We're all alright

Pinkie had thought this out for a very long time. A VERY long time, after all, it wasn't exactly normal to kill another pony. "Oh, it's not normal!" She said to nopony in particular, again she found herself on her bed, the bedroom door locked so the monster of a father couldn't walk in.

And guess what day it was ladies and gents? SATURDAY!

"Pinkie open this Luna damned door right now!" Shouted her father again, a fresh series of bangs accompanied his raging voice.

She closed her eyes and flattened her ears in hopes of wishing him away. That was not the case.

As soon as she did that the door burst open and he stood there, bloodlust in his eyes and a raging red boner. There was actually a bit of saliva dripping between his barren teeth. "On your bed now? That's kinky." He said with a maniacal smile.

She screamed as he jumped on her bed, as she screamed she made a move to throw him off her bed. It was a fatal error as the sheets prohibited movement allowing her father the time to jump on top of her.

On any other saturday he would enter slowly, apparently this wasn't your ordinary Saturday rape because he just thrust himself in and started pounding away.

"It hurts! Oh Celestia it hurts! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Her mind screamed frantically as he pounded away, it hurt even more than it usually did. Then again her father was hornier than he usually was. He kept pounding hard as a jackhammer, the bed and Pinkie both screeched in protest underneath.

Pain, horrible horrible pain. It was like a blinding white pain in her lower regions as he pounded. She began crying and flailing as he pounded harder. In response he started slapping her and choking her, he could cut off air flow in her esophagus by placing both hooves firmly on her, looking her directly in the eyes.

She eventually passed out from lack of air.

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And I keep a playroom inside my mind.

She dreamed.

Of a time before all this madness. A time when mommy wouldn't come home crying. Of a time daddy didn't look so sad. When Pinkie would draw and sing and play with everypony else.

Sanctuary in which I hide.

She awoke, and instantly felt it.

A small sensation slowly building.

A feeling of utter uselessness, like a broken condom or a dumpster baby. A slow smile started to spread on her face.

Blur the world into a dream, into a lie.

Usually one would expect a rape victim to be overwhelmed by the helplessness of said rape. Not this time though. This time it was different.

And i'm constructing this fantasy.

None of this was real. "Heeee heee heee." She said, her voice dragging off as she felt the last shreds of sentient thought dripping away into feelings, of hatred, of pure rage so cold it numbed. Of happiness, freedom of the chains of sanity which kept her bound and miserable. Instead of the tacky room which she was in. She saw a bright sun-filled living room. She was drawing a picture, it was a picture of Binky and daddy playing ring around the roses.

"Time to go show daddy!" She said, her voice eerie and several octaves too high for her own good.

Imagination is saving me! From the world I despise!

Suddenly her illusion crumbled around her as Inky stood in the doorway, her dark grey coat stained with mud and water, it bad been storming bad outside.

Suddenly her illusion was replaced by sheer anger, Pinkie herself could deal with her father. But when it came to her sister, nobody fucked with her. Nobody.

"Pinkie....Daddy [sniff] he...he.." she began but stopped when she saw the darkness falling over her sister's face.

And what about loneliness? What about friends?

Everypony could mock her, everypony could spit on her. Yet if anypony ever dare lay their hand on her sister, they would be in for it.

And what about Winning?

All thoughts of self-confidence had left as soon as he started. He was the cause of all this, of everything that was bad in her life. Everything.

She slowly made her way downstairs, her legs shaking and her eyes twitching from the sheer amount of pent up and repressed sorrow everything melded into a hodgepodge of madness.

And getting revenge?

She found him sitting at the dining room table, a picture of a smiling Binky before her...accident. He was nursing a bottle of Applejack Daniels when Pinkie walked in, the soft sad contemplating expression he had wore off. Instantly replaced by a mask of hatred and superiority.

"Oh? Back for more?" He asked in a condescending tone. She continued past him into the kitchen.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" He called behind her, he sounded so distant, like a crying baby. She made her way to a cupboard and found what she was looking for; a huge black butcher knife.

What about all of the things that the've done? It's time for some payback it's time for some fun!

