This hit me while I was waiting for Word to load… MLP: FiM- My Loving Pedo: Fondling isn't Molesting… must-watch -this-show *drools*

Also, it seems official. I have Pinkie Pie (not Meanie Pie or Pinkamena) hanging around with me when I write… so cute and fluffy. /)*3*(\

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My name is Pinkie Pie, (Hello!)

And I am here to say, (How ya' doin?)

I'm gonna make you smile,

And I will brighten up your day!

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Pinkie's voice floated out of the darkness, "Eenie meanie miney…"

The crusaders managed to huddle together and were peering around frantically, trying to find out where the pony was. Suddenly, from in between the three fillies Pinkamena's voice yelled, "MOE!"

Sweetie Belle screamed as she was carried off. She could feel the wind pushing back her mane, causing it to flutter wildly. The air rushed past and she felt herself round corner after corner. The sounds of her friends following after died away quickly.

"Come little one, we will have such fun!" The huge form carrying her continued on at its reckless pace, seeming not even to turn at the corners. Small droplets began hitting Sweetie Belle and she realized she was drooling. She wiped it away quickly, but could still feel a cold sliminess where it had been.

They eventually came to a stop in a cool damp area. "Rest now," the haunting voice said as it grew quitter, fading as it moved away. "And if I were you, I'd leave the lights off."

Sweetie Belle could still hear a faint laughter even when the creature was long gone. She began to feel around, hoping for some clue as to where she was and what she was n. It felt strange and squishy, yet oddly firm. It was most and there was a faint stench in the air.

Sweetie Belle pushed as hard as she could, feeling all of her energy rush into her small, untrained horn. She managed a feeble glow and, in the short burst of weak pink light, saw enough to chill her to the bones.

She was sitting on a mound of ponies. Many were missing their heads while more were completely skinned and gutted. She had managed to catch a glimpse of one pony who still had a cutie mark, though most of the rest of her skin was gone, Sweetie could tell it was her classmate: Silver Spoon.

She began to whimper softly, alone and terrified. Her stomach was twisted in knots and with each squelch beneath her she fell more and more unclean. She silenced herself when she heard a snuffling in the direction Pinkamena had carried her in from. She didn't want to attract any more attention than she already had.

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It doesn't matter now, (What's up?)

If you are sad or blue, (Howdy!)

'Cuz cheering up my friends

Is just what Pinkie's here to do!

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The lights flashed on. "Where is she?" Scootaloo and Applebloom yelled at the same time. They began running around yelling for Sweetie Belle. They ran in circles for a few moments then crashed head first into each other.

"Hold on a second, hold on," Applebloom pulled Scootaloo next to her. She had been about to run around yelling again. "We need to think of a plan. We know that there's an evil monster here an' it got Sweetie Belle. We know that it killed Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash and maybe even Twilight and Applejack. And, it can change to look like different ponies. There's nothing we can do here. We should try to leave and get help."

"What are you saying?" Scootaloo couldn't believe that Applebloom was trying to get them to abandon Sweetie Belle. "We have to try and save her." She jumped up and started running down a nearby hallway but Applebloom grabbed her.

"Stop," Applebloom spun the pegasus around, "if you just run in there, do ya' think ya' can beat the monster who killed Rainbow Dash and escaped from Princess Celestia for longer than we've been alive?"

"No, but," Scootaloo made a vague gesture towards the hallway.

"Ah know, but we can't help her right now. We need to get help. We shouldn't have come here anyways; we just got ourselves into more trouble."

Scootaloo shrugged weakly and began walking towards the door. Tears dripped from her eyes and hit the floor as she went, trying not to waste time looking back.

"Here," Applebloom said, throwing Scootaloo a cart used for moving the larger cakes, "yall can go faster alone than ya' would if ah was there with ya'. I'll stay here and try to find Sweetie Belle, you go get help."

"I can't leave both of you," Scootaloo's voice was barely more than a whisper, "I can't."

"Look, the sooner yall leave the sooner ya' can get back with help and save Sweetie. I can try and leave a trail so ya' know where to go if ah get caught." Heavy footsteps sounded through the hallway farthest from the two fillies. "Go," Applebloom ran down another hallway.

"But-" Scootaloo shook her head. Her eyes narrowed and she jumped on the cake cart. "I'll do this and I'll get back in time to save them." Her wings began buzzing like an engine and she shot off through the huge double doors and into the tunnel.

Applebloom watched her go, a strange feeling of loss washed over her and she began running. She kept yelling and making lots of noise as if Scootaloo was still with her. She paused for a quick rest and knew that her scheme had worked. She could faintly hear stealthy movements just around every corner after she turned it. She knew she was supposed to hear them; it was all part of the game.

