sighed in frustration. After catching herself again, she turned around to her computer, opened up a lifestream and activated her webcam.

“Hi, everypony! My name is Colgate and welcome back to the dentist show! Now, today we are working with a few patients complaining about cavities. Of course they wouldn’t even have to complain if they would just brush their teeth everyday… But that’s a different story,” she started talking into the webcam.

The nurse stood outside of the screen. She knew Colgate hated it when she stood around in the background, so she just waited in a corner and waited for instructions.

“Now before we start, I have to remind you like every time that being a dentist is maybe the hardest job in Equestria and that there is a lot that can go wrong. Please make sure no foals are watching and if you do not appreciate graphic imagery, I recommend you to leave right now,” the dentist finished.

After that, she turned around and went over to the unconscious stallion, placing her front legs on the table with the tools.

“We need to give this patient a cavity fix. Can we do it? Well, with my skill and determination, I am certain that we can,” she stated proudly

Colgate opened the stallion’s mouth and began to examine the damage.

“Hmmm… Let’s see here… Oh, yes. Okay, good. Uh, nurse! Twentyseven cc’s of hydromorganflurbenswurben, please,” Colgate announced.

The nurse instantly turned around, picked up a clean syringe and filled it with the requested medication, even though that was not exactly the actual name. But who is she to argue with the doctor? She just placed it with the other medical tools and stepped out of the camera again.

After injecting the whole syringe at once into the patient again, Colgate picked up a drill that was obviously too large for this.

“Alright so let’s geeeeently start by-” she started before slipping from her chair and ramming the drill down the patient’s throat.

Again, the nurse just stood behind the scenes, twitched and made uneasy grimaces while the drill rotated around in the stallion’s mouth, a fountain of blood spraying all around.

Colgate quickly got up again, turned off the drill and slowly removed it again. Luckily, no vital parts were damaged. There was just a lot of blood in the patient’s mouth.

“Okay so this was obviously not the best choice,” Colgate apologized into the camera.

The dentist turned the stallion’s head to the side, letting the blood flow out into a sink. After that, she began to check if the jaw still functioned properly. But just moments later, a grin started growing on her face.

Colgate started laughing in a deep voice like a retard while constantly opening and closing the stallion’s mouth and shaking his head left and right.

“Hoo hoo hoo! Hoooooo, hoo hoo!” she spoke, making his mouth motions fit the noises.

“Um… Doctor, I think you are supposed to be working on his cavities,” the assistant spoke meekly.

“SHUT UP, NURSE! OF COURSE I KNOW WHAT’S BEST!” Colgate shouted back instantly.

Again, the assistant could only step back and gain a tense frown. She knew Colgate would snap at her if she just dared to open her mouth. But sometimes, she just had to remind doctor Colgate of what she needed to do. It was part of her job.

“Alright, so… Let’s try the hammer now,” Colgate announced, picking up a hammer from the table.

After taking a big swing, she started to smash the patient’s face in. Bits of bone and blood were flying all across the room. Then she began to swipe the hammer from left to right in the stallion’s mouth.

“What’s the matter? You don’t feel so good. You don’t look so good either. But that’s just because you’re ugly. Hehehe,” Colgate spoke to the sedated patient in a cheeky tone.

Suddenly, a breaking sound could be heard and the hammer stopped moving. Soon after, Colgate’s face started showing an expression of utter shock.

“Oh no. I’m stuck! I’m stuck!” she started shouting in panic while pulling on the hammer with no effect.

The assistant opened her mouth again to give off a judging statement, but she stopped herself from doing so. She would only cause Colgate to snap again. As always, she decided to just stay back and watch.

After one more strong pull, the hammer finally came out, but caused an open fracture in the stallion’s jaw. The assistant was just so relieved to know that he was unconscious right now. The pain would be so extreme otherwise.

“Alright,” Colgate started, sweat running down from her forehead and panting. “We’re doing pretty good. And by pretty good I mean pretty bad!”

Colgate needed to hurry now or the patient would suffer from severe blood loss. She just shoved her whole hoof into his mouth and started steering around.

“Alright, what do I got? I don’t even know what I got,” she stated before pulling her hoof back to present a piece of the jaw. “There we go! Ripped a bone out… Just like I’m supposed to… Just like daddy taught me.”

Colgate’s expression suddenly became furious and she stared at the ceiling while holding the piece of bone tightly.

“Daddy! He never thought that I could be a dentist. He never thought I could be a dentist!” she started babbling furiously while forcefully shoving her hoof back in the patient’s mouth.

“Doctor, don’t you think you should focus on the pat-” the assistant started.

“SHUT UP, NURSE! SHUT UP!” Colgate screamed in rage while presenting a lump of flesh to her assistant. “I just ripped out his tongue! DON’T THINK I WON’T DO THE SAME THING TO YOU!”

Colgate was at her stress limit again. The nurse thought she’d better be quiet for a while now, or Colgate would walk the talk. Without even giving herself the time to calm down, the doctor turned back to her patient’s mouth.

“What is this? In the back of the throat. There’s a large bony structure in here. That can’t be good for the patient,” she stated.

Colgate turned around and picked up the largest set of pliers she could find. Diving right back into the stallion’s mouth, she grabbed the bone tightly and began to pull with full force.

“Ugh! Cooperate with me, man! Cooperate with me! COOPERATE WITH ME, MAN!” Colgate shouted as she put her full force into pulling out the bone.

Finally, it gave in. With a very loud snapping sound, it came loose and Colgate fell over backwards. After she came back up again, she realized that the bone she just ripped out was in fact a bit of his spine.

“Oh no… No, no, no…” she spoke in disbelief.

Colgate instantly began to check his breath and pulse, but both where gone. She tried to reanimate him for about five minutes, but ultimately broke out in tears and gave up. She just collapsed on his chest and let her head hanging from the other end of the chair.

“I lost another one…” she spoke, then raised her head and front legs into the sky. “Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

The nurse had remorse written all over her face. All she could do now was moving the biohazard container in front of the dentist chair. As soon as it was in place, Colgate instantly stopped crying and jumped up with a big smile on her face.

“Alright, next patient!” she spoke happily while pushing the body into the container.