All of it, all her sorrow, her despair, her twisted sexual desires, all of her anger and hatred was let out in one big warlike screech.

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE'S PINKIE!" She shouted in a high pitched squeal upon reentering the living room. He looked up from his reverence with shock painted all over his face, the bottle half raised to his lips. She raced over to him and hefted the knife in her mouth. She of course missed but had succeeded in knocking him back over his chair.

As he lay, an interesting concept make itself known in her mind. "Hey daddyo! Let's pay a visit to Binky shall we?" She asked, her voice muffled by the knife still between her teeth. he dawned a look of pure terror as the realization kicked in.

"Look Pinkie, I know you're angry but ya gotta think reasonably-" he started, Pinkie just rolled her eyes and proceeded towards him, making him back up until he was against the doorknob to the basement.

"Oh shut up, you and I both know this is gonna end in one way." She said, he regained his composure and towered over the filly.

"And how might that be?" He asked now regaining lost ground, she smiled through the knife and struck downwards, cutting deeply into his front left hoof, he screeched and recoiled, slamming himself into the door and breaking it. As he stumbled downstairs, she spat out the knife and walked over.

"With you being a giant blood splatter in my memory!" She shouted before walking down the flight, locking the door behind her.

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I awoke with a moan and thumping head. It was like a draft horse rhythmically beating against my skull. I tried moving my front hooves but promptly found that I was bound on a board. I swiveled my head to find iron ringlets nailing me to a wooden table.

"Hey! Anypony out there?" I asked to the darkness, it replied like a non-sentient ambivalent thing would; it gave me an unnerving silence.

"Oh hey pops! Glad to see you're awake!" Pipped a voice I was all to familiar with. Disgust and anger filled me as a pink filly made her way into my vision.

She was like a reminder of a past I had always wanted to forget, one filled with pain, one filled with abuse. She always put me in emotional turmoil, not because I hated her, but because I loved her.

It tore me up inside, to see her begging face everytime I came home. I don't know why, I don't know why but I always hit her, always. Everytime it worsens the guilt that is already killing me inside. I can't bear to see her face. So I naturally drink, I drink my life away with the knowledge that i'm going to die sooner or later.

She is my angel, my cherished little angel.

"Pinkie! Lemme out!" I called in anger, inside though I was crying and cringing with self-disgust.

"No can do daddyo! Oh wait a minute! I got a question!" She said disappearing from view.

"What?" I asked her.

"Why did the stallion cry out in pain?"

Suddenly, pain, blinding white and horrible. I screamed in pain and fought against my shackles which only intensified my pain.

"Cuz I cut his bucking dick off!" She chirped in a creaky sing song voice. I couldn't respond. Fear, pain, and sorrow overwhelming me as I began to cry.

"Oh? What's this? One little love tap and you're already crying like a bitch? C'mon! You think that's painful try getting raped for once! That shit'll screw you up good!" She said, her voice taking a husky quality.

"Luna damn you Pinkie!" I shouted, anger and helplessness beginning to overwhelm me. Soon enough the anger was replaced by melancholy and pain.

"This was a long time coming" Spoke a part of my brain not overrun with pain.

"Oh right! I got someone who's just dying ta see ya!" She said, her voice receding for a moment.

I heard hoofsteps beginning to approached accompanied by squeaking.

"I got a friend here!" She shouted.

Shoving the convulsing body of Binky into my line of sight, she stared at me with dead eyes, they seemed to glass over as tears began forming, her body twitched and jerked as she began going into cardiac arrest.

"Pinkie! Oh Celestia no, please please if you do nothing else tonight please put her back on life support before she goes into cardiac arrest!" I shouted, parental fear beginning to overwhelm me.

Of all the worst things that I could have ever done to my family, this was the worst. To this day I still drink myself to sleep over my daughter. I....I came home in a drunken stupor one night..and I saw her playing and she asked me to play with her....and I.....and I.....

"YOU CALL THIS LIVING?!?" Shouted Pinkie now losing her composure as she pointed to the washbasin just a few feet away, it was filled with dried out piss and caked on shit.

