Warning: Chapter Contains X rated Scenes.

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Pinkamena's Idea’s to stop the party list.

* Pretend to be sick.  – Dash might still throw the party.

* Set fire to the building.  – The Cakes are like family.

* Kill Self.  – I’m a coward.

* Kill Everyone Else.  – In progress, not going to rush it.

* Chocolate Pudding.  – Need it in case I ever get into politics.

* Blame it on a Split Personality.  – Overdone.

* Catapult.  – Stupid Royal Guards

* Stop the Invitations from getting out – …

Pinkamena stared at the  list she had written about idea's to stop the party. Morning was fast approaching and if she didn’t stop her party her hobby would be outed to the whole town. The whole of Equestria would know what she was. Pinkamena had always meant for this to happen eventually but not yet. Her will had journals listing in detail what she had… accomplished. They told how long each victim lasted before the party ended, what was done to them, what they said, how they looked and who bought and ate their baked goods. She wasn’t finished yet, seven wasn’t enough to leave the mark she wanted.

Three years ago Pinkamena had stolen a book from the Hoofington Library. It was her favorite book, a list of what few serial killers existed in Equestrian history. She had obsessed over it in secret for years while her old friends had been none the wiser. None of the subjects in the book had accomplished what she had; the horror of her party games, but a few others had more victims. Pinkamena wanted to be the best in every way possible, in the next book she would be the star.

Her goals not yet reached Pinkamena sighed at her coming fate. There has to be something I can do. She turned her attention to the last item on her list. * Stop the Invitations. It was a long shot but Pinkamena wasn’t about to throw in the towel yet. Morning was here and she had to act fast.

Luckily she knew just where to go to get what she needed.

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*Beep, beep, beep*

Derpy’s eyes slowly opened. Another day another… umm… nothing. Derpy thought. She stared around her hovel. Nightmare Night, there would be a small street festival she could go too. She could stand around in the background and watch other ponies talk and chat about whatever they have going on. This was the closed thing she had to friends, these crowds of ponies she appeared in the back of. She rolled out of bed onto the floor and walked towards the kitchen sink to bathe for the day. Maybe I will comb my mane. She thought. Who knows, maybe I will meet somepony at the festival.

But you did meet somepony. That back part of her brain interjected. Derpy for the five hundredth time tried to force down the all too familiar thoughts of the crazy pink mare that wouldn’t leave her mind. She saw her on the street once and a while and she always gave Derpy a smile or a wave. That was more attention than she had gotten from anypony else in a long time. It was last week that all her fears were confirmed though. It was last week she almost died. Derpy thought back to that day.

--- Flashback ---

Derpy was walking down the Ponyville main road eying the different shops and restaurants.  Nothing she could afford on her budget if her breakfast of dry crackers and something that was labeled almost peanut butter bought from the 1 bit store were any indication. That is when she spotted her across the street walking through the shadows wearing saddle bags. She hadn’t spoken to Pinkamena for a week since accidentally knocking Princess Luna out of the sky. Pinkamena smiled when she spotted her and slowly made her way over.

“What are you up to today Derpy?” she asked as she crossed in front of Derpy.

“I am just on my lunch break.” Derpy replied just glad that she had someone to talk too.

“No lunch bag so where are you gonna eat?” Pinkamena asked looking at the restaurants around them.

“Umm… ahhh.” Derpy stuttered before pointing to the nearest one. To her horror she had pointed to the fanciest restaurant in Ponyville.

“Good choice.” Pinkamena said. “You have expensive tastes. You’ll just have to treat Me.” she said with a cruel smirk. Derpy felt Pinkamena's eyes bore into her as she shrunk before the gaze of the pink mare. “Come on.” she said as she nudged the grey pegasus towards the restaurant. “Table for two” she said to the Maitre D’. She turned her head to the now terrified grey pegasus and gave a bigger smirk than Derpy thought possible. “ It's on me.” she said. Pinkamena slowly leaned in close to Derpy’s ear and whispered. “You’d just end up breaking all the dishes they’d make you do to pay for it.” before walking into the restaurant.

Derpy mentally kicked herself as she followed her “friend?” to their table. Derpy gingerly picked up the menu and leafed through it as the waiter approached. “What should I get?” she asked.

“Anything.” Pinkamena said looking uninterested as her eyes passed over her menu.

Derpy smiled as her eyes fell on the most expensive thing. That would get Pinkamena back for embarrassing her. “Seven-layer salad please.”

“I’ll have the same.” Pinkamena said nonchalantly. Derpy noticed how elegant the pink mare looked with the calm smile on her face, her even tone of voice and smooth movements. Her mane fell perfectly around her face not a hair out of place. Derpy had seen Pinkamena before her change bouncing around like a frizzy hyper child. Now she could not help but notice how elegant she could be. Derpy felt herself blush at this. The waiter turned to her.

The waiter gave the scruffy blond a condescending look. “We don’t see many mares of your… status around here. Is it a special occasion for you?” he asked with a faux smile.

“No just lunch.” Derpy replied sheepishly.

“Well you’re lucky to have such a charitable friend covering you.” the waiter replied. “Can I get you wine menu?”

“No she’s flying.” Pinkamena said pointing to the small mailbag next to Derpy. “Somepony has to deliver your minimum wage checks.” Pinkamena said. As the waiter walked off in a huff Derpy just sat in stunned silence. “This place is usually too expensive for me eat here to.” Pinkamena said winking.

