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Warning: Chapter contains violent scenes. A warning is placed before and after the Cupcakes scene. It is not essential to the story.

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Pinkamena burst through the door to her room, a bag in her hooves and a small box on her back. She ran up to the small Alligator on her bed, “It’s here, it’s here!” she squealed with delight. The Alligator stared quietly in contrast to the pink pony’s hyper glee as she dropped the bag on the ground and threw the box on the bed. She turned to the gator and said

“Take a look Gummy it was just delivered.” scooping up the gator in hooves and shoving his snout against the box. Pinkamena ripped the tape from the box and flung it open; her eyes went wide with excitement.

Inside the box were a crown, necklace and 4 shoes painted gold. Low end gems lined the edges of the crown, necklace and sat on the buckles of the shoes. Only an appraiser could tell the difference between these and those worn by the royalty. Pinkamena stared at her new crown in with awe and began stroking it with her fore hoof. Placing it between her two fore hooves she walked on her hind legs over to the table in the center of her room where her 4 inanimate imaginary friends sat.

“I now crown myself Pinkamena Diane Pie, Party Princess of Ponyville” she said in a regal tone. She placed the crown upon her head listening to imagined thunderous applause of her four subjects.

“All Hail Pinkamena” Sir Lintsalot said.

Pinkamena began to put together her new outfit. She lowered her head and moved aside her hair wrapping the necklace around her bare neck; she then placed a gold shoe on each one of her hooves. Now for the final touch she thought. Smirking she turned the burlap sack on her floor. Opening it she pulled out a pink belt with a pair of pegasus wings stitched on it and a unicorns horn glued to a pink strap. The wings were from the only Pegasus she had gotten yet, Cloud Kicker’s feathers had been dyed Pinkamena pink. The Horn was from Pokey Peirce and the blue color painted to also match her coat. Stepping in front of the Mirror Pinkamena admired her new self.

To be a Princess, loved… no adored and respected. Everypony would want to be near me, speak with me and even fight over my time. Just to see me walk down a street would be an event to write their family about, instead of muttering an insult and moving away like I am diseased. Pinkamena dreamed staring at her reflection. My Palace filled with statues, ornaments and chandeliers of real gold and jewels. She ran a hoof over her fake necklace. A massive ballroom filled with guests, not just nobility but anypony. Hundreds of rooms for her guests, her parties could go on for days. Finally her own dungeon with all the latest and best designed equipment for her private parties, not a cramped dirty little subbasement with tools bought from a hardware store. Pinkamena sat in front of her mirror the thoughts of what she lost, what she wanted and what she could never have floated through her head.

“You’ll all see me tomorrow. They can call me crazy and avoid me every day but tomorrow they will be in awe. For just one day I will be a Princess and they will have to look at me.” Pinkamena said placing a hoof on her mirror. “Happy Nightmare Night Princess Pinkamena.” she whispered.

The door to Pinkamena’s room slowly opened behind her.

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Rainbow Dash was sitting in the lobby of the Spa preparing for her appointment. “Are you sure this will wash out?” Rainbow Dash asked staring at the small multi-colored bottles.

Lotus casually looked over from behind her desk. “After a couple of washes it should come out.” she replied uninterested. She returned to flipping through her magazine.

Rainbow sighed. “Here goes.” she said stepping into the back of the spa.

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Mr. Cake stared at the mare he considered his step daughter. He could barely believe his eyes as he watched her prance in front of her mirror. Her costume was so amazingly detailed that if he hadn’t known Pinkamena he could swear that she really was a winged unicorn princess.

“I have no time for you serfs, I have royal business to attend too” Pinkamena said sticking her nose up to her imaginary friends.

“I’m glad cleaning counter tops is a priority of nobility Princess.” Mr. Cake deadpanned. “Your break ended 5 minutes ago.” Pinkamena apologized to her boss rushing down the stairs. Mr. Cake shook his head walking over to the pile of rocks. “Sometimes her antics just leave you speechless huh.” The pile of rocks sat silent. “You understand.” Mr. Cakes said chuckling to himself as he started to put away Pinkamena’s “friends.”

