I would like a brief moment of silence to those Pinkie has killed over the course of this story. Before we begin, let's remember these ponies: Rainbow Dash, Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, Applejack, Applebloom, Berry Punch, Inkie Pie, Pinkie's parents, Owlowiscious and most of a forest….. thank you, and I'm sure the victims thank you as well.

Anyways, time to go write about the painful deaths of colorful cartoon ponies… wow, it sounds really bad when I put it that way.

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Rarity felt herself being tugged around. A thick strip of rough cloth was tied over her eyes and an odd taste was in her mouth. "What's going on," she asked, or rather, tried to ask. She had gotten no farther than 'wha-' before something long and wet slipped into her mouth. She felt warm gusts of wind on her face, regular and moist. Rarity cried out and began beating her hooves at the large warm thing lying on her. She heard a familiar humming noise and her hooves were pinned to the floor, though nothing touched them.

Celestia shifted her weight. The white unicorn was still so soft and tasty. It was like playing with a giant marshmallow. After a few minutes, the mare woke up and tried resisting so Celestia was forced to pin her limbs down. She leaned back and looked and the small succulent creature before her. An odd shiver ran through the alicorn and she licked Rarity slowly, starting at her stomach and moving up to her face. She expertly hooked her tongue around the blindfold and pulled it off. It wouldn't be any fun for her to be the only one to enjoy this.

Rarity stared in amazement at the figure above her. "Y-your ma-majesty," she said before Celestia forced her tongue into Rarity's mouth. She slid it around, fully enjoying the taste. Rarity began to squirm as the unpleasant feeling of the princess began forcing its way down her throat. Celestia's hair began to flow around her and began pooling by Rarity's flanks. It began rubbing, softly at first but getting harder and faster the whole time, slowly moving more and more between the two ponies.

"Rarity-" a voice came from somewhere to the side. She managed to pull away from the horned pegasus for a moment and looked over. She quickly noticed that she was in a large copy of Pinkie's bedroom except that everything was distorted and the furniture appeared to be on the walls and ceiling. A large black and blue figure was crouched over something lighter and more colorful; two somethings.

The glowing blue mane shifted for a moment and Rarity caught sight of an orange hoof. Strands of a purple and pink tail were wrapped around it. Then a lighter blue mane wrapped around her face and pulled it back to the side. Muffled cries came from where she saw Luna, but Rarity was too distracted to pay much attention. She could remember what happened the last time one of the princesses was 'set free' like this. 'I hope they don't do anything too bad to the girls,' she thought as Celestia began shifting. More weight was placed on Rarity's upper body as the princess began grinding against her.

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Pinkie watched everything from her control room with Pinkamena. She noticed a flurry of movement to her side and quickly slapped the dark pony's hoof. "Not while we're on the clock," she said without looking away from the glowing window Pinkamena had conjured up. "I know they're good at what they do, but that's why we put the cameras there."

"If you insist. I fail to see why we have to wait for them to finish before we get to play."

"Because we both know we enjoy it," Pinkie said, slapping Pinkamena's hoof away. It had slowly been moving back towards its original position, "and because it makes it easier to set up."

"But I like 'em feisty," Pinkamena joked, the humor sounding very strange coming from her deep, grating voice.

"You didn't much like it when Fluttershy beat you up," Pinkie answered quickly. Pinkamena seemed to darken and Pinkie smiled. "Oh-ho suh-nap!" A loud crash punctuated her words.

"Be silent," the huge shadow turned away, "tell me when they finish."

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Celestia stood up. The soft one was asleep; there would be no more enjoyment from that one, though she had lasted much longer this time. The alicorn was nearly satisfied. She looked over and saw her sister. The two fillies she had were being used in turns. Once one would fall asleep, they would change places, the first one being shaken awake just as the new one was falling asleep. "Sister," Celestia said walking over, "would you mind sharing?"

Luna didn't spare her sister a glance. Without missing a beat, her horn began glowing and a door appeared in front of Celestia. There was a light rapping at the door before it creaked open revealing Celestia's bloodshot eyes, the pupils still dilated to mere pinpricks. "Share sister, there are so few ponies here."