Derpy pushed the salad around her plate forcing herself to take small bites instead of stuffing her face. It was the most delicious meal she ever tasted but as she stared across the table watching Pinkamena eat she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious of what the pink mare across from her thought. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t figure her out, Pinkamena baited her and mocked her then humiliated the waiter that tried to do the same. Now Pinkamena was staring at her intently as she ate with a little smile on her face. Derpy just could not figure it out. Pinkamena’s silent gaze caused Derpy to squirm, she had been quite since the food arrived just watching her, Derpy tried to find anything to break the tension.

“H… how have you been Pinkamena?” Derpy asked.

"I've been busy.” Pinkamena replied pointing to her saddle bag. Some construction equipment was sticking out of it. “I am building something to finally catch that damned rainbow blur.”

“Oh!” Derpy said looking uncomfortable. “What are you building?”

“It’s giant catapult and a rocket pack that will shoot me up into the sky. I will snatch her right out of the air.” Pinkamena said with a childish smile.

Derpy rolled her eyes for a second before hearing Pinkamena giggle. She brought her fore hooves to cover her eyes forgetting that when tried to roll them they just googled around instead. “That’s insane, you’ll end up killing yourself Derpy said from behind her hooves.”

“Most ponies have this thing called depth perception. I understand if you’ve never heard of it.” Pinkamena said haughtily.

Derpy ignored the obvious shot and muttered. “You’re gonna end up splattered. Anyway why are you still trying to capture Rainbow Dash? What are you going to do with her?” Derpy’s clenched knowing she would not like the answer she had gone out of her way not to confirm.

Pinkamena looked confused for a moment before smiling. “I’ve run out of special ingredients to bake with of course.”  Pinkamena said slowly watching Derpy’s reaction. “You will be buying some more of my special snacks won’t you? You buy them every month.”

Derpy tried to keep the unease off her face. Pinkamena had told her what she was doing because she thought Derpy was some sort of violent terrorist who purposely destroyed the townhall and not the clumsy pony she is who accidentally destroyed it. “Of course I will.” Derpy responded with a nervous look on her face. Pinkamena narrowed her eyes at the mare with an angry look creeping on her face. Derpy knew the game was up “I’m not a terrorist.” she whispered.

“What?!” Pinkamena spat.

“I’m just clumsy!” Derpy yelled. “I was helping put up banners and right there was a cloud. I’m not allowed to live in a cloud home or work on the weather team so I just pretended. I jumped on it and it was a storm cloud and the lightning wrecked the roof. I then crashed into a pillar and everything just sort of crumbled.”

Pinkamena looked dumbstruck. “Are you sure it wasn’t a statement about being overtaxed or town hall a puppet government of the monarchy?” she asked?

“Umm… No. I am just really clumsy.” Derpy replied.

Pinkamena sat there shocked that the mare she had confided her dark secret was just a normal mare and not a soulless killer. “I think I should go.” Pinkamena said failing to keep the menace out of her voice.

“Wait.” Derpy said standing up. “I haven’t told anypony.”

“Come with me Derpy, we’ll talk about this back at Sugarcube Corner” Pinkamena said uneasily whilst she threw a bag of bits on their table to pay for their half finished meal.

As the pair walked in silence towards Sugarcube Corner every nerve in Derpy’s body told her to fly away. Her four knee’s shook together and her breathing was rapid. They crossed the threshold and walked down the hall turning into a room and down a set of stairs. Standing in an empty storage room Pinkamena turned to Derpy and said “Wait here.” Pinkamena then walked back up the stairs. Derpy stood alone in the empty room wondering what would happen to her. When Pinkamena returned she had a small cake on her back and a knife in her mouth. She placed the cake in front of Derpy.

“You remember Golden Harvest don’t you?” Pinkamena said with an uneven smile on her face. “I have seen you two about a few times.”

Derpy’s stomach dropped as she looked to the piece of Carrot Cake on the floor. “That… that cake is made from her isn’t it?” Derpy whispered.

“Yes.” Pinkamena replied. “You can eat her and walk out that door free like we never met. Or you can stay here and be made into baked goods.”

If I eat that she won’t let me go. Derpy thought. She will kill me no matter what I do. Derpy looked over to door Pinkamena was standing in front of. I could try to fight my way out… but I am a terrible fighter. Derpy turned back to the cake. There is a chance she is telling the truth and will let me go… Where? That voice in the back of her mind spoke up. Your parents are dead, you don’t have any family and you’ve never even really been kissed let alone had a date. The only friend who wasn't really a friend you ever had is a piece of cake, a piece of cake that never hung around you when her real friends were around. You live in a rundown shack with no money, no friends and no life.

Derpy took the cake in her fore hooves and shoved it into her mouth swallowing it whole. She gagged as she pushed it past her tongue trying not to taste any of it.

“You can go now.” Pinkamena said, her trademark smirk growing around the handle of the knife in her mouth. She gestured towards the stairs with her fore hoof.

“No!” Derpy yelled.

“What?” Pinkamena said with a look of shock.

“I said no. I have nothing in my life, you’re my only friend, the only one I talk too.” Derpy said desperately. “The only thing I have in my life is this screwed up friendship with whatever the hell you are. Isn’t that funny? You’re the Element of Laughter so you would know. Isn’t it funny?”

