You’re probably thinking that I’m riffing this because I hate it, or because it has Dinky, or something like that. And I’d say that you’re right but....you’re not. I just really wanted to riff with grown-up Dinky.

So I searched around and remembered this one. Perfect story for the two of us to take out, don’t ya think?

So because I suck with intros, here’s Dinky Abuse.

        twow: Come on Dinky, this is serious. What all do you remember?

        Dinky: I told you twow! Spike and I came and said hi, and then we left!

        twow: Are you SURE?

        Dinky: Yup!

        twow: (sighs) Alright I guess. Go on back upst-

        (The lab doors slam shut and lock)

        twow: ...or stay down here while I yell at Pinkie.

        Pinkie: (from TV) Aww, why would you do that?

        twow: Pinkie, is this a riff?

        Pinkie: Of cou-oh. Oops.

        twow: Yeah. Figured out your mistake now, didn’t ya?

        Pinkie: Guess I better let her out. Sorry T!

        twow: It’s fine Pinkie. Make it snappy! (snaps fingers)

        Dinky: I wonder what the rif-(sparks fly from her horn)

        twow: Uh, Dinky?

        (Dinky’s horn flashes and covers her with light, leaving a teenaged mare in her place)

        Dinky: Ugh. What the...

        twow: Oh damn. That age gun had worse of an effect then I thought.

        Dinky: What are you talking about?

        twow: Your younger self doesn’t remember your older self, and vice versa.

        Dinky: Huh. Last thing I rememberd was being in here.

        twow: My point exactly. Good thing ponies can’t snap their hooves...

        Pinkie: Hi grown up Dinky! Wanna riff something with T?

        twow: She do-

        Dinky: Why not?

        twow: Damn it. What is it Pinkie?

        Pinkie: It’s called “Dinky Abuse!”

        twow: You hate me, don’t you?

        Pinkie: Just the opposite! Have fun!

        *BUZZ*

        twow and Dinky: We’ve got story sign!

                YAY!!! Even more Dinky abuse!

        Dinky: So, this has happened before?

        twow: No idea. I’ve never read this guy’s stories.

 In this story it doesn’t matter how the fuck I got into Equestria, how the fuck I get away with this shit, or even why the hell Dinky is home alone in the first place.

        twow: Because heaven forbid we have a actual STORY.

 All that matters is that loveable, baby unicorn getting raped, abused, tortured, and murdered by me. So, without further adieu, let’s get started shall we? Ahem....

        I was walking around outside on this cold, rainy night for one reason, and one reason only, to "Play" with that beautiful, baby, unicorn filly I had spent so much time watching.

        Dinky: Not liking his tone.

        twow: He’s gonna play “Hide and Seek.”

 Now, it seemed, I had the perfect opportunity to fulfill my dark desires while her mother was away for some reason I don't give a shit about.

        twow: Prolly doing the mail.

        Dinky: This late?

        twow: Have you SEEN your mom on a bad day?

        Dinky: Well, that’s true.

I was a typical male, average height, medium length, black hair, wearing a red tee shirt, camouflaged back pack, blue jeans, black tennis shoes, and black sunglasses, a black handkerchief around my face, concealing it and a silver necklace with an amulet in the shape of a pentagram.

        twow: He’s a human red-and-black pony. Ew.

 Anyway, I approached her house from the rear, (Thank god, it was next to a forest.) and from my back pack, I pulled out a lock pick.

        I crept up to the back door and slid the lock pick into place, being extra careful to hold it steady, so it didn't break. After fumbling with it for a few seconds I heard a satisfying click, signaling my success.

        Dinky: Why in the fuck does he even HAVE lockpicks?

        twow: The reason? (brained by Dinky)

 I put the lock pick into my blue jeans pocket and snuck inside, being sure to keep low to avoid detection. A lightning strike out side lit up the dark room and I saw I was in a kitchen. I ducked behind a white table and peered out into the living room.

        twow: Some of these details seem...

        Dinky: Not really needed?

        twow: Let’s go with that.

        The living room had brown, shag carpeting, and white paint on the walls. The walls had a border going around the top and bottom that had a green background, with blueberry muffins dancing around along it. Against the wall was a big, soft, white sofa with 2 muffin shaped pillows on it.