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Pinkamena placed a batch of muffins into the oven. Regular muffins, flour, sugar, water, eggs and so on. She had long since run out of usable special ingredients. That special joy she got as ponies walk out of her shop with their “friends” was lost for now. The cyan pegasus was proving to be a bigger problem than she had anticipated. Two months since her last guest and three weeks since she had pulled the Dash’s number. It was going to be my greatest party yet and I can’t start it. What kind of party pony am I. she thought. I could have had this done if I hadn’t wasted so much time building the twenty meter tall steam powered rocket assisted take off Pinkamenapult. The plan to scoop Dash right out of the sky had fallen apart when somepony reported the device to the authorities and she had to sit through a three hour lecture on why it is a bad idea to construct a siege weapon in her back yard. On the other hoof the royal pegasus guards can now intercept targets at Mach 0.85.

“Pinkamena dear do you have minute?” Mrs. Cake asked.

Pinkamena looked over at Mrs. Cake. ”What do need?” she replied.

“Doing dishes is beneath the work of a princess” Mrs. Cake said taking note of the costume. “I have a customer coming in I would like you to handle.”

“Why? Did this customer do something piss you off or something?” Pinkamena said dryly.

Mrs. Cake sighed. “No she is new in town you could make a good impression on her.”

“I am sure we will bestest friends forever. Forever of course means until the next pony she talks to about me.” Pinkamena said dismissively.

“You can’t give up; you waste away in your room or hiding in that storage room. You have to keep trying.” Mrs. Cake pleaded.

“I don’t have to do anything, it’s my life. I work and I pay my rent. You don’t get a say.” Pinkamena said getting angry.

“I promise I won’t get involved” Mrs. Cake said with a smile.

“Good, I’ll just stay back here and…” Pinkamena started.

“Oh no, you work here so get out there and do your job so you can pay your rent. Remember to be nice and smile your representing the shop.” Mrs. Cake said smugly.

Pinkamena’s eye twitched and she put on crooked smile.

“Perfect, get out there.” Mrs. Cake said giggling.

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Rainbow Dash was shocked. Her coat was yellow, her hair black and grey. A Compass painted over her Cutie Mark. She looked just like Daring Do. She had all the accessories at home, the Hat, the Vest, and even a bandage to wrap one of her wings in. Ever since becoming obsessed with the series she wanted to be like her new hero. Now she was and loving every minute of it.

Rainbow Dash turned to Aloe “What are you going to be this Nightmare Night?” She asked.

Aloe gave a look of indifference. “I think I am a little old to be asking about thee candy.”  she replied. “If there was a good party to go to then maybe I vill get dressed up.”

Then it hit Rainbow Dash. Maybe ponies will go to a Pinkie Party on Nightmare Night. Ponyville has been without any real parties for months. A holiday is just what’s needed to motivate them into giving Pinkamena another chance. Rainbow thought excitedly.

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Pinkamena stood in the storefront awaiting the customer. The pony ordered 10 boxes of Cupcakes . What pony would have this big a sweet tooth. Pinkamena thought. I bet she is fat… At that moment the front door opened.

A small unicorn walked in. White coated with red hair that had a blue streak down it. Her cutiemark was several stars surrounding a moon. “Hi I’m Moondancer” she said. “Is my order ready yet?”

“It will about 5 minutes.” Pinkamena said curtly. An awkward silence carried on for about a minute before Moondancer decised to break it and spoke.

“Nice costume, I used to know the princess.” Moondancer said. “I was a student at her school.”

“So why would you move to Ponyville?“  Pinkamena asked politely feigning interest.

“I am here to replace the teacher who abruptly retired.” Moondancer answered. “It was very irresponsible of her to just leave a couple of days before a field trip with no notice. I feel bad that the children missed out on seeing the Royal Sculpture Gardens. Anyway I’m here in Ponyville to take over teaching, and I am here in Sugarcube Corner to buy my students love. It has been almost a year since and I am sure their substitute is doing okay; Miss Bon Bon or something but the children need a real teacher… ”

Pinkamena was lost in her mind from the moment Moondancer said that she was here to replace Cheerilee. She had broken the quickest in only twenty minutes. She played with what was left for about one and a half hours. Cheerilee was the second pony grabbed and unlike most of the others she made especially sure that her party games were well suited for a teacher.