*Clang*

The knife dropped from Pinkamena’s mouth and she wrapped her fore hooves around the pegauses shoulders “Derpy.” she whispered.

Derpy’s head started to spin and everything faded to black.

--- End Flashback ---

Derpy remembered waking up in her bed after she blacked out. If she had tried to escape she knew she wouldn’t have made it. Pinkamena wouldn't have brought her home. She would have ended up being made into whatever baked good rymed or sounded like Derpy. Now Derpy wondered what her next move was. She hadn’t called the guards on Pinkamena and was practically now an accomplice to her sick murders. If Pinkamena killed again she would be an accessory to murder. She had gone to the Ponyville Guard House and reported that stupid Catapult thing that Pinkamena built but nothing else.

All she had to say is Oh by the way she is also responsible for all the Ponies that have been disappearing lately but Derpy didn’t. Was a friend, her first real friendship worth this?

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“Yawn, getting up this early is for masochists and workaholic earth ponies that are probably secret masochists” Rainbow Dash said to herself as she glided over Sweet Apple Acers. The sun was just starting to rise over the hill tops. Dash had gotten up early to round up invites to the party stating with Applejack. She had said that she would give Pinkie a second chance and Dash was going to hold her too it. She spotted the orange pony below her preparing for her day. Beginning her descent she yelled out to the pony. “Applejack!”

Applejack looked up seeing the cyan streak swooping towards her. What now. she thought.

“Hey Applejack.” Dash said landing in front of her. “Me and Pinkie are having a party. It would be great if you come.”

“Look RD I…” Applejack started.

“She is better, a lot better okay” Dash interrupted. “Please just give her a chance.”

“It’s not that, I have to work.” Applejack replied. Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to speak. Applejack quickly cut her off. “Big Mac’s back is out, he can’t work the farm anymore, it’s just me. If I don’t keep up I am gonna lose Sweet Apple Acres. I’ve got no more days off.”

Rainbow Dash was getting sick of this. She hadn’t hung out with Applejack in weeks since Big Mac’s accident. She was never in town, never stopped by or anything. “Please AJ just this once we never see you anymore. Please it would mean so much to everypony.”

“No and that’s all there is to it.” Applejack said walking back to the fields.

Neither noticed the three small filly’s hiding in the bushes next watching their conversation.

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“Shame mah big sis ain’t goin” Applebloom said. “She could use a break, she’s goin plum crazy.”

“But were going right?” Sweetie Belle asked. “We haven’t been to a real party in forever.”

“But isn’t Crazy Pinkamena going be there?” Sccotaloo asked.

“Yah heard Rainbow, she’s better now. Yah wanna miss a night partying with Rainbow Dash?” Applebloom said.

“I guess.” Scootaloo said.

“Hey we should get some more ponies from out class to come.” Sweetie Bell suggested.

“Good idea. Cutie Mark Crusaders Party Inviters... Or somthin.” Applebloom cheered.

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Rainbow Dash took off into the air not noticing the pink earth pony watching her from below from Applejacks barn with some bags and bottles sitting in a cart behind her.

Rainbow dash sighed to herself. Well that’s AJ down, next is Fluttershy like there was a chance she’d go. She already spotted Fluttershy’s cabin and prepared for the conversation she had, had a million times now. She landed knocking on the door.

“What is it!” came a tired and angry yell from inside the cottage.

“It’s me Rainbow Dash. Please open up Fluttershy.” Dash said through the door.

“Just go away.” came a harsh reply through the door.

“Please Fluttershy you have to come out sometime. Me and Pinkie are having a party please come to it. Talk to someponies.” Dash pleaded.

Dash heard uneven hoof shuffling inside and then the door slowly opened reveling a hooded Fluttershy. Rainbow Dash caught sight of Fluttershys face and involuntarily flinched. The door immediately slammed shut. ”Go away nopony wants to see… this.”

Rainbow begged and pleaded through the door but there was no answer, only soft weeping. Eventually Rainbow Dash gave up and flew off. Since that horrifying incident getting Fluttershy out of her cottage was next to impossible. Not that it would be easy for her, even Rainbow Dash had trouble looking at her now.

Rainbow Dash was over Ponyville’s main quarter passing above Carousel Boutique. That was a nonstarter; since Rarity had been the one to start the Pinkie Parties are childish fad. Rarity had been pushing herself so hard at her boutique her free time was a luxury. She didn’t hang out with Rainbow Dash since the group fell apart anyway, they were more casual acquaintances now.

Landing outside the library Dash opened the door and stepped inside. “Twilight are you here?”

“Uh huh” came a reply from upstairs. Twilight stepped down the stairs and said. “What are you doing here Rainbow Dash? It is much too early for you to get up.”

“Me and Pinkie are hosting a party. I’m here to invite you.” Dash replied.

“Are you still trying to repair your friendship with Pinkie? That is well and god but I have research to do.” Twilight said.

“With less friendship reports to send I finally have time to work in other fields of research.”

Dash sighed. She had heard this before. As each of her friends became involved in their own things Twilight took it by throwing herself into old habits. “You need to make time for you know… friends.”

“Friends can wait until after the meteor shower tonight.” Twilight said walking back up the stairs. Rainbow Dash knew there was no use arguing.

If she was going to find Ponies for the party she would have to ask around and pray the invitations she sent out attracted some.