While Colgate went out into the waiting room, it was up to her assistant to turn off the webcam while she cleaned up the mess. By Celestia, was she happy she was only the assistant and not the doctor. This job had so much responsibility and so many didn’t survive even a simple cavity treatment. She was just so lucky she could work with a talented dentist like doctor Colgate.

Right after the nurse was done and went back in her position, another patient entered. This time, it was a pegasus mare. She clearly was nervous, apparently scared of dentists. But who would blame her, knowing how dangerous a visit can be?

“Alright. No need to panic just yet. W-we’re going about this very calmly. Right, mam? Right? Right, mam? Just… caaaalmly going about this,” Colgate spoke, trying to sooth her patient.

The mare was about halfway on the chair when she suddenly stopped.

“You know what? I changed my mind! I can’t do this!” she stated, about to get up again.

Colgate just grabbed her and pressed her against the chair.

“Hehehey! Hey! Hey! It’s okay. It’s alright. I’m a doctor. I know what’s best,” Colgate started again.

The mare was still very nervous. She stared at Colgate’s front legs while she picked up the same syringe she used before and filled it with the narcotic.

Slowly, Colgate began to laugh lowly, creeping out the already very insecure mare. She was about to jump out of her chair when Colgate suddenly rammed the syringe with full force three times in her face while making aggressive noises. It wasn’t clear what knocked her out. The medicine or the cranial trauma. But one thing was for sure: She would not struggle or feel anything anymore.

“Alright. So…” Colgate spoke, going back over to the webcam and turning it back on. “Aaaaand we’re back! This one here needs several teeth pulled out. So let’s dive right into it!”

Colgate walked back to the other side of the seat and picked up the bloodstained hammer again. Her assistant immediately reached out her right front leg, about to say that she didn’t have the time to clean it. But it seemed like doctor Colgate already saw this herself and didn’t care. So, once again, the nurse lowered her front hoof and remained silent.

“Boop! Boop! Boop!” Colgate spoke while she smashed out the rotten teeth individually. “Just the gentlest of boops! And no, not those! Geeze…”

This time, things seemed to go much better. Blood was still spraying across the room, but that was normal. Doctor Colgate also seemed a lot happier this time, too.

“Almost got it,” she stated, lifting the hammer high up again.

By sheer accident, she hit a lamp with the hammer and caused the glass to shatter. This startled her so much that she smashed down the hammer again. But instead of hitting the rotten teeth of her patient, Colgate hit her chest.

Right after she realized what happened, Colgate apologized, wiped away the broken glass from her patient and placed her ear on her chest.

“Uh oh. Your heart stopped,” Colgate commented casually.

As if it was the most normal thing in the world, this dentist had a charged defibrillator standing ready with her other medical tools. She just calmly grabbed onto the panels and place them onto her patient’s chest.

“Clear!” she spoke in an almost singing tone before shocking the pegasus mare.

The patient’s chest bounced upwards. Colgate put the panels back in their sockets and placed her ear back on the mare’s chest. Moments later, she came back up and smiled.

“Got it! Saved another one!” Colgate spoke in satisfaction.

Her assistant was delighted to hear this. She couldn’t help but smile widely and lift a front leg in joy.

“Doctor, you are such a genius!” she stated happily.

“SHUT UP, NURSE! I know it!” Colgate spoke, half shouting, half full of herself.

The dentist turned back to the unconscious mare, seeing that all rotten teeth had been successfully knocked out and were rolling around in the patient’s mouth. Again, Colgate couldn’t hold back her playful instincts and grabbed onto the mare’s head.

“Whoaell, Ah don’ no what Ah need to do, doctor,” Colgate spoke, trying to imitate Applejack’s accent.

Suddenly, Colgate noticed that one of the teeth had rolled into the mare’s throat. This, though, only amused her more, letting her take over strange gagging and swallowing noises for her patient.

“Ah think Ah just swallow’d dat tooth there,” Colgate kept talking.

The dentist kept on giggling and even her assistant had to cover her mouth with a front leg to suppress a smile. But the mood changed right away as Colgate turned around to find that there is no box of dentures where there should be one.

“OH NO! Where’d the box go! Where’d the box go!” Colgate shouted in slight panic.

The nurse immediately started looking around. She opened all cupboards and all drawers, but was not able to find the box anywhere. After a while, the nurse remembered that doctor Colgate has traded the box for a golden horn ring a while back. In fact, she was wearing said ring right now! The nurse didn’t want to expose her like this on camera, so she just turned to Colgate and shook her head.

“Um. Okay. People won’t notice… Because… This girl is now gonna have…” Doctor Colgate spoke, looking around in panic for a substitute, then noticed some loose scalpel blades and picked them up. “Some super sharp…”

At that moment, it struck Colgate what a horribly bad idea this was and she dropped the scalpel blades again.

“Oh Celestia. Oh Celestia, what am I doing? People are gonna realize that I’m a fraud. I’m not a fraud! I’M NOT A FRAUD!” Colgate started mumbling, first in panic, then slipping into fury while placing her front legs on her unconscious patient’s chest. “You bitch! You think you know of the pressures? Of a doctor? You think you know?! YOU THINK YOU KNOW?!”

Colgate pinned down her patient so that the whole chair became horizontal. She brought her face so close to that of her patient that their noses were touching, her eyes getting bloodshot from the stress.

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” she shouted, grabbing a sharp instrument. “I don’t even know what tool this is. But I’m gonna use it! To the best of my ability!”

The mad dentist forced the mare’s mouth wide open and started stabbing her into the gums.

“The gingiva. The dental cavity! Number four! Number seven! Number twenty three! The molars! The incisors! The canines! That’s all I know! That’s all I’m ever gonna know!” Colgate shouted in rage.

One last time, she rammed the tool into the mare’s mouth. After so many repeated hits, she managed to crack a bit of the skull and shoved the pointy end right into her patient’s brain. Apparently having desired this result, Colgate started steering the tool around wildly, turning the mare’s brain into purple goop while constantly screaming. Finally, she just let go of the tool and raised her hooves and head into the air again.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she kept on shouting.

After the webcam turned on again, another mare was laying on the freshly cleaned chair, already unconscious. This time, though, it was a familiar face.

