Cupcakes 2, Friendship is Slaughter
Written door Bitcloud
Edited door the super awesome Satanisthesavior


Applebloom wiped the sweat from her brow with a long sigh. Her task had taken a lot longer than Pinkie zei it would. She felt sick from the scene before her: Silver Spoon’s empty body hung on the rack before her.
Pinkie got out of her chair hidden in the darkness of a nearby corner of the gruesome dungeon. As Pinkie stepped into the light, Applebloom could see an ecstatic smile on her face. Pinkies hooves made a slight sucking sound as she walked across the congealing blood on the floor. “You’re a natural Applebloom!” she cheered. A confused mixture of emotions ran through Applebloom; she wasn't sure whether that was a good thing of not. Pinkie continued, oblivious to Applebloom’s clear uncertainty at what she had done: “I never got anypony to last longer than two hours. Especially a filly!” Pinkie stood up on her hind legs and began undoing the straps that held Silver Spoon’s body to the rack.
Applebloom stared at the body as she spoke sheepishly “Is... Is this okay Pinkie Pie? I mean...” Pinkie cut her off before she could finish “Of course it is silly! just look at your cutie mark.” Applebloom gasped with excitement. On her flank clear as dag was her cutie mark; a scalpel angled kruis ways on top, boven of a cupcake.
“This really is my special talent! Thank u so much Pinkie Pie!” Applebloom leaped off the table, grabbing Pinkie in mid air and hugging her tightly. All of her apprehension towards using pony folk to make cupcakes had left her. Applebloom felt nothing but excitement for when the volgende number would be drawn.
After cleaning up the mess, Applebloom and Pinkie set to work making their cupcakes. Pinkie fed the entrails into a grinder while Applebloom collected the resulting ground meat and molded it into makeshift balls which held together loosely and oozed red juices. Pinkie was aan het uploaden a string of intestines when the door klok, bell rang. Applebloom jumped and looked to Pinkie wondering what to do. Pinkies face didn't change in the least, she seemed almost oblivious that someone had entered the store.
Applebloom caught Pinkies eye, with a her usual smile and aloof tone Pinkie zei “Well go help the customer u dilly dallier.”
Applebloom removed her schort and headed for the door to the front. She was even meer nervous than before she made the first cut in Silver Spoon hours earlier. The door swung open with a slight creak. Applebloom was greeted with the smiling face of Scootaloo. “I was hoping u would be here!” she said, her enthusiasm carrying clearly through her voice. Applebloom quickly moved vooruit, voorwaarts to let the door shut behind her and hide the bloody sight beyond. “
Wha... What are u doing here, Scoot?” Applebloom tried to hide her nervousness as best she could.
Scootaloo didn't seem to notice and continued on “I was just about to go looking for regenboog Dash with Sweetie klok, bell and see if she can help us get our.....” Scootaloo stopped short when she saw the mark on Applebloom’s flank. “Is that your cutie mark?!” she asked almost accusingly.
“What? This? Oh, um... It’s just... A sticker. Yeah, a sticker. Pinkie gave it to me for... Um... Helping her make cupcakes!” Applebloom put on an awkward smiling trying to sell her lie.
Scootaloo eyed her suspiciously for what felt like ages. “Cool!” Scootaloo finally zei replacing her suspicious gaze with a warm smile “So, wanna come?”
Applebloom thought for a moment “I can’t. I have to finish helping Pinkie Pie make her cupcakes.”
As if on cue, Pinkie came through the door beaming her typical Pinkie Pie smile. “Go ahead,” she said, “the hard parts already done.” With that, Applebloom and Scootaloo set off to find regenboog Dash. “I’ll see u volgende week Applebloom.” called Pinkie as the fillies exited the Sugarcube Corner.
    Pinkie returned to the keuken-, keuken to get to work filling koekje, cupcake molds. One dozen, two dozen... Pinkie was surprised when she ran out of batter. “I guess there was less meat on Silver Spoon than I thought.” she mused to herself. “Guess I’ll just have to draw some other ponies number.” She opened up a nearby cupboard and removed a large, hand crank raffle machine. “Round and round it goes, who comes out, nobody knows!” sang Pinkie, clearly excited to be doing two in one day. The barrel spun around and around, slips of paper inside rustled and spun. Pinkie hit a switch on the side and a single slip flew into the air on the drums volgende rotation. Pinkie caught the slip mid air and flipped it over to reveal the number “37”. She reached into the same cupboard the raffle machine was in and removed a book. The book was bound in leather of all colors and shapes, a veritable patchwork of past victims. Pinkie opened the book and flipped through several pages before she found the name of number 37: Derpy Hooves. That was all she needed. Pinkie carefully replaced the raffle machine and the book. “I’ll be back before the first batch is even done.” she zei with a smile as she packed her saddle bag with the heaviest rolling pin she could find in the kitchen. Humming her favoriete tune Pinkie skipped out the front door in zoek of Derpy on her mail route.

    The three fillies buzzed down the dirt road. Scootaloo pulled their red wagon along effortlessly: all her time pulling Applebloom and Sweetie klok, bell around had strengthened her wings greatly.
Sweetie klok, bell called out over the loud clanging of the wagons fixed wheels “What’s the rush Scootaloo?”
Scootaloo turned her head slightly and excitedly replied “I haven't seen regenboog Dash in weeks! I can’t wait to hear what she has been up to this whole time! I bet it was something cool like hanging out with the Wonderbolts!”