As she left the library she flew over the Ponyville Post Office not noticing Pinkamena slipping a package through the mail slot in the back directly into the bulk mail sorting bin.

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“No ma’am today’s mail is still in the back. The cloud mail is being taken out in a few minutes, it is already in the bag. The rest is in the sorting bin in back. Why do ask?” The mail pony at the front desk asked.

Pinkamena pushed down the panic. “I have party invitations going out. Just wanna make sure they are on time. Say who is delivering the cloud mail?”

The mail pony looked nervous. “We cannot give that information ma’am, you can’t choose your mail pony.”

“Oh.” Pinkamena said. So it is Derpy. she thought with an internal smile.

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Derpy finished reminiscing just as she reached the post office. Buck me I forgot to brush my hair. She thought. Derpy walked into the back of the post office picking up her mail bag. She shoved some wrapping paper into her mail bag. This year she was going to be a package for Nightmare Night. She took a moment to congratulate herself for being such a thrifty pony. Last year she wore shopping paper bags she grabbed at the last minute. This year she wouldn’t look like such a fool.

Derpy stepped into the street and spread her wings to fly when she heard somepony call her name. She looked around spotting her pink friend in an alley way across the street. Derpy made her way over to Pinkamena.

“Hello Derpy.” Pinkamena smiled. “You have something of mine.”

“What’s that Pinkamena?” Derpy asked.

“Rainbow Dash sent out a stack of invitations for a party in a room that lets just say nopony should enter before their time.” Pinkamena said.

“Oh. Umm… I can’t just give you the mail. Ponies would notice.” Derpy replied feeling uncomfortable.

“I have a solution to that.” Pinkamena pulled out a small box with a button on it. “Just press the button and everyone will forget.”

“What do you mean?” Derpy asked.

“Press it and find out. Yu will find it does exactly like I said.” Pinkamena said winking.

Derpy scoffed. She wasn’t going to be tricked by whatever ploy Pinkamena was planning. Pinkamena would probably pretend her memory was erased when I push this button Derpy thought. Does she think I am a child? Derpy pressed the button.

*BANG!*

Derpy’s eyes shot to the street and she stared in stunned silence as smoke rose up from the post office.

Pinkamena laughed hysterically putting her fore hoof around Derpy’s shoulder.“Now you really are a terrorist pony Derpy.” She reached into the bag and pulled out the stack of invitations destined for the cloud homes above Ponyville and ripped them up. “No one will miss these.”

Derpy was out of it as she watched ponies evacuate into the street. She counted the ponies and breathed a sigh of relief when all four ponies who were working there ran out. Derpy felt a hoof caress her neck and lips touch her ear.

“Worried you hurt somepony Derpy? I wouldn’t dirty you like that.” Pinkamena rubbed the back of Derpy’s neck. “I have to go change into my costume. Nightmare Night is coming and with no party I will just have to enjoy the street festival. You’re going to join me right?”

“……yes.” Derpy whispered as she watched the fire brigade approach the post office.

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It was a long day for Dash filled with pleading and arguing but about a dozen ponies followed behind her to Sugarcube Corner. A giant walking box with cross eyes and Princess Pinkamena stood outside. Pinkamena had a look of shock on her face as she spotted the approaching group.

“Hey Pinkie, is the party ready?” Dash asked a nervous Pinkamena. “Come on guys it’s this way. You’ll love the scary decorations.” Dash said.

Pinkamena raised her fore hoof into her stitched on wing griping a hiiden knife. I am gonna take as many of you with me as I can. She thought.

“Hey!” Came a yell down the street. The local school teacher Moondancer and about 20 fillies and colts from her class followed after her. “Some more guests arriving.”

Rainbow Dash and Pinkamena stood in shock as the children from the local school house grouped around them with their new teacher. “Umm Pinkie, we can’t let those kids see the party you set up. It’s a little umm… graphic. Unless you can pull a new Nightmare Night Party out of nothing in ten minutes we’re screwed.”

Pinkamena getting over her shock turned to Dash. “Who do you think I am?” She bolted into the bakery while curious onlookers heard what sounded like heavy construction and a few small explosions. Thirty seconds later Pinkamena emerged. “Done! I’m not the Party Pony… err Princess for nothing.”

Stepping into Sugarcube Corner Dash could only gawk at the party that had emerged from seemingly thin air. Streamers, Balloons, Snacks, Music and everything else a party needed was all arranged in the store front of the shop. The decorations matched the theme some with paint still dripping off them revealing the Hearth’s Warming Eve colors beneath.

“Wow Pinkie this is amazing!” Dash said staring around the room as ponies filtered in. “This is going to be an awesome party.”

“Duh, I am the party pony. Let’s all Party!” Pinkamena yelled. She felt sick inside letting all these hypocrites enjoy a party in her home after they turned their backs on her but anything to keep her secret. She didn’t mind letting everypony know… but only one at a time. Pinkamena began her routine setting the music and serving the snacks. She began to control the flow of the party like she was working marionette. The ponies were predictable as always, more so being party starved, they wanted the usual fix they had been denied so long and weren’t looking for the exotic. She could practically autopilot this.

Pinkamena spotted Derpy across the room staring through the holes in her box costume. Pinkamena smiled and turned back to running the party, she hadn’t had much time for Derpy tonight. When she looked back for the grey mare she was gone. Pinkamena took a look around the room making sure everypony was fine before slipping out to look for Derpy. She walked down the halls of Sugarcube Corner spotting her storage room door ajar.