“Sorry about that, Bon. You feeling better now? You feeling better now, Bon?” Colgate asked, then refocused the camera. “As all of you know, Bon Bon is a good friend of mine! And only she would trust me with her teeth like that. Because she knows, the quality dentist that I am.”

The assistant was busy cleaning up the used instruments. This time, she was sure doctor Colgate would succeed. After all, it was her own friend on the chair now. After a few explanations that Bon Bon needed a tooth transplant, Colgate got ready to start anew.

“This time, I need to be very careful in my excision of the dentosis equinis. So let’s take… this… precision tool… this expert, precision… um… saw here and… My ring!” Colgate suddenly shouted, dropping the hacksaw she picked up and starting to search around in Bon Bon’s mouth. “My horn ring came off!”

Colgate kept searching around. As she finally found it, she realized she somehow managed to push the ring right in between the gaps of Bon Bon’s teeth.

Again Colgate started getting frustrated. She tried to remove the ring again, but just couldn’t get a good grip on it.

“Let go! Let go, you damnit! Cooperate with me, Bon! COOPERATE WITH ME!” Colgate started shouting again.

Once more, Colgate succambed to her rage. She just ripped out all teeth that were in the way to finally retrieve her precious ring.

Colgate placed the ring back on top of her horn, grinning in satisfaction. But as she looked to what she had done to Bon Bon, an expression of shock returned. A small fountain of blood was spraying right out of her mouth.

“Oh, we are running out of time, though. We need to… Oh, we need to hurry up here! We don’t have much time here!” Colgate started babbling, then closed her patient’s mouth and held it shut with one hoof. “Shhh, shhh. Bon. It’s okay. I gotcha. I gotcha!”

In a state of panic, Colgate used several surgical instruments at once in desperate attempt to get both the teeth out and the bleeding stopped.

“I gotcha… I can’t lose Bon! Oh no. I’m running out of blood!” Colgate shouted in sheer panic.

Her assistant was very tempted to run over and help, but there was just not enough space for both of them. They would only get in each others way. All she could do now was to observe the scene, jumping in place nervously.

It was a heavy struggle and Bon Bon had become nearly even more pale than her coat already was, except of the massive amount of blood that it was soaked in. But miraculously, Colgate succeeded in stopping the bleeding. Her friend was safe.

Colgate’s front legs were shaking heavily. She was still tense all over and breathing heavily when she finally could go back to the transplant. Picking up the far too large drill again, Colgate started working her way through the remaining teeth, disregarding the fact that they were healthy and fine.

“It’s okay… I’m gonna be okay. Cuz I’m a doctor. I’m a brained medical professional…” she spoke to herself.

Nearly a minute passed until she finally realized what she just said, causing her to stop and look up to the ceiling.

“Brained… I’m braining. Braining her brain… Drilling her brain?” she started babbling, then focused Bon Bon’s face and placed the drill on her forehead.

Again, several seconds passed with nothing happening before Colgate could catch herself again.

“Halt, wait. No. I can’t drill in her brain…” she mumbled to herself and placed the drill back in Bon Bon’s mouth.

The minutes passed by, Colgate speaking to herself more and more while slowly descending into madness.

“Brain… Strain… Frain... Feracic. Mapthic. Scrasic… Nurse! We need thirty two cc’s of hydromorphic parazone!” Colgate spoke loudly.

Even the nurse had no idea what she meant right now. This sounded nothing like any medication she heard of. Unsure what to do, she just turned around and started scanning through the cupboards for something that might suit.

In the meantime, Colgate’s mental stability was decreasing with every second. She just kept on mumbling nonsense while drilling around in her friend’s mouth.

“I’m extrosizing… the top right… directly… into… into the brain. Into the brain! INTO THE BRAIN!” Colgate started shouting again, suddenly ramming the drill right through Bon Bon’s forehead. “UGH! BON! WHY?! YOU BEAT ME IN ALL THOSE GAMES! I’M GONNAAAAA…”

After repeatedly putting holes into Bon Bon’s skulls, it seemed like Colgate was about to pass out. But she could catch her balance just in the right time and started rubbing her head as if she had a major headache. Suddenly, she started looking around again, apparently deeply confused.

“What’s going on? I seem to be in a medical theater,” she spoke to herself.

Her assistant was still busy making sense out of her strange medicine request, so Colgate was left on her own to analyze the scenery. Finally, she lowered the focus to the dead pony on her dentist chair.

“Wait… What happened to this patient? Oh! Who did this to you?” Colgate spoke in worry, picking up her friend, then suddenly gaining an angry expression again.

“WHO DID THIS TO YOU, BON?!” she shouted, once again ramming the drill into her head.

Finally, the assistant turned back around. Yes, this was a day like every other.

Triangle Man

“I have only one suggestion right now... Pyramid Head” -SomeGuyCamping
“How about showing him there are worse places than Silent Hill to be.” -Psycho

Cupcake Factory

By Nero Darkard (aka. NeroTheDarklord)

Chapter 9: Triangle Man

What a day, he thought. Yet again so many stupid humans wandering into the seventh circle of hell. Once more, he had quite his hands full with punishing so many. As he sat on some nearby stone stairs, adjusting his robe made of dried human skin and using a rock to sharpen his humongous knife, Pyramid Head could not help but wonder why his boss Lucifer even went through all this effort. He creates a whole dimension of punishment exclusively to respond to only a single individual. Everyone else present is only symbolic to this human’s punishment.

Most of the time, Pyramid Head doesn’t even get to catch the humans. By Lucifer’s order, he always had to wear heavy metal shackles around his ankles to slow him down and even though Pyramid Head was supernaturally strong, the knife he had to swing was precisely made to only gain momentum very slowly. It would nearly be a joy to finally get your hands on one of those stupid humans if it wasn’t such a chore.

Oh, there it goes again. Ash is falling from the sky. The weather in Silent Hill is just never good. Either its raining ash or it is demon hour and everything decays and get coated in blood. Pyramid Head was really getting sick of this sight. Gray, red, brown. Gray, red, brown. Those are the only colors around. He was so fed up with this scenery. How long has it been since Lucifer last allowed him to take a vacation? Feels like it’s been aeons. Maybe it even has been.