Scootaloo brought her scooter and the wagon to a screeching halt as they broke through the trees. regenboog Dash’s wolk home pagina was looming above. The clouds had begun parting and thinning as if they hadn’t been maintained for a very long time. Amid the bewolking, bewolkt sky the home pagina even appeared to have lost its usual radiant white, replaced door a dull flat grey. “I’ll go see if she’s home.” Scootaloo zei as she launched herself into the air with a short kick. She climbed slowly, despite her new-found strength flight was still very difficult for her little wings. As she rose the air cooled and the sky seemed to darken even more. Finally before she couldn't fly anymore Scootaloo reached the wolk home. She was almost shocked at just how bad the home pagina had fallen apart since she last saw it. Where there was once a clearly defined home pagina snuggled amongst the puffy clouds there was now uithangbord standing alone riddled with holes. Scootaloo inched vooruit, voorwaarts along the thinning clouds, careful not to fall through any spots to thin to hold her weight. She pushed aside what was left of the front door. “Rainbow Dash?” Her voice sounded tiny and empty in the dark hall beyond. Not hearing a response, Scootaloo pressed vooruit, voorwaarts down the hall, half expecting regenboog Dash to jump out from behind a corner and yell “Boo!” There was clearly no one home pagina but Scootaloo still got a very uneasy feeling from the place. “Maybe she left a note?” she thought to herself.
Scootaloo pushed open another door at the end of the hall and entered into what looked like a kitchen, of at least it used too. Scootaloo noticed a calendar on the wall, with a red cirkel on one of the days. She went closer and read “Surprise with Pinkie.” The datum was two weeks ago. Scootaloo checked a few meer rooms before finally leaving with a sigh
“Maybe Pinkie knows where she went.” Scootaloo returned to the ground. Her little wings made descending at a veilig speed even harder than flying up.
Applebloom and Sweetie klok, bell looked up “What took u so long? We’ve been waiting for ages!” they exclaimed almost in harmony.
Scootaloo head dropped slightly “She wasn't home.” Disappointed, she hopped back on her scooter. “But Pinkie Pie might know where she went.”
Applebloom suddenly got nervous. She knew what had happened to regenboog Dash and that it was Pinkie who did it. “What makes u think that?” Applebloom asked, hoping her friend didn’t know too much.
“It was on regenboog Dash’s calendar. So I just sorta figured maybe Pinkie Pie would know.”
Applebloom crawled into the wagon still very nervous as Scootaloo buzzed her little wings, ignoring her fatigue, accelerating the trio back down the long dirt road to Ponyville.

Derpy awoke to a throbbing head and ringing ears. She tried rub her head but realized she could not verplaats her arms. of her legs, for that matter.
“Wha... What’s going on?” her voice was shaking as she struggled against her restraints.
A single light hung above Derpy illuminating a small tafel, tabel covered in a white cloth. She tried to look around the room but found that her head was also fastened snugly to the metal frame. Derpy was starting to panic, struggling harder against her restraints. Her arms begun bleeding slightly from the struggling, chafing against the frame.
“Oh good your awake!” a cheerful voice rang out from the darkness directly in front of Derpy. Pinkie Pie stepped from the shadows into the yellow ring of light surrounding the rack. “Sorry for hitting u so hard, I’m just in a hurry to make meer cupcakes.” Pinkie explained as she removed what looked to be a colorful gewaad, kleed from the uithangbord to Derpy’s left.
Derpy strained her eyes to watch Pinkie as she slipped the gewaad, kleed on. “Whats going on Pinkie Pie? Why am I tied up? I have mail to deliver.”
Pinkie stepped back in front of Derpy, revealing the true nature of the robe. A patch-worked quilt of cutie marks, many stained reddish brown no doubt from their removal. Derpy didn't know what to make of the gruesome thing, her hart-, hart beating faster and faster in her chest. She looked around the room frantically hoping to find some means of escape. Her eyes adjusting to the darkness Derpy began noticing the decorations for the morbid party. Painted skulls, intestine streamers, balloon organs.
Derpy felt suddenly ill. She couldn't stop herself, unable to verplaats her head she vomited and felt the warm contents of her stomach slide down her chest before plopping on the ground. The taste of bile only made her meer sick.
“Wow Derpy. It’s a good thing I’m in a hurry because I don’t think u could party for very long anyways...” zei Pinkie, smiling as she pulled the cloth from the table. Lined up on it, arranged largest to smallest, were sets of knives, scalpels, syringes and saws. Each glistened coldly in dim basement.
Derpy began shaking uncontrollably, her gaze locked on the malicious instruments arranged before her. “Wh-Wh-What are th-those for?” Derpy knew the answer, but couldn't stop herself from asking.
“For cutting of course! I cant just magically make a pony into cupcakes, I'm not Twilight Sparkle.” Pinkie giggled and chose her first tool. The smallest of the scalpels and somehow the most frightening implement there.
Derpy began screaming as loud as she could “SOMEPONY HELP! HELP ME! SOMEPONY!” Her voice didn’t even echo, the darkness seemed to be eating her screams. Derpy’s yells were interrupted door a sharp pain in her flank.
The pain made her flinch and be silent for a moment. Derpy’s eyes strained down to see the bron of the searing pain but all she could see was Pinkie’s hair. Stinging turned to burning, and then to a pain the likes of which Derpy had never felt before. She screamed, tears streaming from her eyes. Pinkie popped back up from her task and held Derpy’s bloody cutie mark in front of her face.
Derpy didn’t know what to think. She hoped it was all just a horrible nightmare and she would wake up any second.
“It’s a dream. It’s a dream.” Derpy began chanting to herself trying desperately to wake herself up.
“This isn’t a dream silly,” zei Pinkie, moving around to Derpy’s other flank, “but it’s certainly good enough to be one.” Her cheerful voice was coupled with the same stinging, burning pain of Derpy’s other cutie mark being removed.
Derpy could feel warm blood roll down her legs, then hear it drip into the pool of vomit below her. Derpy clenched her eyes, the pain in her flanks burning meer and meer with each passing second.
“You know, it’s pretty rude to keep your eyes closed.” Derpy heard the clang of metal as Pinkie selected a new instrument. “I mean, I'm just trying to have a friendly conversation and you’re acting like you’re blind!” Derpy could feel Pinkie leaning against her chest.
“Am I ugly? Is that it? of maybe u don’t like the decorations, hm?” Derpy felt cold steel tracing shapes on the surface of her cheek. “Well?” Pinkie pressed the sharp point into Derpy’s flesh, blood began oozing out instantly.
Afraid Derpy answered “The decorations!” She clenched her eyes even tighter afraid of another stab of cut from Pinkie. None came.
