A Descent Into Insanity

The white unicorn reluctantly opened her boutique, just after hiding her life-sized Pinkamena doll.

"Mommy will see you later," she had told it.

Her face was severely scratched on the bridge of her nose, as well as her flank, and her right eye. Her right eye was black where it should be white, and the pupil white, and very small, whereas the left one was like any other eye. Her mane was slightly disheveled. On her chest lay a carved heart, still fresh with blood, from having been opened again recently. Despite these defects, she was still a very beautiful mare.

She prepped her fabrics, what little she had left, and sighed. Waiting for customers, after such a long hiatus, was something of a drag for her. It no longer gave her the thrill and satisfaction it used to. But something within her knew she wouldn't be able to maintain this sense of normality. She was desperately trying to resume her normal daily activities before all this happened...

Yet, she couldn't resist cutting herself this morning though. It just felt so good. She truly got pleasure from it.

Rarity shook her head, and turned to the door, seeing a pony enter. Time to act normal... for as long as that will last.

"Greetings, darling, to the Carousel Boutique! How has your day been so far?"

She cursed slightly to herself. It was very dark in here. She forgot to brighten the atmosphere.

“Uh, um, hello. How are you doing, Rarity?” It was Fluttershy. Sweet, sweet, innocent Fluttershy. She certainly had to protect her from all these changes that she’s gone through.

“Well, hello darling! I am doing wonderful, whatever would I not be for?”

“I, um… you haven’t left your boutique for several weeks, and you have those scratches… and, and… your eye is…” She looked away, uncomfortable looking Rarity in the face. That eye had something demonic to it. It scared her.

“Oh… it’s-it’s nothing really, Fluttershy. I just didn’t want anypony to see me this way, but I figured that I’ll have to live with these scars… Oh, and my eye? I-I don’t know what’s going on with it honestly.” But I should get somepony to check on it, I suppose. “I assume it will go back to normal in some time, so no worries. What is it, Fluttershy, dear? Do you need a new dress?”

The yellow Pegasus kept her eyes to the floor. “No… no… just checking up on you, is all. I’m happy that you’re okay. I missed you during this time. Might you want to go to the spa with me someday again?”

“I… I suppose someday, Fluttershy. I don’t really know. It’s uncomfortable for me to even open shop today.”

“Oh, and Twilight asked me to ask you, ‘What happened to Sweetie Belle? Why does she have that scar on her chest?’ ”

Rarity stepped back a hoof. “I-it’s nothing. She had an accident, is all. I helped her, though.”

Fluttershy gave her a sad look. Like she knew. The Pinkamena doll crawled slightly out of the table, and Rarity hastily moved in front of it. Can’t let Fluttershy see that.

“Well, that’s good. I-I’ll see you later, Rarity.”

The door shut, and Rarity locked it, putting the sign back to the “Closed” position. That was too close. The doll grabbed her back legs. She turns around, and stared at it. Her darling Opal was dead, and her heart was in this monstrosity. She sewed this doll with all the pink fabric she had, and all of Opal’s skin. It really was a work of art, in its own right. It looked exactly like the discorded version of her friend Pinkie Pie. Who, it seemed had turned for the worse as of late as well.

For the past few months, Pinkie Pie’s gone missing. As well as a few other ponies from time to time. Investigations have been done, but no trace or evidence had ever been found. But Rarity happened to accidently come across a tape one day in the Sugarcube Corner, and got to watching it one evening.

It certainly opened her eyes to her old friend. Pinkie, or Pinkamena, was cutting and tearing Rainbow Dash’s cutie mark off, and sewing onto a fabric made from various other ponies’ cutie marks, and skin. She had Dash’s chest cut open, and various knives protruding from it. It’s a wonder that Dash didn’t die from it.

Or maybe she had. There were rumors that through certain magic, one could be rebirthed.

Regardless, Rarity knew that she had seen Rainbow Dash before recently, and she certainly wasn’t dead. Now she had wished that she noticed her flank. Was her cutie mark really gone?

She decided to find out.

“Sweetie Belle? Are you here, dearie?”

Clop, clop, clop. She turned the corner, “Yeah, sis?”

“Oh, good. Sweetie, would you do me a favor and go find Rainbow Dash? I need to see her. Ask her to come here.”

“Sure thing, sis. I’ll be back soon.”

Rarity sighed, and sat at her knitting table. She was beginning to remember when the very same happened to her. Pinkamena had her in the very same situation. She was pinned against a wall, and her own chest was cut open. She had knives stuck into her own organs too, and she was conscious of the entire thing. Oh, the intense pain it was. But that pain had made her so incredibly wet that very same day. The more Pinkamena tortured her, and tried to kill her; she both wouldn’t die, and got increasingly horny. She was literally dripping cum in addition to her blood.

That was when she knew she loved this new Pinkie. The mere thought of her made her moist, and her breathing became heavy with want. “Dammit, Pinkamena, why can’t I have you?!”