Hmm… something is strange with the ash rain today, Pyramid Head thought. Why is there so much at once? Is the furnace which keeps hell burning overdoing it again? Well, if this keeps up, he might as well take off his shackles and start using his sword as a snowboard soon.

Just as he thought that, it started getting dark very rapidly. Oh, great. Demon hour again. Now he had to hurry over to the cafeteria before all his underworld colleagues eat away his lunch. Hang on a minute… What is that noise? Sounds like an avalanche. Snow? Down here?

Before Pyramid Head understood what was happening, he suddenly found himself being washed away by a huge wave of ash.

No idea how long he has been digging. Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Pyramid Head could dig upwards as much as he wanted, it seemed like the stupid masses of ash would never stop. Of course, he also had to drag that stupid fucking knife with him. Lucifer would flip his shit if he had to order yet another one from the devil blacksmith because Pyramid lost it. Those things must be pretty expensive, since they are custom pieces.

Anyway. Just when Pyramid Head was thinking about giving up trying to reach the surface and instead making a cave in the ash to live in it from now on, he saw something he hadn’t seen in ages.

Sunlight? Seriously? There is sunlight in hell now? When did that happen?

Ultimately, a fist breached out of the ground, soon followed by a triangular head and an unnaturally huge knife. It took him a while, but when he was finally able to see again, Pyramid Head could only scratch his helmet in confusion.

He suddenly found himself in a pastel colored extensive hilly landscape. The sun was shining brightly above him, the sky was crystal clear and blue. No cloud anywhere. No ash, no blood, no rust, no decay. Has Lucifer been smoking pot again? Well, better start looking for the human who belongs to this personalized hell.

Ah fuck. If only he could take off those fucking shackles. He needs hours just to get across a building and walking stairs can become a day’s labour. Well, after hours of painfully inching his way along a road, he spotted a town in the distance. Immediately, he saw that it was not filled with humanoid creatures, but with equines. Small horses of all sorts of colors. Bright, happy and squishy looking. You can say what you want, but Lucifer has humor.

Demons can’t exactly starve to death. But man was Pyramid Head hungry. He badly needed to shove some food underneath this mask… helmet… thingy… God fucking damnit why must everything be so impractical and inconvenient.

Again, it took ages for him to get down from that hill and into the villages. Of course, he had to get spotted at some point. The small creatures started gathering up at the border of the village, staring at him in confusion. Some were nervous, some were curious, but all seemed uneasy. Eventually, Pyramid Head reached the crowd.

“Um, hello. What are you?” one of the horses asked.

Hang on a minute. Did that thing just talk? Lucifer really overdid it with the drugs this time. Well, whatever. This won’t stop him from getting some lunch.

One brave little pony approached the huge, alien-looking creature, who then picked it up. For a moment, it seemed like they were just staring at each other. But then, Pyramid Head harshly grabbed the fur on it’s chest and started to twist it. The pony screamed in pain, instantly alarming all the other ones. But before any could react, Pyramid Head cleanly ripped off the whole hide at once.

The other ponies were aghast. Most fled, some kept staring in shock, but only few were actually provoked and began to attack the demon man. Pyramid Head, though, was used to abuse. You could empty out a whole minigun magazine on him, he would hardly even flinch. There’s always some asshole running around with a shotgun in SIlent Hill.

Damn, why does everything have to be faster than him? With his oversized kitchen knife, he had a hard time hitting even a single of those little bastards. As if their quick hooves would not be bad enough, some even had wings and could fly. But worst of all where these small horned fuckers. Just when he finally had his knife aligned for a strike, they go like hocus pocus and teleport away. Ugh!

What a chore. Every fucking time again. What is all this strength and durability good for when you are so slow, you have to worry about a speeding snail crushing in your heels? And worst of all, they just kept coming! What is it with these tiny horses? What is it with this storybook world? Are we dealing with a pedophile this time?

“Enough!” a female voice suddenly screamed.

The battling ponies and Pyramid Head turned their focus to the source of the voice, only to find themselves unexplainably petrified in the same instant. There was a yellow coated, pink maned winged pony floating in the air, staring at them. Those eyes... There was something in them Pyramid Head only knew from those of Lucifer. Holy hell this one must be evil.

After a moment, the stare ended and Pyramid Head was able to move again. He just lowered his guard and walked up to the pony. Clearly, she must be a demon, too.

Pyramid Head stood in front of her, both staring at eachother. The spectators feared that the same scene from just a few minutes ago would repeat over again, causing many to already run away. But Pyramid didn’t raise his hands and even the pony’s expression slowly became more relaxed.

“Paul. Really now. You are not supposed to be here. How did you even get to Equestria?” the floating pony asked.

That’s odd. She knew his actual name. Well, that confirmed it that she is a demon, too. Hold on a second. Could it be?

“Um. Why, yes. My name is Fluttershy,” the mare responded after reading his mind.

Ah. Of course. It was Lucifer’s daughter. That explained everything. Well, almost. Pyramid Head, too, had no idea how he came here. He was about to ask Fluttershy if his father had told her anything when he heard galloping from the side.

“Ah! Finally! There you are! Come along, Mr. Head. We need to introduce you to the team right away!” a white mare with blue mane spoke.

“Did you bring him here, Rarity?” Fluttershy wondered.

“More or less, darling. I had a little word with your father. My SM club simply needs more dominant male employees who can take a beating. We are utterly lacking qualified staff. But this handsome devil… oh, quite literally... seems like he might be perfect for the job,” Rarity explained.

Now it all came together. Finally. After such a long time, Pyramid Head gets a break from Silent Hill and the daily butchering. Lucifer already told him about the rainbow factory, the cupcake factory, the bloodthirsty cannibals and the mad supervillains in Equestria. He just never could imagine what it would be like. Now that he was here, Pyramid Head thought that even though it looked very bright and happy, it was actually rotten to the core. Not much different from Silent Hill all in all. Maybe even slightly worse, since no one would expect so many horrors to happen in a land of rainbows and friendship.

To make this all the sweeter, it seemed like Pyramid Head would even keep going with what he was best in: Punishing. Just this time, he would need to make sure not to kill his targets. If they are tied down, they won’t even run away from him anymore! Oh, this is going to be great, he thought.

“Mr. Head? Are you coming?” Rarity called.

