A new chapter. Who will join me in this extension of Pinkie's fun?

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Darkness. Tiny clicking noises echoed quietly around the tight prison of whiteness. Spike found himself bound with constricting ropes of some sticky material. He tried to move his head to look around, but he found himself held tightly by the thread.

It fit closely around him, almost a second skin. Spike could feel twin pricks of pain coming from his stomach. 'What now?' he thought. His mouth was bound shut and his nostrils stuck out slightly past the webs around him and his claws and tail were unable to move; he had no way to break the web.

The clicking noises continued, now growing closer and closer. Spike began bouncing up and down and he realized that not only was he held by webs, he was hanging from one too. A heavy weight settled near him and he felt a light touch slide slowly across his head. Spike shivered; he could feel his scales trying to crawl away from that touch.

A draft of air began blowing across his head as the weight seemed to lean in. Spike did his best to brace himself for the coming pain; he knew it would be the end.

White hot agony; twin suns of pain flared in his head. The small dragon could feel the fangs as they slid deeper and deeper spreading their noxious poison. A strange sense of release filled his aching head as the spider moved away. Spike found himself sighing as the pain lessened. Suddenly the Spider lunged and bit deeply into his back. Spike twisted in pain, trying to find some way to throw himself from the agony.

Five times he was bitten, and five times he screamed in his mind, unable to open his mouth. The purple dragon shuddered. He could feel his life ebbing away in steady drips. He could hear his blood as it dripped steadily onto the floor far below. Colors flashed across his vision, the images contrasting sharply with his stark white prison.

The colors spun and swirled, mixing in ways that seemed torturous on the eyes. They combined in ways that t seemed they should not, colors swirling into complex mockeries of what they once were. They grew brighter and brighter, flaring as though thousands of suns filled Spike's vision. They whirled and mixed, running and combining. His sanity began slipping; he could almost hear it as it left him.

"These colors," he said, reaching out to touch them. They played over his claws like water in a rippling stream. "They're so awesome." A distorted bastard of red and brown, somehow mixed in ways that were impossible before, passed over his hand leaving a tingling feeling. Spike began laughing; he didn't know why, only that this feeling made him want to laugh.

He saw the faces of his friends begin forming in the colors. They whirled and spun, distorted and dripped just like the colors. "Rarity," he said, pulling his lovers face in close. She giggled as he ran his claws through her mane. He remembered she had a sweet spot near there and began rubbing his claws playfully. She began laughing, tossing her head playfully. Suddenly the image exploded, white sparks flying around a purple star. The tiny sparkles drew inwards, collapsing on themselves until they faded to nothing.

Spike found himself falling. The colors moving in an angry swirl around him. They drew in his attention, drawing him in, keeping him unaware. A whistling noise reached his ears, the colors now began forming new shapes, ones of violence and loss, bloodshed and heartbreak. He saw Rarity stretched out on a large wooden pole, her legs dangling by tiny patches of skin. Her eyes had been gouged out and were facing outwards from their new vantage point in her mouth. Blood pooled below her, steam rising from it in the cool morning air. The steam wound itself around forming into new pictures. Rarity faded away to be replaced by Twilight. Her head lay on the ground looking into Spike's eyes. Her horn had been broken off and jammed deeply into an eye socket. There was a flash and tiny black insects began crawling over the corpse, leaving sun-bleached bones. The image began revolving showing Spike a now barren Ponyville. Bones lay everywhere in jumbled heaps; heads were scattered across the landscape, all seeming to look pleadingly at the purple dragon.

Spike screamed and bean clawing at his eyes, trying desperately to rid himself of these images. More and more flooded in. They pulled at his mind, ripping away at it until he could do nothing but watch as the scenes grew worse and worse. He watched his friends succumb to slow torture by faceless enemies. He began to hear their cries, bloodcurdling screams of pain that shattered his sense of being.

A hoof slammed into his face, drawing him back into himself. A sharp pain in his neck was followed closely by one on the other side. The colors faded for a moment and he found himself looking into the bright blue eyes of Pinkie Pie. A huge shadow stood in the background, red eyes glaring. Spike knew that his troubles were just starting, he found himself wishing for the spider's poison; surely a slow agonizing death would be better than anything Pinkie had planned.

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The huntress sat in her web. Over her millennia of life it had grown and now encompassed a cave that ran through much of Equestria. It was far underground where little ventured, but that was fine, she only needed food when she was to grow, and very little could challenge her at this size. She was the queen of darkness, the creator of all that crawls within the night. A small dragon hung below in the maze of silk. It wouldn't be long now before the web had mixed with its flesh thoroughly enough to begin the injections.

A small change in the air told her that it was time. She began lowering her massive body down the hidden strands. Soon she came to be level with her meal. She leaned in and bit down slowly, allowing her venom to spread slowly through the small creature. It writhed in pain as they all did, but that mattered little to the huntress, she knew no pity, only anger and survival. She continued biting down in the proper areas; it had been long since she found a dragon, but the proper epicenters for her bites still stood out clearly in her mind.

The creature began making strange sounds once more; it wouldn't be long before the neurotoxins had completely broken the small thing's mind. Then she could break its insides and fully enjoy its essence.