        Dinky: Huh.

        twow: Not really how it really looks, huh?

        Dinky: You live here. Why are you asking that?

 Across from the sofa was a normal sized plasma screen T.V. tuned to a filly's cartoon channel. And in front of the T.V. watching intently, was my ultimate prize, Dinky Hooves, the light purple unicorn filly. She looked so beautiful, sitting in front of the T.V. eating a bowl of chocolate ice cream.

        twow: Pssh. Vanilla is better.

        A sick, sadistic smile crept onto my face and my mouth started to water, I had to hold myself back so I didn't charge right in, I had to be careful. I looked back around and saw, to my frustration, an adult mare sitting on the sofa. She was a light, almost mint green unicorn, with a short green mane and tail and a lyre cutie mark.

        twow: Oh Hai Lyra!

        Dinky: She’s gonna die, isn’t she?

        twow: What clued you into that?

        Dinky: The title.

         I thought about adding her to my little "play time" but decided against it, she was an unnecessary risk, getting in the way of my goal.

        Dinky: Called it.

        twow: Oh hush.

 I quietly unzipped my back pack and pulled out a small box. I opened the box and pulled out an unloaded Colt M1911, a silencer, and a magazine, containing about five shots. I never really expected to use it, but I was glad I decided to bring it along, makes things simpler.

        twow: Really? A fucking pistol?

        Dinky: I know right? He shoulda brought a shotgun!

        I quickly and quietly assembled the gun and slid the clip into place. I cocked it, took aim at the green mare's head, gave a quiet chuckle, and gently pulled the trigger. Only moments later the bullet made contact with its target, cleanly striking her in the temple and going out the other. The mare's blood and bits of brain splashed up against the wall, just as Dinky turned around.

        twow: I don’t know, shotgun might have been overkill.

        Dinky: Eh.

        "Mrs.Lyra? Mrs.Lyra? What’s wrong? Please answer me. I'm scared." Dinky said to the corpse, being too young to understand the art of murder.

        Dinky: I’m pretty sure I’d know what blood is!

        twow: And the fact that it’s everywhere.

 I clicked the safety on and started to walk calmly into the living room with a horrible smile on my face. Dinky just saw me and said "Mister please! You have to help me! Something is wrong with Mrs.Lyra!" I just started laughing and kicked Dinky in the chest, sending her flying across the room, into the wall.

        twow: “GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!!” (punted by Dinky)

        With a thud she impacted and started crying and shouting "Why mister? Why? I've never done anything to you!" I walked up to her and laughed as I started to unzip my pants, pulling my dick out.

        Dinky: “Mister, there’s nothing there!”

        twow: Oh god, I’m proud of you.

I chuckled as Dinky tried to run away, screaming I might add, but only to be backed into a corner where all she could do was cower in fear.

        "I love it when they fight back!" I said and then I reached down and grabbed her. The little filly started to squirm and struggle but was too weak to do anything to stop me. I carried her over to the couch, pushed the dead body out of the way, sat down, and positioned the screaming filly above my dick.

        twow: “Dive! Dive! Dive!”

 I slowly lowered her waist down to it, but she ended up kicking me in the stomach. I just laughed and punched her across the face, knocking out a tooth.

        “Stop squirming you fucking whore! If you kick me again I will fucking kill you! Slowly!" I yelled at her, she stopped fighting and I lowered her down to my dick and slid it into her.

        Dinky: He slid it in that easily?

        twow: Huh. I’m surprised he didn’t detail how much it took.

 I came across an obstruction so I decided to burst her hymn slowly, making her feel every last bit of the delightful pain. She screamed in agony as my dick busted through her hymn, sending blood dribbling out of her vagina.

        Dinky: His dick tore through my song?

        twow: It’s the little things that keep ya going.

 I took one of my fingers and used it to scoop up some of the blood, which I then brought up to Dinky's face and said "Lick it!" at first she started whimpering and shook her head no, but I just shouted "DO IT OR I WILL FUCKING MELT YOUR FACE OFF WITH A MOTHER FUCKING LIGHTER!

        twow: Because THAT’S logical.

        Dinky: Dumbass.

" she just nodded and wrapped her tongue around my finger, and began to suck on it.

        Dinky: “And then bit it off, causing him immense pain.”

        twow: Would you really...

        Dinky: YES.