Pinkamena walked into her storage room locking the door behind her. She Spotting the open trap door. She kicked herself for forgetting to close it when she changed into her costume. Pinkamena stepped through the trap door into the subbasement. The lights were off and the room was still lit only by the candle Pinkamena had left burning. In the middle of the room she spotted the grey mare next to her discarded costume. She was lying on the table staring at the ceiling.

“Oh Derpy, you shouldn’t be here” Pinkamena said walking towards the pegasus.

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Derpy sat in the corner of the party watching Pinkamena sprint from one pony to another asking questions or offering snacks. Whenever she was free of that she refilled the snacks or changed the music. Rainbow Dash was trying to ditch Scootaloo or mingling with guests. Everyone was having fun around her like always. Derpy slipped from the room lost in her head. What am I doing. She thought as she walked Sugarcube Corners halls. She came across the storage where a little while ago she had almost been killed. Pinkamena had come out of that room in her Princess costume as beautiful as ever when she arrived to hit the street festival with her. The door was unlocked and Derpy descended down the steps noticing an open trap door reveled by folded carpet. “Is that where it happens?” Derpy whispered approaching the door.

Derpy gulped as she peered down the dark doorway in the floor. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to see what was down there. This whole friendship had been practically based on denial. Her inner curiosity got the better of her and she stepped through the door. The room was dark except for a single candle burning. It illuminated a table in the center of the room. Derpy ran her fore hoof over the wood. “So this is where they…” Derpy said. She didn’t know how to feel, she knew Pinkamena but she didn’t know them. They never tried to know her. Except for Golden Harvest but she was never really friends with Derpy, she was there from time to time but not really friends. Can I ignore this? Derpy thought. Can I pretend it isn’t happening? Derpy crawled up on to the table and lay down. For the who knows how many time she didn’t know the answer. Derpy let her mind go blank and stared into the darkness above.

“Oh Derpy, you shouldn’t be here.” came a voice from out of the darkness.

Derpy tried to sit up but her right fore hoof was grabbed and strapped to the table. She swung her left hoof in the air but it was grabbed as well and forced down to the table and strapped. Derpy’s legs kicked wildly and her wing fluttered lifting her torso and legs into the air where they twisted. Pinkamena jumped on top of Derpy forcing her back down to the table and knocking the wind out of her.

“Shhhh, shhhh. It’s okay Derpy.” Pinkamena cooed as she wrapped a strap around Derpy’s waste.

“What… what are doing Pinkamena?” Derpy asked scared.

“Derpy, Derpy, Derpy… It’s Princess Pinkamena, you need to get into the Nightmare Night spirit… You shouldn’t have come down here Derpy. You really should not have” Pinkamena said strapping in Derpy's hind legs. Pinkamena set about fastening and tightening all the straps on the table to the grey mare. One strap for each shin and one for each thigh of her four legs. Her chest, waste as well as her neck and across her forehead followed. Each strap pulled tight trapping Derpy down to the table. The only part of her free was her wings.

“Comfortable?” Pinkamena purred as she watched the immobile mares eyes dart around and her wings flutter helplessly.

“Please Pinkamena. Please let me go, I am sorry, I’m so sorry.” Derpy begged. Pinkamena just smirked at her and stared. “Pinkamena? Please I just had to know what you do to them.”

“Aww Derpy. This isn’t about that. It’s that you’re here.” Pinkamena put her fore hooves on the table edge and pulled herself up onto the table.

Derpy couldn’t see what was happening with her head strapped but she felt the weight of mare against her as Pinkamena crawled across the table. She felt smothered by the other mare as about 150lb’s of pony pressed against her legs, stomach and chest. Derpy never knew an average sized mare felt so heavy but she never had one sprawled out on top of her before. Pinkamena’s head came into her view and Derpy opened her mouth to speak.

She felt Pinkamena’s tongue push into her mouth, it was such an alien sensation to her. It didn’t feel like she thought it would, like it was described in books she read. It was thick, slimy and moved clumsily around in her mouth pushing against her tongue and teeth. It tasted like skin coated in the saliva that was pooled in Pinkamena’s mouth since the last time she swallowed and the stale fruit punch and bits of cake that had been left over from the when Pinkamena last ate at the party. In books they say it tasted sweet or like candy but in reality it was just skin and drool and whatever was left over in her mouth.

The shocking thing was that Derpy didn’t find it that gross, this first kiss. As she got used to the taste it felt natural.

Pinkamena pulled her head back and slowly licked Derpy’s lips. The grey mare flinched at the alien sensation. Derpy yelped when Pinkamena bit her lower lip too hard. It stung a little. Pinkamena pulled herself forward up to Derpy’s chest and sat on her haunches. Pinkamena felt Derpy’s chest compress beneath her weight and she watched as Derpy struggled to breathe.  “How was the kiss?” Pinkamena asked.

“Ge.. get… off… please.” Derpy forced out the thick straps already made it hard to take in air but Pinkamena’s weight before was nothing compared to it all being on her chest. She struggled for each breath of air giving a desperate look towards Pinkamena as her mouth opened and shut itself in rapid succession like a fish’s taking in every bit or oxygen she could. Pinkamena just stared back with a calm and uninterested look on her face like Derpy’s pain didn’t even register. “Pleease… get off.”