“…Because I am sure Cheerilee was an amazing teacher before she left so I have some pretty big horseshoes to fill.” Pinkamena heard Moondancer finish as she forced herself back from the memories of her party games.

“She wasn’t that good of a teacher.” Pinkamena said flatly. ”She was never any good with numbers, especially her multiplication tables.”

“Numbers are my specialty.” Moondancer smiled. “I love math.”

“Mine too.” Pinkamena said. “You’re the 796th Pony in to live Ponyville since one year ago.”

Mrs. Cake walked into the room carrying a few boxes of Cupcakes. “Here’s your order, the rest are in back. Pinkamena your shift is about over.” Mrs. Cake said.

“It was nice meeting you Moondancer” Pinkamena said walking away.

Pinkamena opened the door to the unused storage room. Locking it behind her she climbed down the stairs. She pulled up the carpet in the corner where a trap door sat that led to her secret subbasement. Pinkamena pulled it open and descended into her play room. It took her months to dig out this little piece of heaven but she had the time. At first she came to the storage room to rage out and beat the walls, than she started digging. She never would have guessed it would turn into this.

Pinkamena lay down upon her table and let her mind drift. She was bad at multiplication.

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Cheerilee stood in front of Pinkamena, her fore hooves bound tight above her head in chains, her hind hooves barely scraping the ground as she hung. A large apple was jammed in her gagging her.

“Cheerilee you’re a good teacher right? I want you to teach me all about pony anatomy.” Pinkamena said with a smirk. Cheerilee shook her head from side to side. “Is that a no? Are you saying you are not a good teacher? I have heard so many good things though.” Pinkamena said in mock sadness. “I know, I will test your knowledge!” she chirped. “If you fail… You will never teach again.” Pinkamena’s tone had a hint hint of her cruelty.

“Mmmmphh, Mmmmph!” Cheerilee squealed through her gag.

Pinkamena picked a knife off her tray table with her mouth and turned towards Cheerilee. “I can’t hear a word your saying, that won’t do at all.” Pinkamena said approaching Cheerilee. Cheerilee kicked her hind hooves at Pinkamena who brushed them aside getting in between the flailing limbs. Pinkamena placed her fore hooves on Cheerilees cutie mark and nuzzled her chest. She could feel Cherrilee start to writhe at the intimate touch. She was becoming really uncomfortable, loosing what little mental balance she had. Her gagged mumbling increased as Pinkamena placed her fore hooves on Cheerilee’s shoulders and raised herself up to stare in her eyes. Cheerilee became quite as the knife in Pinkamen's mouth came into view and Pinkamena stood muzzle to muzzle with her.

Pinkamena brushed the blade by her ear and whispered. “I’ve been speaking to you the whole time and you haven’t said a word. I even gave you an apple Miss Cheerilee and you didn’t even say thank you. ” Pinkamena’s knifed brushed her ear again slower. “If you’re not going to say anything maybe you don’t need to hear anything.” Cheerilee started shaking wildly, her hind hooves stated kicking air again desperately, her head bobbed all over the place as she screamed at the top of her lungs through the apple. Pinkamena twisted the knife in her mouth with her tongue taking in the handle, the blade faced outward. Watching Cheerilee’s head bob about waited for just the right moment.