         I was sitting down, so I was using her as one would use a flesh light, manually gliding her across my dick. Her young pussy was so tight that it felt like it was mildly constricting my penis, but, it felt so good I felt the all to familiar sensation of a pressure building up in my dick.

        twow: “I’d only ever felt this when I masterbated.”

 I Thrusted a little harder, hearing Dinky let out a whiny Humph! Every time my waist impacted hers. And then, right before I came I pulled out , brought her face down to my dick, held open one of her eyes, and blew a thick stream of semen into her young, filly right eye.

        twow and Dinky: Aw, FUCK!

        twow: Okay, it’s official. This guy is not human.

        I laughed hysterically when she started to bawl from the sheer pain and agony. The sound of her agony filled screams started to arouse me again and my dick became erect once more.

        "What’s wrong? Is the whittle filly saddy waddy?" I said in a mocking tone,

        Dinky: “Does da wittle human wanna die?”

 I set her crumpled form upon the coach and walked over to the bowl of ice cream she was eating earlier. I then walked back over to her, grabbed her, and began to have sweet, sensual sex with her as I had one only moments ago, only this time was different, this time I was plowing hr young ass.

        twow: Then what was the point of getting the ice cream?

        Dinky: His sweet tooth started to act up.

        Her screams became twice as loud as my large member eviscerated her anal passage. I watched as blood, and a small amount of feces started to drip out of her rectum.

        twow: Well, that’s nasty.

        Dinky: What the hell, did I have diarrhea?!

 Just what I wanted, once my dick was fully covered in her shit and blood I poured the now melted ice cream onto my raging boner and said "Would the whittle baby wike a whittle snaky waky?" in the same mocking tone as before.

        twow: Can I stab him?

        Dinky: Get to the back of the line.

        She shook her head no as vigorously as she could, but I didn't care, I lowered her head towards my shit/chocolate/blood covered dick and said "If you bite, I will ass rape you again."

        twow and Dinky: BITE IT! BITE IT!

Dinky nodded and I said "Good girl!" as I forced my dick into her mouth. I heard her choke and gag as my putrid cock entered her mouth, but by now she knew better than to throw up or spit my cock out. I glided her young, filly throat across my erect penis and told her to use her tongue.

        Dinky: As opposed to her using her nose.

        twow: Hai “Blueblood” flashbacks.

        She made an MmHm sound and I felt her start desperately licking my dick head with her tongue. It felt so good I soon felt the familiar pre orgasm pressure in my dick and I pulled out, held her other eye (The one I hadn't jizzed in.) and released my load into her good, left eye.

        twow: Not even laser surgery is gonna fix THAT one.

        Dinky: I’ll just get glasses.

        I laughed as she fell to the floor crying in pain, and for good measure, I kicked her in the side, not hard enough to break her ribs, but only to bruise her. I set my back pack out to get the materials for the next part of play time, seeing as to how I had to wrap things up before her mom came home. So I pulled up my pants, and retrieved my "Toys".

twow: Crayon, building blocks, a toy flashlight, five sheets of white paper and a rubber chicken.

        Out of my bag I pulled out a piece of red chalk, five candles, a roll of duct tape, a cigarette lighter, a blow torch, a silver knife, a jar of goat's blood, a rather large silver chalice, a small jar of gasoline, a silver platter, and a silver fork and dinner knife.

Dinky: You suck at guessing games.

        twow: Bluh.

        I looked to make sure that Dinky was still there, and she was, her crumpled, broken form looked so cute lying battered and beaten on the floor.

        twow: Where in the FUCK was she gonna go?!

Dinky: And did you forget the part when you reamed me raw and jizzed in BOTH my eyes?!

 Anyway, I drew a pentagram on the floor, and put a candle at each point on it. I lit the candles with the lighter and tossed it aside. I then walked over to Dinky, picked her up, and carried her over to the pentagram and taped her down to it, with her legs spread wide open.

        twow: Heh. Don’t even have to say it this time.

        Dinky: The hell is with the pentagram.

        twow: Apparently he’s sacrificing you to Satan. Oh joy.

I then took a small orange out of my back pack and started to insert it into her anus. Dinky squealed in agony as the acidic fruit was being forced into her already bleeding rectum.

        Dinky: Would that even fit?

        twow: Don’t look at me.