She stood up, walking over to the doll, grabbing it and taking it with her to her couch. She lie down on the furniture, and brought the doll on top of her, caressing it close to her. “Oh, Opal, dear, she’s got me excited again.  Would you be so kind as to help me once more?”

It didn’t answer her, but she already knew. She moved the button-eyed Pinkamena to her hot, wet crotch, and rubbed it slowly with the nose of the puppet. Her back arched, as she allowed herself be pleasured by this inanimate toy. She stifled groans, as her face contorted into varying degrees of satisfaction.

“Fuck yes, Pinkie; right there darling! Mommy loves that! Oh fuck!” She couldn’t help it anymore, and screamed out in ecstasy.  She slid the nose of the doll faster and harder along her aching tender area. By now the nose was soaked in her juices, and she was panting heavily.

Her entire body shuddered in delight, and she let out a very loud scream. The doll and couch was drenched in her juices as she let go of her release. “Oh… Pinkie, dear… oh, love, why won’t you accept me? I ache for you… I want you so badly. Why can’t I have you, my twisted angel? Your pink, straight hair beckons me, and those cold dead eyes…. Oh! You just give me the shivers…”

She heard the store door open. Pinkie Pie? No, of course not. Sweetie Belle and Rainbow Dash. She made no move to get up. They can come to her. She didn’t care how she looked. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone anymore.

After a couple of moments, the aforementioned two was within her sights.

“Why did you need me for, Rarity? And pull yourself together. We all have shit to go through, yours isn’t any worse than anyone else’s.” Well, one couldn’t count on Rainbow having a sympathetic vote here.

“You think I don’t fucking know that? Anyways, I have some of myself together, thank you very much. But that’s not why I asked you to come here. Show me your flank.”

Rainbow Dash gave a very unimpressed stare. “What?”

“Did I stutter? Show me your flank.”

“Why?”

“Dammit, Rainbow, just humor me for ten fucking seconds!”

The blue Pegasus sighed, and turned around. There lies her cutie mark. “Now the other side.”

“Are you kidding? I come into your store, find that you’ve been clopping to… this thing that looks like Pinkie, and you’re asking to look at my flank? This is kind of messed up Rarity.”

“I don’t fucking care! I need to see if something is true!”

“Too see if what is true?!”

“If you fucking lost your cutie mark to Pinkie! That’s what!”

Rainbow stepped back wards a few hoofsteps. “How do you know about that?”

Rarity stood up, knocking the doll to the floor. “Then it is true! You’re blank on the other side!”

“… Tell no one. Got it? Or else I’ll send you to the Rainbow Factory. How did you even find out?”

Rarity laughed. “The Rainbow factory? Oh, so that’s what killed Scootaloo. I always wondered what was going on behind that story of her disappearance, and the rumors from my sister. If you must know, I found this tape from Pinkie’s Sugarcube Corner shop, and I was tortured the same way you were. But… somehow, I can’t die.”

Rainbow Dash sat down upon hearing this. “So, she had you too… I can see why you’ve kept yourself locked away for so long.”

“No, no, it’s not out of shame. Or, at least, not anymore. I love how I look now, honestly. And I absolutely love Pinkie dear more than ever. She awakened me. She turned me into… this.”

Rainbow shook her head. “She changed me too. Before she made me eat a cupcake made out of my own organs, I was just your same old Rainbow Dash… then…” she shuddered. “There’s nothing worse than eating some of yourself in a delicious dessert. But anyways, that changed me too. Ever since then, I became in charge of the Factory. I’m in charge of killing all the flight rejects. And it broke my heart that Scootaloo failed her flight test. I just knew she’d have it in her to pass… and she fucked that up. And I had to kill her.”

Rarity walked over to the Pegasus and reached a hoof over her shoulder. “You poor, poor thing. I couldn’t imagine having to kill my own sister. And she was basically that to you. No, I don’t think I could ever to that to my darling Sweetie Belle.”

“Let’s… let’s just leave this conversation here. Is there anything else you need me for? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, yes. I assure you.”

“Yeah, I’m not buying it. We both need help, and I’m tired of running away. Come on.”

Rarity stepped back. “No, I don’t want help!”

“You can’t outrace me. Just come on.”

Think quickly, Rarity! She looked around in a panic, and saw her sewing machine. Aha! She magically lifted it and sent it crashing into Rainbow Dash’s skull. It knocked her out instantly.

“Phew. And that’s that, I suppose. “She didn’t bother picking the machine back up, and instead walked over to Rainbow. “Wasn’t your best plan of action, was it? No matter, I have some plans with you.”

She picked the blue Pegasus’ body up, and took her over to the far wall. She chained her to it, and nailed her wings to the wall. “If that doesn’t keep you, I don’t know what would.”

Now, she had to wait for her to wake back up.