*Slice*

Pinkamena stabbed deep into the apple. Cheerilee went still staring into the mare’s eyes as she slowly pushed the knife through the apple into her mouth until their noses touched. Cheerilee started to gag as the knife was moved around slicing the apple and breaking pieces as it was twisted. The blade touched lightly against the sides of Cheerilee’s checks, tongue and teeth, she would have been cut if she hadn’t been too stunned with fear to move. Their eyes inches apart Pinkamena drank in sight of terrified mare. Eventually she pulled the knife from the sliced and mushed apple and flung her head back letting the blade fly to the floor behind her. A few bits of the apple fell from Cheerilee’s mouth to the floor before Pinkamena’s hoof pressed under her chin shutting it. “Don’t make a mess of my floor.” Pinkamena said angrily, "I have to clean that." Pinkamena pressed her other hoof over Cheerilee’s nostrils. “Swallow it” Pinkamena said with a smirk. Pinkamena watched the mare choke for a second before she forced the food down fighting against her gag reflex.

“Did you enjoy the apple? Are you going to say thank you?” Pinkamena asked with a smile. Cheerilee stayed silent a pained look on her face. “I hope you speak more during the test” Pinkamena said.

Pinkamena took a bandage from the tray and walked around behind Cheerilee. She tied it around the mare’s head covering Cheerilee’s eyes. Pinkamena then grabbed Cheerilee’s free hind legs and bound them together with wire. Cheerilee stayed silent as her captor worked unwilling to give her the satisfaction. Pinkamena walked in front of Cheerilee and pulled a piece of paper from her tray table. “Let’s start testing you with math. We’ll practice your Multiplication tables. If you don’t answer the question right Miss Cheerilee you get a penalty.” Pinkamena said in a cheery tone with a hint of menace. “You get ten seconds to answer.”

“Question #1 what is 4 x 6?” Pinkamena asked.

“Why are you doing this?” Cheerilee cried.

“5 Seconds” Pinkamena replied. “4, 3, 2.”

“24” Cheerilee whispered.

“Good, question #2, 8 x 9” Pinkamena said.

Cheerilee sat quite for 4 seconds before saying. “72.”

Pinkamena smiled. “See Miss Cheerilee, you are a good teacher. You can do this. 9 x 3 x12”

At 9 seconds Cheerilee blurted out. “324”

“See right again 6 x 12 x7 x3” Pinkamena said. She started counting 10, 9, 8 ,7, 6, 5, 4, 3 ,2"

“It’s 15…” Cheerilee started.

“Times Up!” Pinkamena yelled with glee. She ran her right fore hoof over the wire that tied Cheerilee’s hind legs and led back to her tray. Reaching the end of the wire she ran her hoof up the battery. Pinkamena flipped the switch and watched Cheerilee seize up.

“Eeerrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeaaaaahhhhh!” Cheerilee’s teeth were clenched and her whole body squirmed involuntarily. After 5 seconds the juice was cut and she relaxed. “What the hell did you do to me?!” she screamed turning her head in every direction as if trying to see something through the blindfold.

“Question #4, 6 x 5 x 4 x7 x4” Pinkamena said in a calm voice.

“No!” Cheerilee screamed. “Stop please! Stop It! Just…”

“4, 3, 2, 1 Oops that’s another penalty Miss Cheerilee.” She hit the switch and watched her dangle like a worm as she tried to scream through a clamped jaw for 10 seconds.

“Question #5” Pinkamena said.

“Wait! Wait please I am terrible at Multiplication, I give up.” Cheerilee begged.

“Don’t give up Miss Cheerilee. You only learn through practice” Pinkamena replied, “You only have 6 more questions.”

Each one of the six questions was impossibly longer than the one before. Cheerilee got all six answers wrong or timed out and Cheerilee received a 10 second shock for each one except for the last two. Pinkamena held them for 20 and 30 seconds. Cheerilee hung limp, her chest heaving and smoke rising from her coat.  Bits of apple mush sat on her muzzle and were caked up her nose after she vomited. Her hind legs were soaked in urine. The heavy convulsions wrenching control of her bodily functions. Cheerilee felt more humiliated than ever before but the fear made it a hoof note in comparison. Pinkamena could hear her quite sobbing, the soft afterglow of Cherilee’s earlier more and more desperate begging.

“Please, I want to go home. I want to go back to school.” Cheerilee whispered.