Scootaloo buzzed through the tunnel. She noticed splatters of red along it and strange black puddles. Mist rose from these and she somehow knew that touching them would be like touching half melted slush. Huge hoof-prints were embedded in the floor regularly causing the cart to bounce and jerk as it sped along.

Scootaloo soon reached the tunnel's end and shot through the doors. Just as the cart cleared the hidden doors though, she felt herself grabbed by an extremely powerful force. She was lifted off the scooter and thrown into the ground. There was a loud smack and she sunk in several inches. She could feel her wings crumple as all her weight was thrown onto them.

Pinkie leaned over the orange pegasus. "And where exactly do you think you're going?" Pinkie asked. "Nopony said it was time to leave. Your party hasn't even started yet."

There was a crashing sound a little ways away. The cart had continued on and smashed into a tree. It was now stuck into the trunk, quivering after its sudden stop.

Scootaloo forced herself out of the ground and was alarmed to see Pinkie seem to teleport in front of her. 'How'd she get so fast?' Scootaloo thought. She pretended to limp as she walked towards Pinkie's waiting grin. She'd fallen out of Rainbow's cloud house enough to ignore pain a lot worse than what she was feeling now. She'd also been trained by Rainbow Dash. She couldn't do a sonic rainboom, or even get close, but she could go fast enough to beat most pegasi, even when she was on hoof.

Pinkie reached out, as though she was going to hug the injured filly. 'This is so easy,' she thought as she grinned from ear to ear, hooves held wide. Something seemed off about the limp. Pinkie lunged forward to grab Scootaloo, but she suddenly wasn't there.

"What the-" Pinkie spun around. Scootaloo was racing along, an orange and purple blur. She had already reached the tree where the cake cart had gotten stuck and was working at prying it loose. "No," Pinkie screamed as she charged at Scootaloo, "nopony leaves until their party is done!"

Scootaloo gave a huge tug and the cart slid out of the wood. It knocked her over and made a large gash where it hit her head, but she pushed it off and jumped on.

"I said no," Pinkie swung her hoof at the offending filly. Scootaloo managed to dodge it and it hit the handle of the cart instead. Where it hit shattered, but the rest of the cart flew onwards at a blinding speed, thrown by the ungodly strength of the pink pony.

Pinkie raced after the diminishing figure in the forest. Scootaloo, even with her wings injured, managed to steer away from every tree, every rock. She even managed to hop over a trench, doing a flip as she cleared the obstacle. Pinkie ran on, not caring what she hit. There was little left in the forest after the fire, but the ponies had done miracles in regrowing it; it now looked as though it had been growing for years. Saplings and rocks crumbled as Pinkie ran on, heedless of everything other than catching the fleeing filly.

Then came the cliff.

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'Cuz I love to make you smile, smile, smile!

Yes I do!

It fills my heart with sunshine all the while!

Yes it does!

'Cuz all I really need's a smile, smile, smile!

From these happy friends of mine!

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Applebloom could hear the hoofsteps getting closer. She continued running and making noise, trying to convince this 'Pinkamena' that Scootaloo was still with her. She came to a door that had a plaque on it.

Pinkie's Room

There were little balloons engraved on it as borders. She ran in the room and slammed the door.

Applebloom tore through the room, trying to find a place to hide from the incoming monster. She looked up and saw that the light was hanging like a trapdoor and above it was what looked like a brightly colored tunnel. She knew she couldn't reach or climb this so she slid under the bed; barely getting her head under it.

Pinkamena could hear her prey. It ran into a room just ahead of her. She rounded the corner, already knowing what room it was. "Well, well, well," she chuckled, "usually we have to beg the mares to go in there with us."

She melted down into a shadow on the floor and slid along into the room. As Pinkamena took her true form again she looked around. There was no sign of the fillies other than that they had been running around in here recently. She looked up and saw the tunnel hanging open. Fear gripped her.

"No," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "if they get out into the city, we are finished here." Pinkamena jumped straight up into the tunnel, narrowing her body as she went. She landed most of the way in the tunnel and slid up the length of it like a snake. Her swishing tail hit the bed, momentarily revealing Applebloom as she hid.

As soon as she was gone Applebloom jumped up and ran out of the room.

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I like to see you grin! (Awesome!)

I love to see you beam! (Rock on!)

The corners of your mouth turned up

Is always Pinkie's dream! (Hoof bump!)

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"Sweetie Belle," she heard a familiar voice call softly, a cracked laughter followed it, "Sweetie Belle? Are you there Sweetie? I just wanna play. Why won't you play with me Sweetie?"