Finally after a short pause Pinkie zei “I’ll have u know I put a lot of work into these decorations!” Pinkie forced open one of Derpy’s eyelids. “But if u don’t like them then I guess u wont be needing these.”
Pinkie forced a metal spoon into the corner of Derpy’s eye. A thin Squirt of blood shot out and Derpy screamed. She began writhing as hard as she could against her restraints as the spoon went deeper. snapping muscle and nerves. Derpy could feel the metal scraping against the bone of her eye sockets. Derpy’s tears were mixing with the blood and streamed down her face. Derpy’s face was on brand as the spoon severed her optic nerve. A sickening sound of suction filled Derpy’s ears as her eye was removed completely. Distorted screams and sobs filled the dark room.
“You know I haven’t had one of these before.” Mused Pinkie as she popped the eye in her mouth and began chewing. With her mouth still full she continued talking “A liwtle chewy, but ish prewwy gewd.” Her words almost inaudible through the thick smacking sound the eye made as she chewed it.
Disgust welled up in Derpy, she felt like she was going to puke again but there was nothing left to puke. Her stomach muscles constricted as she dry heaved, adding even meer pain to her already searing body. Pinkie forced open Derpy’s seconde eyelid.
“N-no please! Don’t do this!” Derpy pleaded, her body trying to recoil despite being fastened down tightly.
Pinkie ignored the pleas and dug the spoon into Derpy’s eye socket. Pinkie was starting to feel a little rushed and decided to proceed a little faster to make the days quota of cupcakes. She yanked Derpy’s eye out with a sharp tug. Derpy let out another shriek of pain as everything went black.
“you want this one Derpy?” Pinkie held the severed eye up to Derpy’s mouth. Derpy tried to turn her head away but it stayed fastened to rack. “That’s fine, meer for me!” Pinkie gleefully popped the eye into her mouth, sucking in the nerve that was attached like a noodle.
Derpy’s body felt limp with the pain, and her sobs had become uncontrollable. Pinkie circled around the back of the rack and began inspecting Derpy’s wings. Derpy’s back muscles tensed as Pinkie stroked her pegasus wings.
“You have perfect wings Derpy!” Derpy could hear Pinkie walk around to the tafel, tabel and pick up something else.
Even though she couldn’t see, she knew what was coming next. Derpy couldn’t even manage words as she yelled and screamed, dreading the pain. Pinkie grabbed Derpy’s wings and held them fully stretched. Suddenly, a heavy blade swung down, biting through the thin flesh and shattering the bones of Derpy’s wings with a loud crack.
Derpy screamed as Pinkie pulled off one of Derpy’s wings, the other still hung there door a strand of flesh and tendon. Pinkie took aim and brought the blade down again, cleaving off Derpy’s other wing. Derpy erupted into another bout of pained shrieking at the burning pain that now filled her whole back.
Pinkie was starting to get annoyed with Derpy’s constant yelling. Pinkie walked around to the tafel, tabel and gently set down the pair of bloody wings.
Derpy’s body had entirely stopped responding to her: she hung limp from the rack. Tears and blood flowed from her empty eye sockets.
Pinkie retrieved the largest scalpel she had and went behind Derpy once more. Derpy felt the warm sting of a blade as it punctured deep into her back just below her shoulder blades and off to the side. Derpy screamed in pain again, her lungs and throat sore from the exertion of what was no longer than ten minuten at this point. Again Derpy felt the blade dig into her flesh right volgende to where it had just cut, on the other side of her spine. Derpy could hear Pinkie walking around again, struggling with something that was apparently heavy.
Pinkie had grabbed a pair of large branch cutters that hung from a hook on the side of the table. Pinkie slid the cutters into the slits she had cut into Derpy’s back, pushing aside muscles and tendons. She positioned the cutters over one of Derpy’s ribs. meer hoarse screams erupted from Derpy as Pinkie began to cut her ribs away from her spine. Loud snaps filled the air as Pinkie snapped Derpy’s ribs one at a time.
Sickening snaps filled Derpy’s ears. Each rib sent a shuddering vibration of pain through her body. Derpy shrieked louder than before, the pain filling her mind until it was all she could think about. Derpy’s bowels released from the trauma. A flow of feces and urine splattered on the floor, adding to the already pungent odor of her vomit. The smell made Derpy dry heave again and again, eventually puking up blood, her stomach damaged from so much convulsing.
After cutting a few ribs on either side, Pinkie set her tools down on the tafel, tabel before returning behind Derpy and digging her hooves deep into the incisions she had made. Pinkie pushed the ribs away from her spine, they creaked like boom branches as they were forcefully pushed aside. Ignoring Derpy’s newly revived screams Pinkies hooves fumbled around inside Derpy’s chest cavity until she found what she was looking for. Grabbing hold of the warm sacs Pinkie pulled back yanking Derpy’s lungs out her back.
“There, now we can finish without yelling.” zei Pinkie smiling at Derpy’s stunned face.
Derpy tried to scream, but nothing came out. Panic rose in her throat, she couldn't breathe let alone make any noise. Pinkie chose the final mes to finish the task. She made two parallel slices above and below Derpy’s belly.
Derpy’s throat constricted trying to scream in pain, but the only noise that came out was a wet smacking and gargling noise from her drowning lungs. Pinkie made a vertical cut connected the two slices. She peeled back the skin to make the final cut in the abdominal sac and expose the succulent organs within.
Derpy felt her intestines and organs spill out across her groin and legs. Pinkie got right to work organizing the organs into buckets in front of Derpy. As she passed out from loss of blood and suffocation Derpy heard sickening plops and scrapes as Pinkie severed what few organs still resided inside her broken rib cage.

The wagon raced through Ponyville. Scootaloo expertly avoided pony folk left and right. Sweetie klok, bell and Applebloom held on tightly, but they had become accustomed to Scootaloo’s nightmarish driving.
Sweetie klok, bell noticed the mark on Applebloom’s flank as the wagon flew over a shallow hump. “When did u get your cutie mark!?” Sweetie cried out in amazement.