Pinkamena placed a comforting hoof on her shoulder and nuzzled her check. ”You can go home.” She whispered. “You just pass a few more tests.” Pinkamena placed her hoof softly under Cheerilee’s throat and trailed down her body stopping at her stomach “Perhaps if some of your students were here to cheer you on you would do better. Then again I would have to share my attention with them.” The bait worked perfectly, Pinkamena watched Cheerilee’s body shake with rage.

“You Bucking Bitch Don’t You Lay One Hoof On Them!” Cheerilee screeched.

“Since when is foal language like that considered appropriate? What do you do with your students when they speak like this?” Pinkamena mocked. “I heard you like to wrap there hooves with a ruler.”

Pinkamena walked to her tray and placed a thick oven glove over her hoof. On a stand sat a steel ruler with the flames of Pinkamena’s kerosene torch licking the upper half turning the steel bright red. Picking up the ruler from the lower half she could feel the heat through the thick glove. She turned towards her captive.

On her hinds Pinkamena stood face to face with the shivering mare and pulled off the blindfold with her teeth. Pinkamena dropped to three legs and held the scalding ruler next to where Cheerilee’s left hind hoof met her hind leg. Cheerilee’s eyes turned to the red hot ruler. “Twenty smacks for swearing.” Pinkamena said in a sing song voice. She pulled back the ruler slowly to strike.

It was at that moment Pinkamena saw in Cheerilee’s eyes that she had broken. She screamed and she sobbed but she never spoke another word. She just muttered incoherently through the sobs and screams. Pinkamena could play no more mind games or have any more tests with her. Not a word while she was beaten, raped or even through the dissection.

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Pinkamena lay on her table Cloud Kickers wings splayed over the edges. What a pathetic excuse for a teacher. She thought. Pinkamena finished her reliving the memory and trotted over to her work bench. Pinkmena took a pencil in her mouth and scribbled a number on a scrap of paper. She then wrote down the number and a name in her book. “Welcome to Ponyville Moondancer.” Pinkamena said throwing the scrap of paper into her Party Hat.

Pinkamena took a look around the room. “Soon it will be you turn here Rainbow Dash... I hope you last longer”

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Rainbow Dash glided over the town square looking down on all the residents below as they put up Nightmare Night decorations in preparations for tomorrow. Holidays in Ponyville just haven’t been the same since Pinkie Pie was shunned. She was the one who organized everything from the Holiday Party to the night time Festivals in the streets and finally the After Party.  Everypony was quick to point out how silly or stupid Pinkie Parties were, now never buying balloons, cakes or streamers for their own parties except for the youngest of Foals. Hypocrites, this town hasn’t been excited been for a holiday or party in a year.

It had been weeks since Rainbow Dash had seen Pinkamena, not that she hadn’t tried. Every time she visited Sugarcube Corner she had been informed that Pinkamena was too busy building a giant catapult thing in her backyard and the Cakes said she told them that no pony should bother her. She had tried many times to find time. Even when she was sick, too weak to run and could barely fly the Cakes turned her away. The time when she was so drunk she could barely stand, the Cakes turned her away. The time when she crash landed and could only stumble around in circles, the Cakes turned her away. Pinkamena made it very clear that no pony was to disturb her important work. Rainbow Dash never figured out what that odd device was for. Some of the royal guards had hauled it away so she had her opening.

Rainbow Dash landed outside Sugarcube Corner. Stepping through the door she spotted Mr. Cake at the counter.

“Daring Do?!” Mr. Cake exclaimed in surprise.

“No it’s me Rainbow Dash. Is Pinkie… I mean Pinkamena in?” Dash asked.

“Sorry she is having her… alone time in the empty storage room.” Mr. Cake said with a disappointed look on his face. “She is spending more and more time there.”

“Okay, sure I will come back later.” Rainbow Dash said with a big smile.