"EVERYDAY SHE'S DOWN HERE IN THE DARK! And guess what daddyo? It's all your fault! You were the one who did this!" She said stalking over to me, along the way she had regained her crazy grin.

"Pinkie please don't do this to her!" I said now in tears as Binky, my poor poor daughter's fits started to subside.

"Don't do what? Kill her? You know if you look at it from any other perspective other than the fact that she's here, she's technically dead." Replied Pinkie in an analytical tone.

Fear and helplessness started to overwhelm me, and I began to cry. I heard Pinkie's sarcastic, then genuine laughter.

"Oh, this is rich! Ain't this just the cutest thing?" She asked walking up to me and kicked me right on the stump of my dick. Another wave of pain exploded in that particular region as she continued punching and kicking, all with a smile smile on her face. After a while she seemed to get bored.

"Hey you said I was killing her right?" She asked tilting her head slightly, I only breathed deeply as sleep threatened to overtake me, I had lost alot of blood. I could see the red even through my half closed eye lids.

"For your information I payed daily visits to Binky, and I came across this." She said shaking a small white tape in front of my  face.

"What....what is that?" I asked, my voice heavy and delirious as I struggled to focus and hold on.

Suddenly....Binky's voice...something I hadn't heard in a long time came on from Celestia knows where I was too far gone to notice.

"..........Please..........kill.......me......please......kill me......please." The soft raspy and tired voice of my daughter, my poor poor daughter came on.

I began to cry harder. "Oh Celestia what have I done...my own daughters.....my own kids....I'm a monster." I cried hard until I felt searing pain in my flank.

"TOO LATE TO REPENT BIATCH!" Pinkie shouted shoving the knife, point first up my ass. "LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE A LITTLE FORCED INTERCOURSE!" She shouted.

Oh sweet mother of the holy celestial bodies it hurt. The only other time anypony did this to me was my father and that was a memory I thought I had long since repressed.

"OH LUNA AAAAAAUUUUUGH!" I shouted trying to dispel some of the searing white hot pain with my voice, a minute or two later I lost control of my anus spewing logs of shit all over Pinkie's knife and hoof.

"Oh Luna that's just nasty." Said Pinkie in a highly irritated tone. Suddenly I was shifted so I was staring at the now dead body of Binky, foam in her mouth.

"IT'S TIME TO FACE THE MUSIC DADDY! KISS AND MAKE UP!" Shouted Pinkie pulling me forward until I found myself in Binky's belly.

It smelled so strongly of cleaned shit and anti-septic, I felt like vomiting. Suddenly Pinkie screeched and I felt everything go dark and numb.

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Pinkie sat there huffing, the sharp black butcher's knife buried in her father's neck. The adrenaline and sheer thrill was all that had been keeping Pinkie from collapsing in on herself.

It was like waking up from a dream, or in this case a nightmare. For the longest time Pinkie sat there expecting Inky or Diana to show up with police. As the hours ticked though, nopony came to inspect or do anything. She felt so odd and empty sitting there.

The deed had been sung and the story had been told and as she sat there, a cold numbing sensation seemed to pervade her soul. As if automatic, she walked upstairs and out the door.

And she just kept walking, not thinking at all.

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"Day 3: Patient has calmed down substantially on her own account. She seems to be remembering something happy, has been smiling a lot, and has stopped flailing and general psychotic behavior. I still don't know how anypony could up and murder half her family and not be a raving lunatic but...I didn't expect anypony to bake her best friend into cupcakes."

Feel Good shut off the recorder and watched the Pink mare a bit longer. She was swaying gently while humming.

He began to make his way out, but was interrupted as she began to sing, her voice like crystal water to a traveler after a long hike through the desert.

"Don't go away, don't go away, don't go away and leave me here. Don't go away, don't go away, don't go away and leave me here."

She sounded so sorrowful, yet so resigned as she sang. Feel Good decided against his better judgement to go and see her.

He took a deep breath as he stood at the huge titanium doors. Composing himself, he pushed them open.