“What? Oh, this?” Applebloom felt her stomach drop for what seemed like the hundredth time today. “It’s just... Uh... “ Applebloom tried desperately to remember what she had told Scoot back at Sugarcube Corner but it wouldn’t come to her. “It’s just flank paint.” Applebloom lied as best she could.
“Flank paint?” Sweetie klok, bell asked with a confused look on her face.
“Y-Ya. It’s like face paint, but for making cutie marks! Pinkie Pie did mine earlier...” Applebloom began doubting the believability of her lie. She didn’t want to hurt Sweetie door lying, but she also knew she didn’t want to get caught.
The wagon jumped over another bump and landed with a loud clang.
“Cool! I want one!” Sweetie finally shouted, clinging to the edge of the wagon as it screeched around a corner.
Applebloom thought fast “Pinkie doesn't have any left, but I bet u can pick some up at the store.”
Sweetie klok, bell looked disappointed but it was better than her realizing the truth. Scootaloo brought the wagon to a screeching halt in front of Sugarcube Corner.
The three fillies made their way up the steps and pushed open the front door. A clang rang from the klok, bell above the door as they stepped inside, he aroma of fresh cupcakes and pastries filling the air.
“Oh hey!” Pinkies head popped up in the window behind the counter. “I just pulled a fresh batch of cupcakes out of the oven! Wanna try some?” she asked enthusiastically.
“Do we ever!” Scootaloo and Sweetie klok, bell both exclaimed in unison.
Applebloom hesitated; she couldn't bring herself to eat Silver Spoon cupcakes. “I’m not very hungry right now...” zei Applebloom, taking a zitplaats, stoel at a nearby table.
Pinkie disappeared back into the keuken-, keuken for a few seconden and returned with a tray. On it were two cupcakes, still steaming from the oven.
“Thanks Pinkie Pie!” chimed Scootaloo as she and Sweetie klok, bell greedily devoured the delicate morsels.
“Mm... These are your best yet!” Scootaloo exclaimed.
“Thanks Scootaloo, but Applebloom did most of the work to make these cupcakes.” Pinkie disappeared behind the window again and begun rustling around with what sounded like a tafel, tabel cloth.
“Wow u made these?” Sweetie klok, bell asked, almost in awe.
“Pinkie is just being nice. I only help with the ingredients, she did all the baking.” Applebloom tried to act shy but inside she felt nothing but pride that they enjoyed the cupcakes she worked so hard for. It was also proof that this really was her special talent, no matter what anypony may think.
Pinkie appeared through the doorway into the keuken-, keuken eating a koekje, cupcake of her own.
“Hey Pinkie have u seen regenboog Dash lately?” Scootaloo asked, finally swallowing the last of her sweet treat.
“I saw her earlier today! We had lots of fun with Derpy!” Pinkie zei through her aloof smile.
“Really?! Did she say where she was going?” Scootaloo started getting excited. She was starting to worry, not having seen her idol for so long.
“Nope, she didn't say anything actually...” Pinkie had started cleaning the counter, humming her usual song.
“That's not like regenboog Dash to not talk at all.” Scootaloo looked perplexed.
“She hasn't zei a word in quite a while actually, I'm a little worried about that pony.” Pinkie stopped cleaning for a moment seemingly lost in thought.
“Well, thanks for the cupcakes anyway Pinkie Pie. Lets go find regenboog Dash girls!” With that Scootaloo headed out the front door, Sweetie klok, bell and Applebloom following closely.
Pinkie called out after them “Next week I’ll let u make the cupcakes all door yourself Applebloom!”
Applebloom gave Pinkie a slight smile as the door closed behind her. As the three fillies descended the steps, Scootaloo couldn't shake the feeling Pinkie was hiding something.

The week went door fast. Scootaloo felt a growing uneasiness each passing day. Not only did regenboog Dash not toon up at all, but Silver Spoon was absent from school all week. There was talk around town that maybe somepony abducted her, of maybe she even ran away. Whatever the case Scootaloo couldn’t help but feel a little afraid. Applebloom looked as if she felt the same. She tried to hide it, but Scootaloo could tell.
Sweetie Bell’s sister took her out of school on Wednesday, and made her stay at home pagina ever since. Everypony had a growing suspicion that something wasn't right and the feelings were simply bouncing between the ponies, amplifying. Applebloom knew the secret was falling apart. She couldn’t eat, she couldn’t sleep. The constant anxiety that any moment her and Pinkie could be found out made it almost impossible for Applebloom to do anything. All the while she tried as best she could to prepare herself for the weekend. When she would take her first pony without Pinkies help. Somehow, the thought of the dark basement and the clean, arranged tools calmed her. It was her special talent. The basement is where she belonged. Thinking about where she would cut her pony first practically filled Applebloom with ecstasy.
When Friday arrived, Applebloom stopped door Sugarcube Corner after school to see which pony would become delicious cupcakes for the following week. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, the klok, bell above the door ringing, announcing her presence.
Pinkie’s voice called out from the kitchen: “Sorry were closed.”
Applebloom headed for the keuken-, keuken her hooves knocking lightly on the wooden floor. “It’s me! Applebloom!” The filly walked through the door to the kitchen.
“Oh goodie!” Pinkie said, “Now we can see who’s next.” Pinkie had already prepared the raffle machine, the skin bound book lying volgende to it on the counter.
Applebloom jumped up on the counter as Pinkie began cranking the drum around and around. A soft rustling came from the churning slips of paper. Around and around the drum spun. Pinkie flipped the switch and a single strip of paper came flying out. Applebloom caught it as it floated to the ground and read the number: “63.” Pinkie opened the book and began thumbing through the pages. Applebloom was excited to hear who it was, she was practically giddy. A huge smile plastered on her face while she watched Pinkie flip through pages.
“Here we are.” Pinkie finally finding the right page halfway through the book. “Looks like it’s...” Pinkie held up the book for Applebloom to see “Applejack!”