"Well thou werest the one who forget to check the area before we began. Besides, the fussy one was your prize, remember? Go enjoy her." Another door flashed into being, this one extending the length of the room, floor to ceiling.

Celestia turned back to shake the unicorn awake, but there was nothing on the floor. She shrieked in outrage and, turning, found a hole in the door her sister had conjured. She stuck her head in and collided with Luna who had tried to do the same. "WHERE ARE THEY?" Luna asked, her royal wheeze becoming more pronounced in her anger, "WE KNOW THOU HAST TAKEN THEM!"

Celestia saw that the fillies were gone. "I don't know where they are," Celestia said, "mine is gone as well."

The two rulers searched the room and soon found a door that was unlocked. It swung open silently and they stepped into a dimly lit hallway, the lite chattering of insects resounded from the walls and floor boards. Beady red eyes pierced the shadows, staring hungrily at the new arrivals. Celestia licked her lips, eyes half lidded, and took a step forward, her hips swaying as she moved.

The eyes seemed to widen and the hallway went silent. She took another step forward and claws scraped against the floor, eager to flee from these horned ponies.

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A sharp pain woke Rarity. She felt a tight pressure around her hooves and stomach. Her head was held down, but by something much softer. The pain in her side increased and she felt her heart beat much faster. It hammered against her ribs and her eyes shot open. She felt wide awake.

"Hey sleepyhead," Pinkie said setting down the vial of green liquid, "I almost had to use a full shot to wake you up. Nopony ever need that much." Pinkie giggled and began fiddling with a small round box.

'That's so tacky,' part of Rarity thought as she tried to look around, 'nopony has hat boxes anymore.' She was slightly higher than level on a cold hard surface. Looking down she saw her hooves had all been strapped down with colorful straps. She recognized it instantly. While she had never worked with real leather, too gruesome by far, she had, of course, used fauxl leather [pronounced foal]. Every designer worth her cutie mark has at some point. By the slight variations in color in it, Rarity could tell this wasn't fauxl leather holding her down; it was honest-to-Celestia pony skin. She decided then and there not to look around the room any more.

Pinkie emerged from the box with a large amount of purple swirled tissue paper clinging to her head. She quickly blinked her eyes and the paper ignited, burning to nothing in less than a second. Pinkie smiled and revealed what had been hidden in the paper.

A small tiara sat in her hooves. It was crafted from beaten gold and resembled the tiara that held the element of magic. It was covered with small purple chunks that Rarity recognized from her many hours searching through buttons. The purple studs on the jewelry were bone. The color caught Rarity's practiced eye almost immediately; this didn't surprise her, she had once spent hours trying to find the perfect compliments of color for it. The bone was from Twilight's horn.

"Do you like it?" Pinkie asked bouncing with excitement. "I made it special all by myself. Well, Twilight helped a little but only 'cuz I can't grow a horn. Wouldn't that look silly, me with a horn? I'd be all like peeeew, peew! Crash! Wa-bang! Psheeew, psheew!" Pinkie ran around the room pretending to use magic.

She stopped in mid-jump and cocked her head as though listening to somepony. Pinkie placed the tiara on her head and closed her eyes; a scowl flitted across her face. She vanished in a swirl of pink and purple lights, reappearing by Rarity. "Enough of that," she said tossing it to the side. It hit the floor with a loud clang, slowly spinning to a stop like a fallen bowl. Its whirling sound echoed strangely in the large room, but Pinkie seemed content to wait until it had stopped.

Pinkie looked down on her friend and a hungry look spread across her eyes. "It's not done yet, but it will be soon." Pinkie slowly lowered a hoof to Rarity's face. The white mare squirmed and tried to hit Pinkie with her horn. The pink hoof continued its painfully slow descent until it rested on Rarity's forehead.