Oh, right. Duty calls. Giving a short signal to wait, he undid the shackles around his ankles. Ah, such freedom! No need for that junk anymore. Casually, Pyramid Head tossed the knife on his shoulder, picked up a severed pony leg and started following Rarity, leaving everything else behind.

What a strange day this had been again for the villagers of Ponyville. Feels like just a few days ago when they last had a massacre. But some oh so brave heroes always have to jump in action and get killed. The rest just shrugged it off as just another small calamity and continued with their own business.

Only Fluttershy still remained standing over the approximately five roughly minced corpses, pondering who will clean up this mess. Finally, she just shrugged and flew away to get a bag. The cupcake factory surely can use fresh ingredients.

That's it for now, guys.

Sorry. I tried to come up with more funny things, but I just can't think of anything right now. I already asked for additional suggestions and ideas, but I-

"Hey, hey, hey! Wait a minute!" Rainbow Dash suddenly started out of nowhere. "Are you saying it's over?"

Huh?! Dash? How the fuck did you get here? This isn't even a chapter!

"I brought her here, silly!" Pinkie responded.

I should have known...

"Well what do you expect me to do, Mr. Author? It is my duty as a main character to help you out! Here! I have a few funny ideas! How about Twilight tries some scientific experiment on Gummy and he turns into a super-duper-ginormous alligator monster that eats half of Ponyville?" the pink mare suggested.

"Or how about you give me super powers! I could fly so fast, everypony who walks by too close gets their head chopped off! That sounds like fun to write, does it not?" Rainbow added.

Look, you two. I am already having trouble with my good old pal Grim. He's stressed out due to all the casualties we produced so far.

"That's no problem! I think one of your readers suggested to use Discord as a free-card to bring back the dead!" Pinkie spoke.

You know, I would actually do that. But that doesn't change the fact that I just don't know what to write at this point. Perhaps I just need a break.

"Oh c'mon now, Author guy! You can't end the fun here! We just opened the factory and you haven't written anything about it lately!" Rainbow Dash complained.

You know the rules, guys. It is up to the readers to decide what is happening. Their suggestions are which moves the storyline forward.

"So that's it then? No more Cupcake Factory? After all the fun we had?" Pinkie asked with a sad expression.

Well... this isn't necessarily the end. Just consider it as a vacation for now. Take a break from all your hard work. Lean back and drink a mug of cider or two... or twenty. It's on me.

"Oh my gosh! Did you heard that, Pinks? He's giving us free cider!" Rainbow recapped in excitement.

Yeah. I just need to take a break. My main story is calling me back and perhaps, over time, people will get more interested in this little fun adventure again. Perhaps I will get some inspirations later on and new suggestions will pop up. But for now, I have to pull the Hiatus-lever.

"Well, it was fun so far. Have a good time, Mr. Author! Until next time!" Pinkie spoke and bounced away.

"Yeah. Great fun, buddy! Don't forget to come back! And don't you dare to forget that cider, or I'll toss you into the factory myself!" Rainbow threatened, then flew away as well.

Haha! As if you could! Well, see you two and don't worry. I won't forget!
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I won't forget...
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Darn, now I have to go on ebay.

Hitting The Sweetie Spots

“Scootaloo turns Sweetie Belle into a soft core S/M instrument.” -Lady Monotonicorn
“The CMC need more screen time!” -Shock Jock

Cupcake Factory

By Nero Darkard (aka. NeroTheDarklord)

Chapter 10: Hitting The Sweetie Spots

“And that, class, is the big difference between birthing a baby unicorn and other races!” Miss Cheerilee finished.

Most of her students had a disgusted expression on their faces. Health classes had never been their favorite, but this one was the worst so far. Her teacher went so much into detail, some of the colts had real trouble keeping their lunch in. The fillies weren’t looking any better. While the shyer ones just covered their eyes and blushed hard, others had very tense and uneasy expressions while they protectively covered their lower halves with their front legs.

It seemed like Sweetie Belle was the only one who hardly reacted at all. Her sister already taught her most of these things. Throughout the class, she just had her head resting on her left front hoof and stared at the piece of paper in front of her.

“Anyway. Before you go home, I have a big announcement to make!” Miss Cheerilee started anew. “The Ponyville Theater Community has accepted my request! Fitting in with our next music project, we will all take part on a stage performance of Hinny of the Hills!”

As always, their teacher was overly motivated and in high spirits as she announced this. Her students, though, where less than pleased about these news. Now they all would have to learn a role. Some even will be so unlucky as having to sing in front of an audience. Just as they were about to get nervous, Cheerilee continued.

“I already have the perfect role for everypony! But I am sure you are most interested in finding out who gets the honor of playing the role of Hinny! Sweetie Belle, would you do us the favor of playing the star in this musical?” she asked.

“Mmmh…” Sweetie Belle responded, not even looking up.

“Excellent! I knew I could count on you!” their teacher stated in cheer.

“Her?! Why of all ponies would you-” Silver Spoon started, but swiftly got her mouth covered by Diamond Tiara.

“Shut the fuck up, Silver!” the pink filly whispered audibly, then turned her focus towards the Cutie Mark Crusaders and grinned nervously.

Scootaloo just quickly turned around to give them a serious look. Suddenly, Sweetie Belle’s head shot up.

“Wait, what?” she spoke.

She was so absentminded that she did not realize what she just agreed to do until now. A wave of shock hit her and she was about to jump out of her chair when the school bell rang and ended the day. Cheerilee seemed to be in a hurry and left instantly, along with most of her students.

Slowly, Sweetie Belle began to hyperventilate as panic filled her whole being. Of course, Applebloom and Scootaloo noticed.

“What’s wrong Sweetie?” Applebloom wondered.

“I- I can’t! I can’t play Hinny!” the white filly responded.

“Why not? You have a great voice! I can’t think of anypony more suitable for this role!” Scootaloo tried to reason.

“You don’t get it! I can only sing when I’m by myself! I even have problems singing in front of you two! But a whole theater full of ponies… Oh no! Oh sweet Celestia, what am I going to do?!” Sweetie Belle wondered.

“Ah, that’s just stagefright! Ya’ll just need to get over it. Just imagine the audience naked!” Applebloom suggested.