The smile on Applebloom’s face melted as she stared at the picture of her sister on the page. “63” was written below the picture in bold red, it was unmistakable and unchangeable. appeldrank, applejack would be Applebloom’s volgende victim.
“What fun this will be! I sure hope appeldrank, applejack is better company than regenboog Dash.” Pinkie returned the raffle machine and book to their cupboard. “What do u think regenboog Dash?” Pinkie turned to a corner of the room.
Applebloom followed Pinkies gaze and saw the stuffed regenboog Dash. Her once lean and smooth body was now lumpy and off-center. Pinkies sewing job barely held the blood stained skin together. Even in death her face was twisted in a pained expression. Applebloom even noticed a faint smell of urine emanating from the mottled doll. Pinkie carried on her conversation with the long dead regenboog Dash.
Applebloom interrupted Pinkies monologue of ‘party planing’. “I gotta get going home pagina now Pinkie.”
Pinkie looked up remembering Applebloom’s presence. “Okie Dokie Loki! but before u go...” Pinkie retrieved a koekje, cupcake from the counter. “Don’t forget to give this to Applejack, she’s one tough pony!”
Applebloom reluctantly took the cupcake, knowing it would zeehond, seal her dear sisters fate to become a confection. “Just be sure to give it to her tomorrow morning and I’ll help u bring her back here for the party!” Pinkie stood on her hind legs arms in the air, a jubilant expression on her face. Without another word Applebloom turned and left Sugarcube corner.

Applebloom woke up early the volgende day. Her long walk home pagina had gegeven her time to plan how she would deliver the cupcake. She decided it would be best to add the koekje, cupcake in with a breakfast for her sister. Before heading to the keuken-, keuken Applebloom made sure to cover her cutie mark in make-up like she had been doing all week. tonen it off might get her caught, so she decided keeping it hidden was best. After making sure her cutie mark was thoroughly covered, Applebloom got to work to prepare the meal before her sister woke up. Ten minuten later appeldrank, applejack awoke to the sound of pots and pans clanging in the kitchen. She made her way to the kitchen.
“What in carnation are u up to this early in the mornin’?” appeldrank, applejack asked, clearly irritated.
Applebloom stepped away from the tafel, tabel as she placed the last plate down. “I made u breakfast, sis!” Applebloom feigned a benevolent smile.
appeldrank, applejack was surprised to say the least, she took a zitplaats, stoel at the tafel, tabel and eyed the egg and spek breakfast with a cupcake. “Well that’s mighty kind of u Applebloom, but what’s the koekje, cupcake for?” She asked suspiciously.
“I made it for u yesterday, and I was going to give it to u last night for desert but I forgot. So I figured u could have it with breakfast instead!” Applebloom lied easily.
appeldrank, applejack shrugged, wolfing down the meal in almost no time. “I don’t usually like sweets with breakfast but since u made it I’ll make an exception.” appeldrank, applejack ate the devious koekje, cupcake in a single bite.
Applebloom stood there and smiled, trying to hide her mixed feelings of what she knew had to be done.
appeldrank, applejack got up from the tafel, tabel “Thanks kiddo, now its off to the orchard for me.” She zei as she headed for the front door of the farm house.
She opened the door and was greeted door the cheerful face of Pinkie Pie. “Hey Applejack! Ready to party?”
appeldrank, applejack stood for a moment confused. “What are u talkin’ about Pinkie....” appeldrank, applejack couldn’t finish her sentence. She felt so tired all of a sudden, she couldn’t stop herself. appeldrank, applejack slumped over asleep in the doorway.
“Ya, you’re ready.” Pinkie answered herself.
“Come along Applebloom I already got a kar, winkelwagen to bring her to Sugarcube Corner.” Pinkie lifted appeldrank, applejack into the waiting kar, winkelwagen near the porch. Applejack’s dead weight landed on the wooden planks with a dull thud. Applebloom closed the door behind her and got in the back of the kar, winkelwagen with her sister.
“And we don’t want anypony seeing her.” Pinkie was almost singing the words as she pulled a tan cloth over Applejack. With that Pinkie got in front of the kar, winkelwagen and began pulling it down the road into Ponyville.
The ride to town went door fast despite how nervous Applebloom was getting. She always felt nervous when they had to bring a pony through town. All was going smoothly until Scootaloo spotted Applebloom on top, boven of the cart.
She sped over on her scooter. “Hey Applebloom whats under the sheet?”
Applebloom was startled door Scootaloo’s sudden appearance and fell over onto the cloth. “Oh this? It’s just... uh... Apples!” Applebloom patted her sister beneath the cloth hoping Scootaloo would buy it.
“Apples? What for?” Scootaloo was easily keeping pace with the singing and skipping Pinkie Pie pulling the cart.
“They’re for... Special cupcakes I'm making with Pinkie.” Applebloom realized that last one wasn't entirely a lie either.
“Apples in cupcakes? That's weird.” Scootaloo avoided passing ponies without even looking.
Applebloom was afraid Scootaloo was getting suspicious “Yeah... It was Pinkies idea. u know how random she can be.” Applebloom forced a slight laugh hoping Scootaloo would believe it.
“Ya, Pinkie Pie is pretty random sometimes. I’ll see u after your done right? We can try to get our cutie marks this afternoon!” Scootaloo’s voice got excited as it always does when she talks about getting her cutie mark.
“Of course! I’ll meet u at the club house.” Applebloom was relieved. The kar, winkelwagen hit a slight bump and Applebloom flew into the air before landing with a hard slaan, smack back onto the hard planks of the cart.
Scootaloo chuckled and veered her scooter away. Out of the corner of her eye Scootaloo suddenly caught a glimpse of what looked like a blond tail as the kar, winkelwagen turned around the back of Sugarcube Corner. Scootaloo came to a stop. Did she really just see what she thought she saw? She didn't know what to make of it, but in a way it made sense to her. Maybe her suspicions that Pinkie was hiding something were true. And if she was hiding something, what was she hiding? Scootaloo stood there in the straat trying to make up her mind whether of not she to tell somepony. But if she was wrong it would hurt Pinkie’s and Applebloom’s feelings.