“I am sure I will.” Pinkamena said with a small smirk. Her face returned to the impartial mask. “But we’ll do what I want later. Right now you have to tell how the kiss was.” Pinkamena’s fore hoof rubbed the side of Derpy's muzzle. Pinkamena shifted on her haunches from side putting pressure on the mare’s chest. Derpy coughed violently her body shifting around unsuccessfully trying to squirm against the straps that held her still. Derpy’s eyes begged desperately to allow her to breathe again her chest aching. “I’m waiting.” Pinkamena said calmly stilling her movements.

Derpy tried to calm her panic and ignore her pain. “Sk… skin. It tasted like wet skin.” She whispered.

Pinkamena lifted herself up a little; her face had a hint of surprise.  “Tell me more.”

“It isn’t like in books it tasted like, I don’t know” Derpy said taking larger breaths in.

“Why Derpy, was that your first kiss?” Pinkamena asked through a smirk, an excited look in her eyes. “Have you never kissed anypony before?” Pinkamena slowly eased off of Derpy’s chest.

Derpy blushed. She tried and failed to nod her head against the restraints. “Y… ye.. yes.” Derpy said unsteadily.

Pinkamena’s smirk turned cruel she poked her fore hoof hard onto Derpy’s stomach applying pressure she rubbed it in small circles. “You poor dear how old are you? Twenty?” Pinkamena said.

Derpy winced at the pressure. “Twenty Six” Derpy whispered.

Pinkamena laughed loudly at Derpy. She leaned forward and placed her fore hooves on either side of Derpy’s face. She pressed hard against Derpy’s head and brought her own head down staring eye to eye with her. “You’re like a big child.” Pinkamena giggled and then placed a kiss on her lips.

Derpy’s heart beat was rabid and she felt damp over her coat from sweat. “Don’t laugh.” She said giving the pink mare a defiant look.

“Mistake.” Pinkamena said with an annoyed look. She lifted a hoof and stamped on the base of Derpy’s wing. Derpy screamed her whole body telling her to move or fight but the straps held effortlessly. She couldn’t move an inch. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. I can do or say anything I want to you” Pinkamena said giving the grey mare a condescending look. Pinkamena leaned in close. “Say it. Say I can do whatever I want.” Derpy lay there in silence biting her lower lip. Pinkamena rubbed the bruised wing and then brought her hoof up above it. Derpy’s eyes went wide. “Say it.” Pinkamena whispered.

“You can… do… you can do whatever you to me.” Derpy said through a sob. Tears started to form in her eyes. Pinkamena leaned down and licked them off.

“That’s right Derpy, I am in control here.” Pinkamena said.

“Please Pinkamena, can you untie me. Aren’t we friends.” Derpy pleaded.

Pinkamena smiled. “Of course we are friends Derpy. Friends help each other, even if your friend is too stubborn to accept it. Twenty Six is far too long to stay a child.” she said.

Derpy’s eyes went wide again. “You… no… please… you can’t” Derpy begged in shock as Pinkamena’s right fore hoof glided down Derpy’s belly and between her hind legs. Derpy began to sob uncontrollably eliciting a quite chuckle from the mare above.

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The party was going well. At least thirty Ponies were crammed into Sugarcube Corner. Everything was setup perfectly and everypony seemed to be having a good time. Rainbow Dash sighed as she placed another bowl of punch out. Pinkie had been gone for twenty minutes now and before that had been to busy running things to talk with her. Dash had thought that this party would be a good excuse to talk about their friendship. She had forgotten that Pinkie was so busy running parties that Dash just hung with her other friends, friends that weren’t here. Pinkie and her would hangout as the party wound down but Pinkie left for who knows what reason leaving her running everything.

Maybe Pinkie isn’t ready to have all these ponies over, maybe I rushed things and she just wants to alone right now. Dash thought. She hesitated at the very idea of this party but I pushed her. Rainbow Dash watched the ponies mingle about with their friends, something she was in short supply of at the moment. She couldn’t help but selfishly think this night was a waste as she watched them all have fun. Is this how Pinkie felt when she threw a party? Dash thought. Maybe I brought this all on myself.

Rainbow Dash went to change the record in the music. “I hope Pinkie is doing okay.” She said under her breath.

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That slimy tongue was back. Derpy stifled a moan as she felt herself get invaded again. The restraints had started to hurt as her body involuntarily fought against them. They rubbed against her fur scraping her skin raw. She couldn’t see what Pinkamena was doing to her. Forced to stare at the darkened ceiling flickering in the candle light feeling every movement the pink mare made. She felt the cold breathe between her damp hind legs and shivered. A jolt of intense feeling shot through her body as the tongue slowly and roughly licked up her slit circling at the top. A moan escaped her lips.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” The taunting voice came from below.

Derpy stayed quite. Her stomach churned at the words. Derpy had touched herself before, lots of times really but this was so slow, so out of her control. She had no clue what was coming next. It felt so wrong that she was being forced, it hung in her mind the powerlessness and violation but it felt so good at the same time. Her everything ached, her wings, lungs, face, stomach had all been abused by the pink mare and this felt so much better then pain. But it sickened her at the same time. The worst thing is that she found Pinkamena attractive on some level. Pinkamena wasn’t a stallion but Derpy always thought Pinkamena was pretty on an aesthetic level and this intimate contact was bucking with her brain. The tongue pushed deep and Derpy let out another moan.