“Uh… that doesn’t really help, Applebloom. We’re all naked anyway,” Scootaloo countered.

“Right….” the yellow filly spoke, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. “Y’know, it never really occured to me before that we’re all basically nudists.”

“Oh great… Now I feel even more awkward…” Sweetie Belle responded, blushing and crossing her hind legs.

Scootaloo just shrugged this off. She thought of herself as having a kick-ass body for a filly in her age, so it didn’t matter. But while Applebloom was diving into thoughts, the orange filly tried to come up with something she could say to motivate her friend.

“Ah, don’t worry too much about it just now, Sweetie Belle. Just learn your role and we will see how things develop,” Scootaloo suggested.

“I don’t know… Oh boy, I just hope this all goes alright. Knowing Miss Cheerilee, she is probably going to grade us on our performance…” Sweetie worried while leaving the school building.

Six months passed since the school received their news. All students were working hard on their roles. But as usual, Snips and Snails were utter failures. This time again, they were standing on a small wooden stage on the school grounds, performing their roles in front of Miss Cheerilee.

“And… uh… so I said, I had never seen…” Snips started.

“Hey! That’s my line!” Snails interrupted angrily.

“No, that’s mine! Yours is the next one!” Snips replied.

Finally, Cheerilee had enough. She just let out a frustrated grunt and got back up on her four legs.

“Stop. That’s enough now. By Celestia, all you two have are five lines each in the whole musical and you can’t even get that right?” she wondered.

“Well, uh… I don’t know. This is really hard, Miss Cheerilee!” Snips stated.

“Other students had to learn several pages full of dialog just for a single scene. I had enough with you two. The role of the two hobos will be cut out on our performance. I guess you know what that means,” Cheerilee replied.

“Um, no. What does that mean, Miss Cheerilee?” Snails wanted to know.

“Ugh… It means you both just failed in music class. Your grades are just too bad. I have no choice but to make you both repeat this year… again,” the teacher spoke.

“Ah, horse apples…” Snips stated in frustration.

Now, Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara started whispering again. They may not target the crusaders anymore, but they still freely bullied everypony else in their class.

“Can you believe this, Silver Spoon? We all knew that they are not actually kids, but midget ponies and about forty years old. But can you imagine how many times they must have failed to still be stuck in school?” Diamond Tiara whispered.

“Absolutely. Such losers,” Silver Spoon responded.

Even Scootaloo had to admit that these two are the biggest dumpfucks she had ever encountered. But what worried her the most was not the play, but Sweetie Belle. Although she managed to somewhat pull off her role while testing in front of her class, she still looked very nervous and couldn’t bring herself to sing.

“Okay, class! That was our last try! Tomorrow is the great day! Practise your roles one more time at home and go to bed early! Sweetie Belle: I’m counting on you on getting your act together. See you tomorrow, class!” Cheerilee announced.

As always, the students dispatched in every direction instantly. On their way to the crusaders clubhouse, Sweetie Belle kept her head hanging the whole time.

“You’re still worried, Sweetie?” Applebloom wondered.

“Yeah… I just know that once I see all those ponies staring at me, I will get a knot in my throat. That always happens,” the white filly responded.

“There must be a way we can help you,” Scootaloo stated.

By now, they had reached Sweet Apple Acres and were just in front of their clubhouse.

“Well I got no ideas. I don’t see how any-”

Before Sweetie Belle could finish her sentence, she suddenly let out a high pitched howling. For a moment, Scootaloo and Applebloom were staring at her completely dumbstruck. What just happened? But then, Sweetie Belle slowly lifted her left hind leg. A nail had penetrated the ramp and Sweetie Belle just stepped on the pointy end, causing her to bleed.

“Fuck, that felt good,” the white filly stated in satisfaction.

“Looks like we got to fix that,” Scootaloo suggested.

“Yeah. But what in the world was that? Ah know yer like pain, but Ah never heard ya howlin’ like that before,” Applebloom wondered.

“Hehe… yeah…” Sweetie started sheepishly while blushing. “You never noticed me actually getting hurt either. I just can’t hold it back when that happens. It doesn’t matter if I’m in the middle of a crowd or in a library. When I get hurt, I just have to make noises! It feels so good.”

“Huh. Strange. Ya almost sounded like ya were singin’,” Applebloom commented.

Just as she finished speaking, an idea shot through Scootaloo’s head. Her eyes shot wide open and she gained a big grin on her face.

“Wait! Sweetie Belle, would you howl in pleasure as well even if you were on stage?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah. I really have no control over it,” the white filly replied.

“That’s it! I got the solution! All we need to do is putting you under sweet pain while you are on stage and you will sing your heart out, whether you want to or not!” Scootaloo explained.

“Um.. I don’t exactly sing when I’m in pain…” Sweetie Belle worried.

“Ah, that won’t be a problem. We will practise with you and torture you a little during your singing parts,” Scootaloo suggested.

“That’s... pretty extreme, Scootaloo. Ah wouldn’t be able to hurt her, even if it’s supposed to help,” Applebloom stated.

“Well, I got no remorse. As long as it helps, I would shamelessly beat the crap out of you, Sweetie Belle,” the orange filly explained.

After hearing this, the expression on Sweetie’s face changed. She suddenly seemed very excited and began to jump in place.

“Really? You would do that?” she asked.

“Anything for a friend,” Scootaloo responded with a huge, cocky smile on her face.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Then let’s get to it, girls! I can’t wait!” the white filly spoke, then turned around and started running up the ramp.

“Hey! Wait for us!” Scootaloo replied, running after her.

Applebloom was still not sure what to think of this plan. But after a second of thinking, she just shrugged and followed the others. They had done worse before.

Sweetie Belle stood on a small, quickly put together stage in the middle of the clubhouse, hoofing it in place. Applebloom agreed to play the audience while Scootaloo stood behind the stage with a few of Sweetie’s ‘toys’.

“Ah still don’t get why we even keep that stuff here. It’s not like we ever use’m for anything,” Applebloom commented.

“Well, now we do!” Sweetie stated in excitement.

“You’re really, really into this, aren’t you?” Scootaloo asked in a kinky tone.

“Hehe… yeah… I just can’t help it. But I know this is going to be great!” the white filly explained.