Scootaloo finally decided. She would investigate herself and decide from there if her suspicions were warranted of just her being paranoid. She made her way across the straat towards Sugarcube Corner, hiding her scooter in the bushes in front of the building. She walked up the steps and tried the front door. It was locked. She went to the back, where there was a door leading to the basement, but it was locked too. The kar, winkelwagen Pinkie had been pulling laid empty nearby. Scootaloo began trying the windows one door one, keeping an eye out for anypony who might see her. She reached the last window on the right side of the building. Scootaloo tested it to see if it was locked and to her amazement the window rose. ‘Perfect.’ Scootaloo thought to herself as she climbed through the window avoiding the brass koekje, cupcake trophy that rested on the tafel, tabel just inside the window. She glided down to the floor, her hooves silently touching down. Scootaloo then began to crawl across the floor towards the kitchen.

appeldrank, applejack awoke to a tightening feeling on her hooves. “What the... Where am I?” appeldrank, applejack tried to get a look at her surroundings but found her head was fastened to something. She tried moving her legs and found they were similarly bound.
“Hey sis!” Applebloom’s voice called out from in front of Applejack. “I was worried u would wake up before we got u secured.” Applebloom climbed onto a stoel, kruk and came into Applejack’s field of vision.
“We?” appeldrank, applejack inquired, her memory before passing out still a little fuzzy.
Pinkie Pie finished tightening the last of the leather straps with a slight creak. “Now you're ready for your party Applejack!” Pinkie started dancing around the rack, but stopped abruptly. “You know what Applebloom? I forgot to go get flour today!” Pinkie headed towards the door of the dim basement. “You go ahead and enjoy the party with your big sis, I’ll be back in a flash!” With that Pinkie rushed out the door, slamming it behind her.
Applebloom turned to her sister, a slightly sad look upon her face “I’m sorry Applejack, I don't make the rules.” Applebloom pulled back the white cloth covering a tafel, tabel volgende to the rack, revealing the array of clean, shiny party tools.

Scootaloo heard a door slam somewhere downstairs as she investigated the kitchen. She quickly jumped into a nearby cupboard as footsteps came from beyond the door at the end of the keuken-, keuken that led to the basement. Scootaloo held the door to the cupboard slightly ajar to see who was coming up from the basement. The door flew open and Pinkie Pie came skipping and humming out. Scootaloo held her breath, praying she wouldn't be noticed. Fortunately, Pinkie was as oblivious as she was random, and she continued to skip through the keuken-, keuken and out the door. Scootaloo heard Pinkie leave through the front door and lock it behind her. Breathing a sigh of relief she exited the cupboard and began making her way down into the basement, where Pinkie had just come from.
Slowly she descended the wooden steps doing everything she could to keep from making a noise. Halfway down the dark stairs Scootaloo started hearing muffled words and groans. It sounded as if somepony was really mad. A sliver of light was coming from under a door at the bottom of the stairs. Scootaloo got closer, as she did the groans got louder. Whoever was angry before was now pleading. For what Scootaloo had no idea. She reached the door and stood there deciding whether of not she wanted to open it. A scream came from beyond the door. Scootaloo was chilled to the bone but she had to look, her curiosity and fear peaking. She slowly cracked open the door with a shaking hoof. The sight beyond the door shocked Scootaloo. She was paralyzed with fear. In the center of the room, illuminated door a single dim light, appeldrank, applejack was tied to a metal frame. Her flanks dripping an endless stream of red. Red streaks lined Applejack’s sides as blood trickled from her bleeding, secured wrists. Applebloom stood on a stoel, kruk just to the side of Applejack, something glinting in her hand. Applebloom pressed the object into Applejack’s arm. A new streak of red appeared as appeldrank, applejack moaned and pleaded for mercy.
Scootaloo had to tell someone. She started backing away from the door slowly, her eyes locked on the scene before her as Applebloom made another cut. Scootaloo’s back touched what felt like skin. She jumped holding her hooves to her mouth to suppress a scream. ‘This is it, Pinkie found me.’ She thought, slowly turning around. It was not Pinkie. The light was dim but even in this darkness Scootaloo recognized her hero, her idol.
“Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo exclaimed in a hushed tone. Scootaloo couldn’t help herself, she clung to regenboog Dash’s leg and began sobbing quietly “We have to get out of here, fast!” Scootaloo waited for a response but none came. “Rainbow Dash?” Scootaloo took a step back.
Her eyes now fully adjusted to the darkness, Scootaloo couldn't contain her scream this time. regenboog Dash’s mottled and bloodied skin was carelessly held together door thread and staples. Her eyes were decaying in her skull. The seams on her belly had begun to fall apart, revealing the stuffing inside. The scene was like some kind of sick, over-sized teddy bear.
“Scootaloo?” A soft voice rang through the darkness behind Scootaloo.
Scootaloo froze, the air seemed to get colder as she turned to see who had just called her name. Standing in the doorway, splattered with blood, was Applebloom.
Scootaloo’s only thought was that she had to escape. She had to get out of this place. She let out a seconde terrified scream as she bolted up the stairs away from Applebloom. Applebloom’s reflexes launched her vooruit, voorwaarts in hot pursuit. Scootaloo was going to get her found out.
“Scoot, wait!” Applebloom called out as she chased the filly up the stairs. Applebloom’s hart-, hart pounded with fear; Scootaloo couldn’t get outside.
Scootaloo reached the top, boven of the stairs, slamming the door open. She was still screaming in terror praying somepony would hear her.
The fillies raced through the kitchen, knocking over racks of pots and pans, knives falling and sticking into the floor. Scootaloo burst through the door into the front room and beelined for the unlocked window. Almost there, Scootaloo duif for the window flapping her wings as hard as she could. Scootaloo fell short as Applebloom caught hold of her hind leg and clung tightly. Scootaloo crashed into the bureau below the window. The bronze trophy rocked and fell to the floor with a resounding thud. All Scootaloo could do now was scream and pray somepony came.