When Mr. Cake turned to serve another customer Rainbow Dash bolted down the hallway to the storage basement. Yeah Right. Not this time, this time I'm gonna get through to Pinkamena. By this time tomorrow Pinkamena the Party Pony would be back and if I’m really lucky so would her nickname. Rainbow Dash thought reaching the door. As she tried to open she found that it was locked. Dash pulled a pin from her hair and got to work at picking the lock. Being former friends with Gilda had some advantages. The lock wasn’t much harder than the ones at Junior Speedsters, the tumbler clicked over and she was in. Rainbow Dash stepped down the stairs into the storage basement and… nothing. It was empty. Now was not the time to give up, Rainbow Dash was going to wait right here for Pinkamena. Rainbow Dash started pacing around the room in boredom.

*Clunk*

"What was that?” Rainbow Dash asked herself. She stomped her hoof again. “It’s Hollow.” Dash exclaimed. Rainbow looked around the hollow area finding the carpet loose in the corners. She griped the edge in her teeth and pulled. Beneath the carpet was a trap door. “Wow just like a Daring Do novel!” she pulled open the door and made her way down the stairs. Reaching the bottom of the stairs she saw Pinkamena lying on a dark table in the center of the room illuminated by a single candle. Rainbow hoofed around finding the light switch.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed clicking the switch. The table Pinkamena was lying on had gears beneath it to raise and lower its incline. There were unfastened straps where the fore legs, hind legs, chest neck and head would be. A large tray sat beside the table filled with tools. In the corner a pile of bones sitting beside a drain tub stained with blood. A few poorly made attempts at sewing pony hide into clothing hung on the wall. A small table and stool with a teapot and cup on it sat in the corner. The table and stool legs were made out of pony bones. Preserved entrails hung from above and what looked to be deflated organ balloons sat next to a can of helium. A chain hung from the center of the room with 3 painted pony skulls attached to it. Finally a work bench plastered with paper with creepy scrawled drawings and hastily written notes. The walls surrounding the bench were covered in marker scrawl and blood. In the center of it all was Pinkamena wearing pegasus wings on here back and a unicorn horn on her head.

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Well buck me I’m dead. Pinkamena thought as she was confronted by the horrified stair of Rainbow Dash in some sort of... safari costume. Pinkamena looked to her left staring at her trey table with all her knives. It was a good eight feet away. Pinkamena’s mind wandered to the time she saw Dash ram right through a brick wall nearly unharmed. She had to try though.

Rainbow Dash started slowly pacing towards her. “I knew it!” Dash yelled pointing a hoof at Pinkamena. “I knew it!”

Now or never Pinkamena thought. She sat up, coiled herself and prepared to jump. Suddenly a Rainbow blur slammed into her. She felt the muscular fore leg wrap around her neck. This is it. Pinkamena thought.

“I knew you couldn’t stop trying to throw parties. Look at this room, it’s soooo creepy. This will be your scariest Nightmare Night Party ever. Better than the one you threw that had all the plastic skulls and bats. Even your costume is amazing, like a real Princess.” Rainbow Dash said excitedly.

Pinkamina’s eyes slowly derped. “I’m sorry Pinkamena’s brain is not in at the moment. If you would like to leave your name and address she will get back to you as soon as possible” Pinkamena monotoned. Inside her head Pinkamena desperately tried to figure out what was going on.

“This party room looks just like what some cannibalistic serial killers lair would look like.” Dash exclaimed as she fluttered around poking various objects.

Pinkamena’s higher brain function slowly clicked back in as her situational awareness returned. “Yup, it’s a Party Room all right.” Pinkamena chuckled nervously. ”I made it for Nightmare Night but no pony comes to my parties so we might as well forget it.”

“No way, that’s why I am here!” Dash exclaimed. “I will put my name on the invitation too. A Nightmare Night Party by Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash. I am sure lots of ponies will come.”

“I haven’t even made invitations.” Pinkamena said biting at straws.

“I will stop by the print shop right now and then go mail them out. My contribution to the party. You will see, by tomorrow this room will be crawling with ponies.” Rainbow Dash brought here right fore leg up in a salute and three seconds later she had already cleared the front door of Sugarcube Corner as Pinkamena’s protests fell on the empty room.

Pinkamena collapsed onto the floor. “What are the chances everypony who attends will be as stupid as Rainbow Dash” Pinkamena muttered looking around the very obvious torture chamber.