“Alright,” Applebloom started, pulling out the script for the play and flipping through the pages. “Let’s get right to the difficult parts. Yer first song, Sweetie. ‘I am Hinny of the Hills’.”

Instantly, Sweetie Belle stopped jumping and her tension returned.

“Uh… Um…” she babbled, then took a deep breath. “The… the sky is… is blue and- GAAAAH!”

Sweetie Belle couldn’t help but to shriek out as Scootaloo hit her flank with a wooden racket.

“Get your shit together!” Scootaloo mumbled with the tool in her mouth.

The unicorn filly gulped hard, then she closed her eyes and tried anew.

“The sky is blue and clear, the- MOOUUUUUUNTAINS!” Sweetie screamed as she was hit again.

“Gosh, you don’t even try! Come on, Sweetie! You can do better than this!” Scootaloo ordered.

Sweetie Belle needed a second to gather herself again. This caught her so off guard, her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest right there. Still, she already noticed how little restraint she had when Scootaloo hurt her. She wanted more, so Sweetie Belle looked back and gave her friend a seductive smile.

“Pull my tail. Hard. And don’t let go before I fish my part,” she requested.

Scootaloo didn’t need to be told that twice. She bit her tail and yanked so hard at it, Sweetie had no chance to keep her balance and crushed on her rump. Needless to say, the white filly screamed in joy. Scootaloo could be so brutal when she needed to be. She was not holding back her sadism the slightest bit and just kept pulling her down forcefully.

“THE SKY IS BLUE AND CLEAR, THE MOUNTAINS SEEM SO NEAR. THE THIN AIR GIVES YOU CHILLS, THAT’S THE LIFE UP IN THE HILLS!” Sweetie Belle shouted.

This only caused Scootaloo to pull even harder, bringing tears into Sweetie’s eyes. She knew that shouting out the song was not what she was supposed to do and the pain just made it so much easier and sweeter for her to keep making sounds.

“~The sky is blue and clear, the mountains seem so near. The thin air gives you chiiiiiiiiiills. That’s life up in the hiiiiiills!~”

Instantly, Scootaloo let go, causing Sweetie Belle to fall over. That was intense. She just used up her whole breath for only these few lines, causing her to pant. As Sweetie Belle lifted her head again, she saw Applebloom, staring at her with wide open eyes and mouth.

“Holy fuck, Sweetie! That was amazing!” she spoke in complete stun.

“Yeah. Definitely have to agree. We heard you sing before, but that was beyond anything!” Scootaloo agreed.

“You really think that was good?” Sweetie wondered while blushing.

“‘Good’ doesn’t even begin to describe it! Ya just made Sapphire Shores look like an amateur!” Applebloom replied.

Sweetie couldn’t help but to mix her blush with a huge happy grin. Their plan seemed to work.

“The next part now,” Scootaloo announced, stepping next to her friend with a needle and poking her in the back.

“Gah! The life up here is nice, but I’m looking for a chance. The others want me to tend to mice, but I just want to dance!” Sweetie Belle sang.

Scootaloo moaned in frustration. This just wasn’t enough to make her go all out. She just tossed the needle aside and directly chose to bite her friend hard into the neck.

“OH FUCK! ~The life up here is nice, but I’m looking for a chance. The others want me to tend to miiiiice. But I just want to daaaance!~” Sweetie sang anew.

Again, Scootaloo let go instantly. Applebloom seemed to be even more amazed this time, causing her to clap her front hooves together.

“Now that’s it! My gosh, Sweetie Belle! As brutal as this looks, ya should just listen to yerself!” she commented.

Again, the white filly needed a moment to gather her breath again. Her expression had started to become moony and the blush grew even stronger.

“Are you okay?” Scootaloo asked, worried if she may have overdone it.

“More…” was all Sweetie gave as a response.

Scootaloo immediately began to smirk again. Oh she shouldn’t have said that, she thought.

It was the evening of the play. A majority of Ponyville had gathered up in the theater to see it. Of course, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Rarity were among the spectators.

Cheerilee was behind the stage, helping her students getting ready. But despite all the little ponies running from left to right, she was capable to keep her focus. That, though, caused her to get very worried as she realized that the star of the show was not here, yet.

“Has anypony seen Sweetie Belle? Without her, the play will be ruined!” Cheerilee questioned.

The others just shook their heads. The teacher bit her hoof in anxiety as it were only about ten minutes before the show would begin. Why the hay is she so late?

“I’m here! I’m here!” a young female voice called.

“Finally! Do you have any idea how late- By Celestia’s magical mane! What happened to you, Sweetie Belle?! Did you get into a traffic accident?” Cheerilee wondered in shock.

The little white filly had a black eye and bruises all over her body. Strangely, though, she was smiling happily and it didn’t seem like she was suffering.

“Don’t worry about it, Miss Cheerilee. I’ll be looking fine on the stage! Getting ready right now! Applebloom, Scootaloo! Help me with the makeup and headdress!” the white filly announced.

Cheerilee didn’t want to let this discussion end right here. Something terrible must have happened to that young child. But they just didn’t have the time anymore. Everypony had to get ready for the stage. At this point, Cheerilee could only hope that everypony knew their lines by heart and wished for the best.

Pinkie, Rainbow and Rarity were sitting right next to each other. While the lesbian couple just leaned back and devoured a whole batch of cupcakes made from their own factory, Rarity could only look at them in envy. Just how can they eat so many sweets without getting fat? If she just ate a single cupcake, her flank would get so fat she would have to cut off a bit to look in shape again. Then again… that was actually quite a nice thought, causing the white mare to blush and smile pervertedly.

“Having dirty thoughts again, Rares?” Rainbow suddenly asked.

“Huh? What? Me? Never!” Rarity responded.

“Yeah, right,” Pinkie commented with a chuckle.

Finally, the curtain opened and the spotlight fell upon Cheerilee, standing on the stage.

“Fillies and gentlecolts! After months of practising, the Ponyville School proudly presents you Hinny of the Hills!” she explained.

Instantly, the crowd started cheering. While Cheerilee walked off the stage, trying to hide her nervous expression, Sweetie Belle got in position.