Applebloom’s mind raced, ‘What do I do?’ she panicked. Scootaloo’s screams got louder and meer desperate. Applebloom couldn’t take the screaming: she had to shut up Scootaloo, and quickly. There was no other option. Applebloom grabbed the fallen trophy and raised it above her head. With a scream of her own Applebloom brought the heavy trophy down on Scootaloo’s head. Immediately silence overtook the room. Applebloom raised the trophy again and brought it down, this time the sounds of shattering bones rang out through the empty room. Applebloom’s fear was spilling over; she couldn’t stop, she couldn’t feel her arms. Again she raised the trophy up and brought down. Again and again, blood began squirting in all directions with each hit. Again still Applebloom continued smashing the lump on the ground. Each hit now only brought the sound of the trophy wetly smacking the wooden floor. Scootaloo’s head no longer existed, replaced door a crimson pool displaying Applebloom’s own distorted reflection. The blood of her friend rolled down her face coupled with chunks of bone and flesh. Applebloom dropped the trophy and fell backwards staring at the twitching body of Scootaloo.
Suddenly Applebloom started laughing. She knew she shouldn’t find this funny but for some reason Scootaloo’s body swimming in a pool of blood was the funniest thing she had ever seen. The laughter kept coming, the longer she laughed the funnier it became. Applebloom started splashing her hooves in the growing ring of scarlet. Applebloom continued laughing, gleefully hopping around in the puddle, splattering herself with blood.
“You understand right? of course u do!” Applebloom was still skipping around Scootaloo’s body. “I mean this is my special talent after all, u had no right to get me caught.” Applebloom stopped and got up close to where Scootaloo’s head had once been. “That’s right. This is my special talent, I shouldn't feel bad about it.” Applebloom raised her head, she finally felt free of all the nervousness and fear she had about what she did.
This was her special talent she was meant to do this, and no pony could take that away. Not even Scootaloo. Applebloom burst into another bout of laughter as a sense of catharsis washed over her. Applebloom no longer felt the slightest bit of apprehension of disgust. “I'm meant to do this.” She told herself over and over.

Pinkie heard an uproar of laughter as she unlocked the front door to Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie entered the front room and was greeted with the sight of Applebloom covered in blood dancing around the body of what she assumed was Scootaloo.
“What happened to Scootaloo? She looks a little a-head of herself.” Pinkie chuckled slightly at her own pun.
“Scootaloo was in the basement, then she tried to run away!” Applebloom’s smile was made all the meer visible door the fact her body was now the color of her hair.
“Good job catching her Applebloom, but what about Applejack?” Pinkie inquired.
Applebloom gave a short gasp. She had totally forgotten her sister was still strapped to the rack downstairs awaiting her dissection. “I totally forgot! I’ll go take care of her now, but what about the mess?” Applebloom glanced over to Scootaloo’s body which had finally stopped twitching.
“Don’t u worry about that, I’ll clean it up while u have some quality time with your sister.” Pinkie had already gotten out a mop and started cleaning up the pool which had formed.
Applebloom gleefully bounced off towards the basement, excited to share her new resolution with her sister.
appeldrank, applejack heard heavy hoof steps coming down the stairs. She prayed Scootaloo had gotten away and she was saved. A red hoof pushed the door open. Applejack’s hart-, hart filled with relief and happiness, it was Big Macintosh. The rest of the pony appeared behind the hoof and Applejack’s hart-, hart sank even lower than it had before. It was Applebloom, but she was covered from head to toe in what could only be Scootaloo.
“Sorry it took me so long sis, Scootaloo and I had a minor disagreement.” Applebloom jumped back up on her stoel, kruk in front of Applejack.
“You ain’t no sister of mine!” appeldrank, applejack yelled, disgusted that this creature in front of her could have ever been related to her. “My sister is sweet and kind! You’re just a monster.” appeldrank, applejack struggled against the restraints some more, but like with all the ponies before her they held strong.
“That hurts Applejack.” Applebloom wiped some of the blood from her flank. “Ya see? This is my special talent! Aren’t u proud big sis?” Applebloom turned sideways to toon her cutie mark.
appeldrank, applejack was stunned, how could such a horrible thing be anypony’s special talent?
“You know sis, I always did like your hair...” Applebloom selected a paring mes from the nearby table. “Mind if I have it? I mean, u wont be needing it anymore.” Without waiting for a response Applebloom dug the blade into Applejack’s head.
appeldrank, applejack clenched her teeth groaning and gritting her teeth as the steel separated the skin from her skull, scraping the bone. appeldrank, applejack clenched her teeth so tight they hurt, and tears streamed from her eyes. Her head was on fire. appeldrank, applejack couldn’t hold it back. She let out a scream as Applebloom ripped the last of her sisters scalp off.
“You sure take good care of your hair sis.” Applebloom marveled as she placed the bloody wig on her own head.
Blood streamed into Applejack’s eyes, turning the already foreboding basement into a red tinted hell of stinging and burning pain. Applebloom slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and picked up a battery with wires attached that was hidden under the table.
“I always wondered what would happen if i did this to just one part of a pony.” Applebloom retrieved a box of nails from the same location as the battery. “Pinkie likes to do this to an entire body, but that makes it go too fast in my opinion.”
Applebloom stabbed a nail into her sister’s upper arm. appeldrank, applejack whimpered and her body recoiled in their restraints. Blood from Applejack’s head splattered on the floor. Applebloom stabbed another nail into her sister’s arm, lower down than the first.
“You don’t have to do this sugar cube!” appeldrank, applejack pleaded.
“Of course I do! This is what I was meant to do!” Applebloom retorded condescendingly.
Applebloom connected a wire to each nail. Sparks flew as the connection was completed. appeldrank, applejack screamed as her arm spasmed uncontrollably against the tight leather restraints. Her arm was nearly bending backwards with each successive spasm as blood began to pour steadily from under the restraint where her skin was being worn away.
“Isn’t this fun sis?” Applebloom could barely contain her excitement. Applejack’s muscles had begun tensing so hard she couldn’t even scream. “You know, I think we need meer power...” Applebloom unhooked the wires around the nails. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere now.”