She tried to stay as still and quiet as possible, but the shuffling sounds were moving closer and she knew it was only a matter of time before she was found. She knew from her earlier attempts at creating light that she was in a small room connected to a narrow hallway.

Sweetie Belle took a deep breath, there was only one thing she could think of doing to hide herself here. She pushed herself backwards, sinking into the pile of fetid corpses. Their stink rose up swiftly around her and she could feel cold slimy fluids mat her coat down. After living with Rarity she knew that these would stain her coat for a long time to come… if she could survive that long.

Sweetie Belle pushed her way through the pile until there were several 'layers' hiding her from anything that might be watching. She had left a little hole that she could see out of in case something did happen. She would come to regret this, she already knew.

The misshapen creature dragged itself along the hallway. It called for its friend, wanting to play. "Sweetie Belle," it moaned, pain was all it could remember. Pain was all that had ever been for it. But now it knew its friend was here and they could have, "so much fuuuuuun." It foamed at the mouth slightly, pulling its nightmarish form down the narrow hallway. "Sweeetie Beeeelle." It gave another round of its cracked laughter. 'So much fun, so much fun, so much fun, so much fun, SO MUCH FUN,' it screamed in its head, unable to vocalize its pleasure. It regained control, still screaming in its head, its eerie voice joined the chorus, "SO MUCH FUN! SO MUCH FUN SWEETIE BELLE!"

It entered the room and a thought crossed its malformed mind. "Sweetie can't see as good as I can," it said loudly, seeming to expect an answer from itself. It closed its eyes and concentrated. The room was lit by an even yellowish glow that seemed to have no source. Everything was even illuminated, leaving no shadows and distorting distances.

"We play hide and seek Sweetie Belle?" it said. It could smell her, so cute and small, but it couldn't find her. "One, two, three, five, eighteen-ten! Ready or not I coming!"

Sweetie Belle peered out through the hole in bodies that she'd left. She could see an abnormal yellow glow over everything and a 'thing' looking around on the floor in front of the bodies.

She nearly vomited, but managed to put her hooves up and hold it in her mouth. She knew the chimera would find her if she let it out so she forced herself to swallow it. Her mouth burned from holding in the acid and she could taste her breakfast again. Thinking of the food while covered in decomposing ponies nearly made her vomit again. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that she knew she wouldn't be able to make herself swallow it again.

On the floor in front of her was a creature that she knew had to be considered a crime against nature. It had a multicolored body that bubbled and rippled as the creature moved. It was very fleshy and resembled the bottom of a slug, slime included. Sticking out of it at strange angles were multiple sets of pony legs. There was a thick trunk at the top that could have been a neck. Fused together at the end of this were pony heads. Many were blackened and shriveled, clearly long dead. Others were still dead only… 'fresher'. A few still had the appearance of being alive but hung listlessly. The ones that were most active still stood high and were near the front. The foremost of these were Rainbow Dash, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy and Applejack; though Rainbow Dash's eyes would close for long periods of times every so often.

The thing began crawling up the mountain of corpses. As it stepped over her, Sweetie Belle could ear faint screams coming from within as though it were screaming without opening its mouths. A powerful smell washed over her, the rotting bodes smelled like flowers in comparison. Sweetie Belle was alarmed to notice that 'other' body parts had been formed just as haphazardly as the legs and heads.

Her mind flashed back a few days to when she found Spike and Rarity together and got mad at them, thinking they had been screwing; then to when she actually found them. As a particularly large stallion slid by, she found herself, not embarrassed by these thought as she had once been, but rather yearning for those easier, safer times.

Sweetie belle began crying softly, trying to hide her sniffles from the monster climbing above her. She had started calming herself down when she heard a strange crunching noise. The creature was eating away at the mound of bodies, still saying her name in between bites.

"Sweetie play," the monster said, its voice seeming not to come directly from any of the heads. "Sweetie wan play hide and seek so we play hide and seek." It tore the head off of a young looking pegasus corpse and swallowed it whole. "We find you Sweetie. We gon play have so much fun."

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But if you're kind of worried,

And your face is made of frown,

I'll work your heart and do my best

To turn that sad frown upside down!

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Can't believe that I haven't used the Smile Song until now. Hope you like the new chapter. More on the CMC coming up next I hope. Review, comment, fave, subscribe, whatever.

I have an announcement. This is the first chapter of the story published on the FiMfiction site. Meaning that the others on there were all written before I published this story there, this was written after I uploaded it there.

Pinkie says hi btw

And, to the three ponies who have been reviewing for most of this story, thank you. Timefather64, The Spectacular Venom, and NowImTaken /)^3^/)

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