The crowd instantly stopped cheering as they saw the little filly. What she was wearing was not the traditional costume of Hinny, but a modified version cut out of tight, form-fitting black leather. Even Cheerilee, as she just now realized what her star was wearing, was deeply shocked to see that she just spontaneously decided to give the whole play a twist without telling anypony before. But it was too late now. The play had to begin.

Sweetie Belle stood there in the light, hundreds of eyes focusing her. Already, she felt how fear and anxiety began to fill her again. But then, she just closed her eyes, took a deep breath and tossed a pin on the floor. Willingly, she stepped right on it with full force.

The audience twitched, letting sympathy enable them to feel her pain as well. But not even a second later, the shock over what she just did became replaced with astonishment as her incredible singing voice reached their ears. Sweetie Belle howled in a precise tone.

“~The sky is blue and clear, the mountains seem so near. The thin air gives youuu the chills, that’s life up in the hills!~”

Everypony in the audience found this just so strange to listen to. Those were the lyrics of Hinny’s opening song, but Sweetie Belle gave it a very jazzy and energetic touch. She posed on the stage full of pride, letting the tight black leather painfully squeeze and chafe her on various places.

“~The life up here is nice, but I’m looking for a chance. The others want me to tend to mice, but I just want to dance!~”

Suddenly, Scootaloo jumped on the stage, dressed entirely in black and started to dance along with Sweetie Belle. Cheerilee was just about to faint. There was no reason for her to be on stage right now. But what was even worse was the way she treated Sweetie Belle.

Without the slightest bit of shame, she repeatedly punched Sweetie Belle in the face during their dance, even causing her nose to start bleeding. The whole audience was torn in their feelings. They didn’t know if they should stare with open mouths or twitch every time Sweetie Belle got hurt.

“~They all call me a dreamer, they all think I’m a ninny. But I will soooon teach the whole wide world to cheer for the name Hinny!~”

Over time, things just got worse and worse. Now Scootaloo was standing there whipping Sweetie Belle’s flank while she sang like nopony ever sang before. It was pretty clear that everypony in the audience was in for a night they won’t soon forget.

Over an hour had passed and the play was almost over. For the final act, Sweetie Belle was tied to a long barb wire and pulled into the air. The sharp parts cut right through her outfit and into her flesh, causing her to reach notes even professionals would have difficulties to reach. To make this even worse, she even started dancing midair, causing her to cut several bleeding wounds into her coat.

“~And I'm, a, dan-cing ponyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!~” Sweetie Belle sang as loudly as she could, just as jazzy as everything else tonight.

With that, the play ended and the curtain fell. The audience was speechless. It was so silent in the theater, you could have heard a pin fall to the ground.

The actors stepped on the stage and bowed down, but still the audience did not react in the slightest. They just kept staring with wide open eyes and mouths.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a single pair of front hooves clapping against each other. All eyes wandered to the source. It was Rarity, her eyes overflowing with tears and smiling widely. Then, she just jumped out of her seat and ran right on the stage to hug her little sister.

“Oh Sweetie Belle, darling! I can’t believe it! I’m so very proud of you! That was amazing!” she stated happily.

Now, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie as well started to clap, cheer and whistle in approval. The rest of the audience, though, could only slowly clap their front hooves together, still not getting their speechless faces unfrozen.

As the crowd slowly dispatched and walked outside, not even saying a word, Cheerilee stepped on the stage and gave the Cutie Mark Crusaders a very serious look.

“Girls… that was the most shameless alteration of a classic musical I have ever seen. I can’t believe you just spontaneously decided to turn this into a sado maso jazz musical with actual blood and violence after we all spent months practicing and getting it done properly,” she stated in a serious tone.

“But Ah thought-” Applebloom tried to start.

“No. No words right now. I will need a night to think about what to do with you three… Everypony else… good job. See you tomorrow,” the teacher spoke, then turned around and left.

Applebloom and Scootaloo looked at each other, just shrugging and starting to worry about their grades. Sweetie Belle, though, hardly reacted to the words. She was still just standing there, nervously hoofing it in place and blushing heavily with an uneasy expression on her face.

“Well, I don’t see what her problem is,” Rainbow Dash started. “I have seen the original, but man, that was so much cooler! Your voice defies the laws of physics, Sweetie Belle!”

“Yeah! Holy moly! That was soooo amaziiiiiing!” Pinkie Pie screamed at the top of her lung.

“Uh… well… Thanks,” Sweetie Belle spoke, hardly able to focus.

“Ah, just forget that silly teacher for now, darling. You, did, wonderful! Let’s go home and get you cleaned. Your outfit is utterly ruined from all the cuts and blood,” Rarity stated.

“Um… Could you… Could you maybe… wait there for a moment? I-I’ll be right back!” Sweetie Belle spoke, then ran into the fillies restroom as fast as she could.

This really had been an exciting evening for her.

The next day, their teacher waited until school was over before she decided to confront the Cutie Mark Crusaders about their fiasco. The three fillies had guilty expressions on their face and looked to the floor while Cheerilee stared at them as serious as she could get. Finally, she broke the silence.

“I don’t think I need to say this, but this was by far not the first time you three let all the planning of the school go up in flames. I thought if I entrusted you the most important roles this time, you might be happy and just do what was expected of you for a change. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Once more, you completely bombed it. I don’t know what the deal is with the three of you, but it just looks like you can’t do anything normally,” she spoke slowly.

“We just wanted to help Sweetie Belle gettin’ over her stage fright, Miss Cheerilee! If we didn’t modify the play a bit, she wouldn’t have been able to sing in front of an audience!” Applebloom tried to reason.

“Well. Would you like to know what your modification caused?” Cheerilee continued.

Without waiting for a response, she placed a newspaper in front of them. The headline was reading: “School kids transform Hinny of the Hills in the greatest musical of all time”. After quickly scanning through the article, it became clear that these three totally blew the minds of their audience and created something so controversial, it was praised by artists and critics alike.

Slowly, the three fillies lifted their heads again. Scootaloo was the first to gain a smirk and started to speak.

“Soooo… A+?” she asked cheekily.

“A+,” Cheerilee responded, now giving up her act and smiled happily again.

“Cutie Mark Crusaders Sado Maso Musical Artists, yay!” all three cheered instantly.