Pinkie pie was happily bouncing around. She would open cupboards and toss whatever she felt like over into a bowl on the counter. The concoction appeared a yellow-orange color. Pinkie didn’t care. She quickly tossed her brew into the oven and began bouncing back to the counter. It was getting late. The last customer left with pastries in hand. Pinkie began to count the money in the register. There was a ding from the kitchen. She happily bounced into the back room, and removed her dish. Somehow, without even willing it, pinkie had made muffins. She began to frost them with vibrant shades of yellow and green. She tossed the cupcakes in a plastic container, wrote “James’ order” on it, and headed over to make a dinner of her own. There was a sudden ding of the front door.

“Sorry sir, but we’re closed. If you wanna place an order, you can leave it with me and I’ll have it ready in the morning.”

Pinkie looked up from the register to see Big Macintosh standing as calm and cool as ever.
“Oh! Hey Mac! Come to pick up an order or something?” Pinkie said as energetic as ever.

“Ennnnope.” He simply replied.

“Is there business with the elements of harmony?” she asked.

Mac inched closer to the register and placed ten bits on the counter.

“I’d like to buy some o’ them chimmichangacherrymacallits.” Mac spoke.

Pinkie bent over the counter to get the coins. As she bent over, Mac slammed Pinkie’s head into the table as hard as he could. Pinkie looked up, a constant fountain of blood pouring from her nose. Her eyes began to water. Mac realized how loud pinkie was and immediately clamped her mouth.

“MMMMPHMM MPHMHHM!” Pinkie mumbled. Big Macintosh removed one hand from Pinkies mouth and slammed it in her throat. Pinkie welped and gagged. Mac removed his hands and told pinkie…

“If ya scream, Im gonna punch ya in the throat.” He walked into the kitchen and began to look around.

This kitchen was a sadist’s paradise. All the knives, the large blunt objects, the appliances, and the still warm, still toasty oven. Mac took a cheese grater, a large knife, a lighter, and a blender out into the main room.
“Wait here.” Mac ordered. He began walking up the steps. He took a guess as to which room was which, and kicked the door in to mister and misses cake’s room.
Downstairs, Pinkie sat crying in a corner. She didn’t know what was happening. Mac had always been so nice, so quiet, so…. Mac. She began to weep as she heard screams from upstairs.

“A KNIFE, A KNIFE!” no doubt it was mister cake.

“NOOOOO” his wails were heard. The sound of a body hitting the floor followed.

“What about me? Please mac…. Let me go…” Mrs. Cake pleaded.

The following noises Pinkie heard were that of an old, noisy mattress and crying. He had raped Mrs. Cake. Pinkie heard nothing, so she decided to look up from her counter. As she did, two bodies came tumbling down the stairs. Those of the cake twins. The two kids were bruised, bloodied, and had obviously been orally raped. Mac came down the stairs and turned his attention to Pinkie. Pinkie bowed her head and had a very rare moment of silence. Mac was on pinkie in an instant, forcing her to the floor with his powerful arms. He didn’t do anything sick yet. He just had sex with her. Plain and simple. Pinkie couldn’t help but enjoy herself. The feeling of Mac’s member inside of her was a strange and welcomed pleasure. She had had sex before, just not like this. So experienced. So loving, yet so rough. Pinkie was lost in exstacy as Mac pulled the knife out from behind her. As she began to moan, Mac stuck the knife right in her shoulder. The pain was unbearable, but Pinkie loved it. Mac took the lighter and forced it deep in her anus. He turned it on and Pinkie felt the pain immediately. She was no longer enjoying herself. Mac flipped a switch and removed his hand from the lighter, so it would still be on. Pinkie yelled. Mac did as he promised and punched pinkie in the throat. She gagged again. Mac took the grater and placed it on the side of her face. He began to move it, tearing Pinkie’s flesh and muscle from her face, She screamed in pain, but Mac let it slide. He plugged the blender in, and took each of pinkie’s hooves and stuck them in. she howled in pain, but she could no longer fight back. Mac was done with her. He had had his fun, and he kicked her in the side till she collapsed. He placed her, bloodied and out of breath, in the oven. Mac once again pleasured himself to the sight and smell of burning flesh. Pinkie was finished, and Mac took her out of the oven and wrapped her into the blanket with Rarity. Mac set off down the road once again.

End Act 3