“I guess you are too busy moaning to talk.” Pinkamena laughed. She brought a hoof down hard on Derpy’s kneecap. Derpy let out another scream. “But when I ask you something you need to answer… for your own benefit friend.” Pinkamena said with mock concern.

“Okay… I will.” Derpy whispered. The defiance was draining out of her. If she just did what she was asked the things Pinkamena forced on her would at least feel good instead of hurt.

Pinkamena placed her muzzle between Derpy’s hind legs and nuzzled her eliciting another moan. She breathed deep through her nose taking in Derpy’s scent before giving a last lick. “Were almost done Derpy.” She said eagerly.

“Really?” Derpy replied with an almost hopeful voice.

“Yup!” Pinkamena said tilting her head forward. The painted pink horn from her princess costume touched Derpy’s labia spreading her slightly. Derpy’s eyes went wide in shock and she for what must have been the hundredth time struggled in vein. Pinkamena moved into view. The tip of the horn from her costume shined with a few drops of Derpy’s juices. Pinkamena had a solemn smile on her face and was stroking her fake wings with her right fore hoof. “Are you ready to become a real mare?”

Derpy’s shock started to wear off. She slowly started to speak. “Please, please no, please don’t do this, please, just stop I’m begging you stop this please!” Derpy’s voice raised up as her begging got louder. Pinkamena just rolled her eyes and trotted off into the darkness leaving the grey pegasus pleading with the darkness.

Pinkamena stepped out of the darkness with a long strip in mouth. A bit of cloth was wrapped around the center of it. Pinkamena placed the cloth into the mouth of the sobbing mare and tied the strip around her neck. “It’s best if you stay quiet for this.” she whispered. Pinkamena moved out of Derpy’s view catching a glimpse of the tears trailing her checks. She shuttered was both pleasure and regret at her friends pain. Pinkamena positioned herself between the mare’s hind legs and tilted her head. She used her fore hooves to open Derpy’s lips and she pushed the horn inside the tight mare. She heard Derpy’s scream through the gag as she went deeper inside her.

Derpy was in a panic as the horn pressed into her. She felt it press against her walls rubbing against her. It hurt and it stimulated her aching at the same time. She let out a scream but even she couldn’t tell if it was out of pain or pleasure. The horn pulled out slowly and pushed in again and again and again. Derpy moaned through the gag as she was violated by the foreign object. Her whole body burned from the adrenaline and coating of sweat matting down her fur like she was under a heavy blanket in the sun. It felt suffocating. She ached between her legs, she didn’t know how long Pinkamena had her down here but she desperately wanted relief. She had never lasted more than a few minutes when she masturbated but this felt like hours, these feelings had never been so strong. The Horn pressed deeper than before and Derpy felt Pinkamena’s forehead touch her. Derpy moaned as the horn was pulled out of her at a very, very slow pace.

“See, that wasn’t so bad. You’re a real mare now.” Pinkamena chirped with joy. She climbed up on top of Derpy and Derpy saw the horn stained with a bit of blood. Pinkamena positioned herself so her vagina pressed tightly against the tied down pegasus’s. “Lets take care of that other problem you must be aching.” She whispered into Derpy’s ear. Pinkamena pulled the gag from Derpy’s mouth and jerked forward forcing a squick from Derpy’s lips. “Are you ready to finish Derpy?”

Derpy stared into Pinkamena’s eyes. She couldn’t take it after being wound up and swallowed her pride. “Yes.”

“You can ask nicer than that.” Pinkamena replied giving another little push.

“Please Pinkamena just…” Derpy started.

“Let you cum?... Say it.” Pinkamena said cutting her off.

“Please Pinkamena let me cum.” Derpy said with a look of defeat.

Pinkamena pulled the piece cloth off of the gag. She took the strip in her teeth and lowered it into the painting mare’s mouth. It tasted salty and bitter. “I lied when I said that piece of cake was made out of Golden Harvest. This preserved strip is all that’s left.” The strip passed Derpy’s mouth into her throat gagging her. Derpy started to choke on it. “Go on bite through it, it’s really thick.” Pinkamena said lowering it further. She started to move her body rubbing against the choking mare.

Derpy bit down on the strip of jerked meat swallowing it piece by piece as it was lowered further. The wet lips of the other mare pressed against her own both at her mouth and between her legs. The last bit of meat came with the pink mares tongue and she swirled it in between there mouths. The pink mares tongue went wild in Derpy’s mouth licking her checks, tongue and teeth until it was pulled out leaving Derpy to swallow the last morsel.

Derpy’s eyes rolled back as the sensation in between her hind legs reached a fever pitch. Her mouth opened and she groaned as a huge orgasm rolled over her.  She let out a small scream then felt her whole body go limp. She just lay their staring at the ceiling soaked in sweat and aching everywhere. She lay there for a few minutes in the afterglow feeling the other mare rub against her until she tensed up and collapsed on top of Derpy. Soon after Pinkamena stirred and started to undue the straps.

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Rainbow Dash watched the last ponies leave Sugarcube Corner. Rainbow dash wanted to go look for Pinkamena but she was exhausted. She had been running around since early morning finding and inviting guests and she had been hosting for almost half the party. She just wanted to get home and rest.