        After the orange was squeezed up inside her ass, I pulled out a bag of silver dust and a bag full of dead rats. I then dumped the silver dust onto the floor and proceeded to roll the dead rats in it, covering them with the impure metal.

        twow: (singing) “Rollin’ Rollin’ Rollin’ on the river!” (smacked by Dinky)

I then took the silver dust covered rats and showed them to the sobbing filly. She managed to lift her head up and watched in horror as I shoved the rats up her vagina.

        Dinky: Hm. How about FUCK NO.

        twow: There’s the rage.

 Dinky started screaming in such horror that I felt myself getting hard again. I finished shoving the five dead rats into her young pussy and then unzipped my pant again.

        twow: I really need to get me a pant.

        Dinky: They’re on sale right now.

        She started to cry even louder as I started fucking her pussy once more, each thrust sending the dead rats further up into her vagina. I looked down at the broken filly before me and took in her cuteness.

        Dinky: Hey! My cuteness is MINE!

        twow: Well...

        Dinky: I’m cute, right?

        twow: Uh...

        Dinky: (puppy eyes)

        twow: HGN.

        Dinky: Thanks for the answer.

 Her blonde mane, her soft, tender purple fur, her horn, it was all so much to take in I felt myself on the verge of orgasm really quickly. Then, one of the dead rat's tails managed to get shoved up my urethra, sending me over the edge. I pulled out and shot my seed all over Dinky's stomach.

        twow: He’s gonna pull a Twilight, isn’t he?

        Dinky: What?

        twow: Don’t worry about it.

        After I finished up I zipped up my pants and proceeded with the ritual. Now that the sacrifices had been put into her genitals, I took my blowtorch, lit it, and brought it towards Dinky's vagina. I started drooling as the flame made contact with her ass hole, cauterizing it shut.

        Dinky: What the hell?!

        twow: I guess you could say that you have a real hot ass. (smacked by Dinky)

 Dinky screamed in agony "MAKE IT STOP!" she shouted over and over again. I just started laughing so hard I was barely able to keep the blowtorch steady, but I managed.

        Dinky: This person has no soul.

        twow: I think I ate it. Tasted like crushed dreams.

        After her ass was melted shut, I moved up to her rat filled vagina. Dinky yelled "PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THAT!" but I just laughed and started to melt her slit anyway.

        twow: Damn. He’s on fire! (choked by Dinky)

        Dinky: STOP NOW.

 She writhed in unspeakable pain, endless agony, for her, time ceased to exist. The only thing that she could think of was the endless burning of the white hot fire, (Can anyone guess what that line was taken from? lol) until with a laugh I said "All done!" and removed the blowtorch, flicking it off.

        twow: The real question is, do we care?

        Dinky: We don’t.

        I then took the jar of goat's blood, opened it, and started to dab my fingers in it and then flick all over Dinky as I yelled "Lord Satan blessith this most worthy sacrifice I present to you! Please enjoy doing as I hath done only mere moments ago to this little filly for all eternity!" and then I dumped the rest of the goat's blood all over her face and chest.

        Dinky: My afterlife’s gonna suck.

        twow: I C WAT U DID THAR. (thrown by Dinky) Why are you so MEAN?!

        Dinky started to scream as I took the silver knife and lowered it towards her chest. She started crying in pain once more as I drug the knife down her chest, ending at her luscious vagina. I then made two incisions on the top and bottom of the first one, making the shape of an "I"

        twow: Oh! I get it!

        Dinky: Oh, fucking STOP IT!

 I then took a pillow off of the couch and used it to prop Dinky's head up, forcing her to watch as I cut out her organs.

        I then pulled the two flaps of flesh away, making a sickening sound. Dinky stopped screaming, and started to cry, not out of pain, or fright, but from sadness.

        Dinky: No, I’m sure I’d be crying from the fucking pain.

She knew she was going to die, and she didn't want to. I then took the knife and cut off Dinky's eyelids so she was forced to watch. I then took the knife and started to, with surgical precision, cut out her kidneys. I lifted each one up and with a smile showed them to Dinky's horrified eyes.

        twow: This guy’s like the Marty Stu of psychotic dreams.

        Dinky: Princess Luna would have a field day.