Pinkie worked her hoof up and down Rarity's horn. It felt strange at first, but slowly became more and more pleasurable as time passed. An image flashed into Rarity's head as she relaxed her body; the pleasure was too good to fight against. She remembered all of the night's where dates had gone farther than planned; much farther. Rarity began shaking her head again, trying to get Pinkie to stop, but the pink pony just began sliding her hoof faster and faster. Rarity fully collapsed as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her head. As pressure began to build, Rarity was distracted enough to focus on what was actually happening.

She took a deep breath and concentrated, trying to block out the luxurious feelings in her head. She thought back to her days as a filly in the big city. Her parents had made sure she could cast a few different self-defense spells in case somepony tried to kidnap a cute little filly like herself. She began forming layer after layer of magic in her horn. The result would likely blow Pinkies leg off as well as leave Rarity feeling drained for a few days, but it would be worth it. If it had worked.

Pinkie continued rubbing. She knew instinctively how to make ponies feel good and this, she knew, was one of the best ways to make any unicorn feel good. It was her way of apologizing about taking Rarity's horn while she was still alive. Rarity's expressions changed rapidly as she moaned with the pleasure. Pinkie smiled, she just loved making her friends happy. Especially one she cared about as much as Rarity. A strange tingling went through Pinkie's hooves as she continued rubbing. The white horn began glowing and Pinkie knew what was happening.

"Well," she said angrily, "if you didn't like it I would have stopped. Why do you think I left your mouth open?" She placed both hooves by the brightly glowing horn. She placed one on the side and felt a jolt of energy shoot through her limbs. She smiled; Rarity was pretty good at magic for somepony that only used it for sewing. Bringing her other hoof back, Pinkie swung it as hard as she could into the hoof holding the horn. The horn was ripped off of Rarity's head, leaving a large dripping hole. The horn clattered to the ground a few hooves away.

Rarity screamed in pain. A unicorn's horn is the most sensitive part of her body, especially when they're using it for magic. A cascade of blood poured down her face, cutting her cries short as she began coughing up huge mouthfuls of the copper tasting red liquid.

"Calm down you big foal," Pinkie said grabbing a bathtub plug. It was slightly green, though small patches of off white showed through; it had clearly seen better, and cleaner, days. Blowing on it a few times to make sure no germs got into her friends poor head, Pinkie quickly stuffed the plug in place. Rarity let out another scream. The tainted rubber burned white-hot against her raw flesh. Blood continued to force its way through the edge of the ragged wounds, though its flow was considerably lessened. The plug shook with every pulse of the frantic unicorn's heart.

Pinkie bounced over to the horn. Rarity's cries fluctuated, her amazing singing voice transferring easily into her screams. "Nice vibrato," Pinkie commented as though listening to an opera, "I wish I could hit notes that high." She giggled and picked up the bloody appendage on the floor. She gnawed at the meat stuck to the bottom.

"Wow Rarity," she said. Her voice was difficult to understand due to the large amounts of blood and drool pooling in the fur around her mouth. "I guess all those trips to the spa kept you nice and tender." She quickly stripped the horn of its meat and nibbled gently at the base as she continued. "I bet you'll make the bestest cupcakes." She set the horn down on a nearby cart and picked up the tiara, carefully placing it by the still bloody horn.

"Now then," she said, her face pulling into a grin, "what game do we get to play first?"

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A huge eye; the pupil a tiny black dot surrounded by bright red tracks. Teeth chattering, shivering moans. A painful force crushing her to the floor over and over again. Never stopping, never slowing. Her joints beginning to creak and groan under the intense pressure.

Scootaloo screamed as her eyes flew open. Nearby, she heard Sweetie belle do the same thing. She felt herself completely drenched with sweat and the ache in her hips told her what she feared most: it was more than a dream. The orange pegasus realized she was panting and tried to slow her breathing, but that only caused her to let out a jaw cracking yawn. 'How much did that take out of me?' she wondered.

She was surrounded by intense darkness; she could almost feel it pressing in on her; a thick breathing canvas of ebon that drained the spirit. She shook her head, trying to dispel the memories. "Sweetie Belle," she said as loud as she could manage, "you here?"