As she was saying her goodbyes to everypony almost all of them had asked her to thank Pinkie Pie or Pinkamena if they had known she was going by her full name now. Rainbow Dash allowed herself a moment of joy in what was otherwise a terrible night. She had accomplished one of her goals. Some of Pinkie Pie’s reputation was restored.

Maybe this would have been a bigger hit if the post office hadn’t had that small explosion. What was that about? Dash thought.

Rainbow Dash decided she would ask Pinkie why she left tomorrow and took off for home.

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The walk home was quite. The only thought that went through Derpy’s head was how she had no thoughts to think. It was like she was shut down; she just silently followed the Pinkamena who had insisted on walking her home.

When they walked through the door Derpy crawled into her bed exhausted. Pinkamena wrapped the covers around her and ran a fore hoof over her head rubbing her mane. Derpy closed her eyes and lay still trying to make sense of the day, of the month and of Pinkamena. She didn’t move when she felt drops of water hit her face.

“Are you asleep?” Pinkamena asked. Derpy didn’t respond and continued to lay still. A few minutes later Pinkamena spoke again. “I’m sorry.” Pinkamena whispered under her breathe. “I don’t know why I…” she studdered. “I think I… I love you.” The tears increased. “Sleep well.”

Derpy heard the other mare walk away open and shut the door. She slowly opened her eyes. Derpy lay in shock. She had almost been killed, taunted, beaten, force fed bits of another pony and raped. All that was done by a mare who supposedly loved her. Derpy laughed nervously for a moment. I’ve never been loved by another pony. she thought.

Derpy didn’t know what to do. I could turn her in and all this would be over. Derpy thought. I could tell them everything and they would drag her away in chains. I would be free, free to be alone… forever. Do I want her gone? Derpy asked herself. I am strong, I survived tonight and she probably isn’t going to kill me. It wasn’t all bad too.

Derpy felt the damp fur on her face. She raised a fore hoof up and wiped away a tear. “What should I do.” She asked herself.

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“What the Bucking Hell is wrong with Me!!!” Pinkamena screamed kicking over her steel tray table.

*CLANG!*

Implements of torture scattered about the floor. Pinkamena stared at them with a look of disgust. “What the Bucking Hell!” She screamed again. She ran over to her work bench and flung the Party Hat into the air spilling the hundreds of numbers onto the floor. She picked up the books on her work shelf and threw them to the floor.

Pinkamena walked over to the party table lifted her hind legs and bucked it breaking some of the gears. She climbed up onto the table and lay down. It was still damp from Derpy’s sweat and had her scent on it. Pinkamena pressed her muzzle to it and inhaled deeply.

She turned her head to the scattered instruments of torture that lay on the floor. “Why I am I like this.” She sobbed.

I raped her. I wanted to hurt her. I wanted to cut, bite, burn, electrocute, slice, saw, hack and commit any other torture I could think of to her. I wanted to watch her die, watch the life leave her eyes like all the others. Pinkamena thought. And I love her.

I love her and I want to kill her so badly just like everypony else. I spared the Cake Family because they are nice to me, and the stallion that runs the hardware store because I need tools. I don’t feel the need to hurt them but when she looks at me with those damn eyes full of fear and terror I, I, I don’t know. I see her and it’s just fine to be around her but when were alone all I want to do is hurt her.

“Why did I have to fall in love! Why can’t I be normal!” Pinkamena yelled.

Pinkamena stepped off the table and picked up her medical bag. Bringing it back to the table she opened it and pulled a syringe and a vial. Sticking the needle into the vial she emptied it into the syringe. “Three doses of sedative.” Pinkamena whispered. She pressed the needle into her left fore arm and pressed down on the stopper.

Pinkamena lay upon the table. I wonder if I will wake up tomorrow. She thought. She thought about her so called legacy and how little it mattered now. Yesterday she was in love and happy. Today she had raped the mare she loved and every minute of it she was fighting the urge to kill her. Pinkamena had no idea what she was to do but she was no longer needed think about that. She let the calm thought that she just might not have to deal with any of this in the morning. She might not have a morning at all. The room started to spin.

Pinkamena fell unconscious.

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Rainbow Dash sat on the floor of her room. She stared at her newly made audience.

“It’s ironic. That’s what it is ironic. I caused her to be ostracized and friendless and now I am in the same cloud as her.” Rainbow Dash said to the crowd.

“Twilight won’t make time for friendship after the Pinkie falling out. I just go to the library to read. Rarity never liked me that much anyway. Fluttershy has barricaded herself indoors after what happened to her face. Applejack is working twenty hours a day since Big Mac hurt his back and had to get a job in retail. That leaves Pinkie… Who I royally screwed over” Dash said. “I told myself that it would be okay because I have plenty of friends… Irony.”

Dash looked to her crowd. A pile of rocks, a bag of flour, a ball of lint and a bucket of turnips all made out of clouds sat in front of her.

“I don’t know what she sees in you guys.” Dash said crushing each of the four clouds back into the floor.

Dash choked back her tears. Over the last couple of weeks she had realized what was happing around her. Now it was all in front of her. She was alone.

“I am not going to give up.” She said weakly. “I am not going to give up!” she said again louder. “All I have to do is be loyal! I’ll win Pinkie back, I will help them all! I am going to save our friendships!”

“Right after I get some sleep.” Dash said crawling into bed for the night.