With that she leapt off her stoel, kruk and disappeared behind the rack. Applejack’s muscles began to relax, she opened her mouth and inhaled sharply. Her tensed throat had almost suffocated her. Wheezing and whimpering, appeldrank, applejack couldn’t think. The only thing in her mind was the burning of the red hot nails in her arm and the stinging of her bleeding, exposed skull. appeldrank, applejack heard squeaking wheels and the sound of metal grating on concrete. Applebloom’s re-appeared before her, slowly dragging a small generator behind her.
Applebloom flipped a switch and yanked at the starter cord. It took her a few tries, but she finally got it started. A monstrous roar filled the basement as the generator burst to life. Applebloom jumped back on her stool, metallic clamps in hand.
“Now this will really be shocking!” Applebloom yelled over the roar of the generator attaching one of the connections.
A devious smile crept over Applebloom’s face as she attached the seconde clamp to the nail. Instantly Applejack’s arm jumped to life, writhing harder and faster than before. The smell of burning flesh wafted over Applebloom’s nose as the nails turned kers-, cherry red under the current. Harder and harder Applejack’s arm writhed. Then a loud snap rang out as Applejack’s tensed muscles broke the bone in her arm. Still Applejack’s arm writhed under the current, causing a bone to burst through the skin of her arm, spraying meer blood across Applebloom’s face. Quickly Applebloom cut the current and turned off the generator. appeldrank, applejack had passed out cold.
“We can’t have u sleeping through this...” Applebloom mumbled as she poked around a drawer in the tafel, tabel for Pinkie’s syringes.
Pinkie’s lesson rang in Applebloom’s head ‘If they pass out all u need to do is poke them in the hart-, hart with this and voila! Good as new!’ Applebloom took aim and stabbed the needle deep into her sisters chest. Satisfied she had hit her mark she pressed the plunger, dispensing all the epinephrine directly into Applejack’s blood stream. appeldrank, applejack quickly began to regain consciousness.
“And just to be sure it doesn’t happen again...” Applebloom removed a vial from the drawer and refilled the syringe. appeldrank, applejack tried to protest but her throat muscles had completely ceased functioning. appeldrank, applejack could only bite her lip and cry as Applebloom pushed the needle into her hart-, hart once again and delivered a seconde dose of epinephrine.
“Now u won’t fall asleep any more. It’s rude to sleep at your own party, u know.” Applebloom replaced the syringe and bottle before selecting a new scalpel. “You’re lots of fun to hang out with sis.” Applebloom cut into her sisters electrocuted arm. “I’m going to get this out of here for you.”
Applebloom worked her mes around the splintered bone protruding from the arm. Applejack’s throat had still not yet recovered, She groaned and sobbed. Saliva poured from Applejack’s mouth and snot ran from her nose mixing together with the blood to form an almost jello consistency before falling and plopping on the ground. Applebloom made a final cut down the length of the arm before pulling out the bone. It had shattered in the middle. Blood flowed freely from the gaping wound in Applejack’s arm.
“Pinkie added a special treat to the rack u know.” Applebloom got down from her stoel, kruk and walked to the side of the frame that held Applejack. “It was mostly her idea but I helped make it.”
Applebloom lowered a bar that was hidden inside the frame. The bar rested in the center of Applejeck’s back. Applebloom unlatched a ratchet at the side the frame and pivoted it until appeldrank, applejack found herself staring up at the dim light gently swaying above.
“It’s really cool actually.” Applebloom grabbed hold of a lever attached to the frame. She had to stand on her stoel, kruk to still be able to look down on her sister. “As I pull this the bar go down but the rack doesn’t move.”
She gave the lever a little tug. A loud metallic click rang in Applejack’s ears as the rack spleet, split in half. The two halves of the rack adopted a new angle, descending slightly towards the floor. The bar was now firmly pressed into the middle of Applejack’s back. Applejack’s eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen she tried and tried to scream of plead. The only noise she emitted was a gargling in her throat as she began to choke on her own spit and snot.
Applebloom gave the lever two tugs this time. Lower the ends of the rack descended. The bar pressed harder against Applejack’s spine, stretching her abdomen slightly as her spine started to hyper extend.
“Isn’t this interesting sis?” Applebloom enthusiastically chimed as she pulled the lever three times.
appeldrank, applejack could hear her back creaking under the pressure. Her arms and legs pulled tight against the restraints, numbing her extremities. A series of loud pops signaled when Applejacks remaining shoulder popped out of its socket. Her hips joints followed suit with similar pops. appeldrank, applejack felt as if burning needles had been shoved into her sockets. A slight droning scream made its way through the fluids that now filled Applejack’s throat.
“Pop goes the weasel.” Sang applebloom as she yanked the lever four meer times.
Applejack’s spine snapped, her body was now at a ninety degree angle. appeldrank, applejack felt sick. She defecated and vomited simultaneously. She could no longer even open her eyes. The room filled with the smell of bile and feces, mixing with the already strong scent of blood.
“But wait,” appeldrank, applejack heard her sister’s joyous tone through the ringing that now filled her ears “There’s more!”
Again Applebloom pulled the lever, this time she didn't bother to count. This was to much fun to ruin it with numbers. Applebloom pulled and pulled, her sisters body bending further and further. meer feces were forced out of her sister as the two ends of the racks came closer and closer to meeting each other.
A burning sensation, like she was filled with hot embers engulfed appeldrank, applejack as everything began to fade. ‘It won't be much longer now,’ she thought. Applebloom was now pulling the lever as fast as she could. Applejack’s legs began to make loud snaps as the tendons were stretched farther than they could stand. Her broken arm began ripping without the support of a bone. As appeldrank, applejack began fading into darkness she felt her abdomen tear open from the pressure of the bar against her shattered spine, her organs pouring out of her body like water. The last words appeldrank, applejack heard were those of her sister “See, wasn’t that a fun party sis?” Then it all faded to black, and appeldrank, applejack was no more.