Sweetie heard her friend yell. But couldn't bring herself to answer. After what they had just gone through together, Sweetie didn't think she ever wanted to talk again, but Scootaloo persisted. The small unicorn tried to answer, but her voice broke almost immediately in a silent croak. She concentrated, focusing the last of her energy in her horn. A tiny marble sized ball of light came into being lighting up the immediate area.

"Sweetie Belle," she heard from her left, "thank Celestia you're okay."

"No," her voice was cold and hard, it almost surprised her into silence again, "never thank that thing for anything again."

Scootaloo could feel the ghosts of pain from their recent experience. "Sorry, force of habit."

"Where are we?" Sweetie asked, her voice falling back to a whisper.

"I don't know, I woke up at about the same time you did. Thanks for the light though."

Sweetie grunted; the small amount of energy needed for the light was almost too much for her. "No-eh- problem, Scootaloo." She felt more sweat forming on her coat and knew if Rarity saw her she would never hear the end of it.

They looked around the room, Sweetie's faint light cast a pale glow across everything. They were in an empty room. Water dripped steadily from a large crack in the ceiling. A large brown puddle had already formed and taken over a large area. Fetid smells wafted off of it and the water thrummed with a hidden presence.

Scootaloo managed to climb to her hooves. Her body ached and she was almost too tired to stand up. She stumbled over to Sweetie Belle and flopped onto the floor. "I'm scared," Sweetie said. She shivered violently as though cold.

"Don't worry," Scootaloo answered, her voice uneven. She tried to sound reassuring, to copy Rainbow Dash's constant confidence, but she couldn't manage to sound very convincing. Just thinking about the cyan mare brought painful memories to mind and reminded Scootaloo what was probably going to happen to her and her friend. "I-I'm sure we can find a way out. We did last time, didn't we?" A small wave of confidence worked through the two fillies.

"Yeah," Sweetie said, her trembling minutely less, "we did."

"So I'm sure we can get out now, especially if we work together."

"Wait," a strange conversation came into Sweetie's mind. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she remembered just what had happened when she left the last time. "They're just playing with us, or at least, they were."

"What do you mean?" Scootaloo felt herself growing cold as her newfound confidence left as quickly as it had come. It left her feeling emptier than she had before. She had a strong feeling that Sweetie Belle was right.

Sweetie Belle told the orange filly all about what had happened in her escape, from seeing Applebloom get caught to Pinkie finding her at the cliff. "She knows where we are and when everything happens. She let us escape."

With the despair came darkness. It fell back upon them heavily; Sweetie no longer had the energy or drive to create the werelight. As the utter blackness returned, the two ponies managed to crawl closer together. They held each other tightly, afraid of what lay beyond their vision. Huge rumbles echoed through the stone and they could feel eyes on them. Every few seconds the sound of claws scrabbling across the stone could be heard and the darkness seemed to pulse with life; horrible, twisted facsimiles of life that existed only to pervert nature.

The darkness was total; the fear, complete. The dripping of the water could still be heard, as could the muffled cries of the two fillies as they lay cold and alone, trapped far beyond hope of aid.

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I apologize for the slowness of my updates lately, it's been rather hectic. I should be able to upload two chapters tomorrow and maybe even one for my other story "Sorrow's Downpour". Over the weekend I should be able to finish up both of these stories and then I can begin work on my other story ideas next week.

Also, sorry NowImTaken. I said I would try to include the little quotes from future chapters at the end of the chapters. I would've liked to do that, but the chapters aren't planned in advance, so it doesn't really work out. I may try and include that in later stories though; they shouldn't be as sporadic. If you noticed, one of the quotes I used hasn't taken place yet. It probably won't for another chapter or two.

I'm going to do a brief contest. I have been having more and more trouble coming up with fitting chapter names lately, so if you have an idea for a chapter name for the next Pinkie scene, lemme know and I may just use it *squee* (It will be used in Chapter 27 where the three main scenes from this chapter are continued.)

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS STORY PLEASE! (It's big so it stands out :3)

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