 I then put them on the silver platter. I then proceeded to do the same for her liver, pancreas,  bladder, intestines, colon, and various other organs, making sure she got a good look at them.

        Dinky: How am I not dead? HOW?

        twow: Plot wanted you alive, so you live.

        It was finally time to let Dinky go into the sweet embrace of Lord Satan, so I cut out her lungs, showed them to her, and then brought he in for a deep, passionate kiss as she suffocated to death. My tongue explored her young mouth, tasting her tongue, cheeks, and throat, until I felt her heart stop beating. I then lifted the kiss and engaged with the next phase.

        Dinky: Geez. Thank the princesses that I’m fucking dead.

        twow: Probably the only time you’ll say that.

        I took the platter over to the couch with the silverware, turned on a comedy station on Dinky's T.V., and proceeded to feast upon Dinky's young, filly organs as I watched Reno 9-1-1. I bit down into her organs slowly, savoring the juicy, bitter taste.

        twow: “Tastes like chicken!”

        Dinky: EVERYTHING that’s fucked up tastes like that. It’s a law.

 I didn't know which organs I was eating at once because I sliced them all up into small pieces and started eating random pieces together at once. It tasted simply divine as Rarity would put it. It tasted so good that before long it was all gone.

        twow: “Ah well. Dust in the wind.”

        I then went back to Dinky's body, took the silver knife, and cut out Dinky's heart. I then put her young, pure heart into the silver chalice, sprinkled goat's blood and silver dust on it, poured a tad bit of gasoline onto it, and then I took the lighter and watched it burn.

        twow: (singing): “I fell into a burnin ring of fire..”

        Dinky: It’s not even worth hitting you.

 As it burned, beautifully, I started to chant "Hail O' Satan, Hail!" over and over and over again until the fire went out, leaving a black mush behind. Then, as a last act of praise to my dark lord I picked up the chalice, and proceeded to drink the black, mushy, ashes, savoring the taste, it tasted of Satan's dark love.

        Dinky: How would he know what that tastes like?

        twow: He’s Satan’s bitch.

        I proceeded to pick up my sacrificial items, the knife, chalice, platter ECT. and put them into my bag. I left Dinky's body there for Derpy to find upon her arrival home. Then, I pulled down my pants and took a runny, diarrhea shit into Dinky's now empty chest; I then turned around and pissed into it also.

        twow: “Hey look! Dinner and a toilet!” (smacked by Dinky)

        Dinky: YOU don’t have a soul either!

        twow: I only have shreds. Blame Fallen for that.

I tore off a piece of her tail, used it to wipe my ass with, leaned down and kissed her corpse, ate her tongue straight from her mouth, and then walked over to Lyra's body and examined it. It was in fine condition, so I decided to take it for later amusement.

        Dinky: “I had the latest edition of Dance Dance Revolution.”

 As I was about to leave I took one last look at my work.

        I looked Dinky's corpse directly in the eyes and said

        "Boy, I really am an artist!" and then I made the long journey home.

        twow: Da Vinci you AIN’T.

                                        THE END.

        Dinky: About the fuck TIME.

        twow: Let’s head out.

Pinkie: (from TV) I’m sorry about that Dinky. Really.

Dinky: It’s alright Pinkie.

twow: Really?

Dinky: Yeah. It’s clear that it was a trollfic. Hell, it pretty much said that in the beginning!

twow: That, and half the stuff in this isn’t even possible. Or realistic.

Dinky: This author, I’d prefer to never read his stuff again.

twow: I can go ahead and second that.

(A voice is heard from upstairs)

Derpy: Dinky? Where are you?

Dinky: Oh shit. I think that I’m supposed to be meeting Sweetie Belle!

twow: Open the doors Pinks!

(The lab doors unlock and open)

Pinkie: Wait T! She’s still a teenager!

twow: Right, uh....I got it! (snaps fingers)

(Dinky shrinks down and shakes her head)

Dinky: Whoa, that was weird. Well, thanks twow! I’ll see you later!

(Dinky runs out of the lab)

twow: Phew. That was a close one.

Pinkie: You might wanna cure that T.

twow: I’ll figure it out. Until then, well I have another member of this family that like riffing.

Pinkie: That’s true. Until next time T!

twow: I’ll be waiting.

(Pinkie hits the button and the TV turns off with a blip.)