A bright light flared in her lair. She hissed loudly, surprised and in pain. Light had never before entered into her sanctuary, especially not light this bright. A noise rang out, crashing against her ears like an avalanche. It was the pink one, two of them it sounded like. She hissed, they were not allowed here and now they would join the purple creature in her webs, more food for her unholy bulk.

A whistling noise rang out in the air and buried itself in her leg. She hissed out once more, venom beginning to foam and drip round her mandibles. There was a loud crunching noise and a le hung uselessly. A metal shaft was buried deep in her leg, two more quickly joined it. The pink one made noise again, just as loud and painful. This was the final allowance, nothing could be allowed to touch, let alone harm, her dark magnificence.

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Pinkie ran through the halls, her pink mane flaring out behind her as she went. She knew instantly every turn to make, every hidden passage that would speed her along. She soon found herself standing before a large staircase that led down to a short tunnel. At the other end of the tunnel was a small storage room with a huge rubber plug melted into the wall.

"Now where?" she asked, sensing Pinkamena's approach.

The huge shadow pony seemed almost to melt into being beside her. "Straight down, but in a back corner of the room there is a hole near the ceiling, that's where it ran after I set it loose. I believe it leads to more of these tunnels." Pinkie nodded and continued forward.

Rank air drifted from the hole. It was complete darkness within, but Pinkie knew that whatever lived there could be just as deadly with light as without. She thought for a moment before remembering something. She jumped into the pile of objects in the middle of the room. She had placed them here long ago when she had first gotten the oracle. She didn't know the purpose for many of the objects, but a few had come in very handy over the years. She knew that somewhere in there was a large spotlight, one of her own invention. "Maybe it's time for a little party light," Pinkie thought with a giggle as she picked up the modified cannon shape.

Pinkie switched on the device. It shot small spheres of light all over the cavern. They exploded, covering the cave with bright patches of uniform light. Soon a ball of light hit a large bundle suspended by thick white ropes. "Found him," Pinkie said handing the light cannon to Pinkamena. She reached into her tail and pulled out the harpoon gun. It was rusty and stank of blood; Pinkie didn't mind, blood worked so much better than oil, provided that you kept it from drying out. She saw the huge bloated body of the black spider. The spider hissed at the sudden light, its vivid green eyes contracting suddenly.

"Come Venom," Pinkamena yelled, her voice sounding more like colliding metal than real speech. The spider hissed and drew itself back slightly. Pinkamena sighed, she had studied her pet enough to know how it thought and acted. She knew this meant it was going to attack. "Venom, no! Bad spider, bad spider!" The creature recoiled, seeming almost to hold its head. It hissed once more and prepared to charge the two ponies.

Pinkie giggled and fired a harpoon. It sailed through the air, barely visible due to the distance. It struck the spider's le in mid-step, driving deep into a joint with a loud crunching noise. Pinkie quickly loaded and fired two more harpoons, completely destroying the leg.

The spider jumped off of its web, falling dozens of hooves to the floor. It struck with a loud smack, not unlike the sound of a pony being crushed under a mill wheel. It was a sound Pinkie was quite familiar with. The spider picked itself up and began running at Pinkie. Pinkamena now blended in perfectly with the shadows, claws slowly forming around her hooves. Pinkie lifted the harpoon gun and fired a flurry of shots. They plunged deep into the bulbous eyes of the arachnid; eight shots, eight pierced pupils. The dire creature threw itself at the pain. It tumbled through the air, but quickly regained its feet, seeming to smell out Pinkie's new location.

Pinkie smiled, this was almost as good as the last time she'd gotten a pet. She had taken it too far that time and ended up with Gummi instead, but he turned out to work just fine for her. She also ended up with lots of new suitcases and belts that now adorned her room in the Sugarcube Corner; nopony got to see them, but they were still nice to look at.

A loud rumbling drew Pinkie's attention. She saw boulders being ripped free from the wall by Pinkamena. Delivering a few kicks, the shadowy pony had fashioned a huge glove and club out of the stone. Pinkie smiled, she knew what this meant. 'Pinkamena,' she mentally sent to her counterpart, 'you always have the best ideas.'

Pinkie waited until the rampaging spider had honed in on her and was running straight at her. She jumped in the air, kicking off the ground hard enough to crack the ancient stone. She flew through the air, feeling the whispers of the spider below her as it searched for the one who had caused it so much pain so quickly. Pinkie plunged downwards, kicking her hooves out at just the right time. There was a loud crack and a spatter of black and green ooze shot up around her as she collided with the enormous spider, crushing its back and leaving it momentarily paralyzed.

Pinkie saw the large stone bat flying through the air at her. She reached up with one hoof and caught it effortlessly. She used her other to toss the spider in the air. It hung there, motionless for a second before it drifted over to Pinkamena.

Pinkie spread her hind legs a little and lowered herself into the proper stance. The bat rested just behind and above her, slowly moving in a small circle. Pinkamena gave a huge cry as she threw the giant spider as hard as she could. It shot through the air, speed making it almost invisible. Pinkie lashed out with the bat, the spider continued moving towards Pinkie for a second after it was hit. Huge jets of steaming ooze shot out form its shattered body as it was destroyed by the bat. It mewled in pain, its cries making Pinkie's eardrums ache.

Pinkie quickly pulled the bat away from it, moving fast enough to keep it from falling. She struck it with the bat again, as hard as she could. Even though it towered over her, the spider was flung through the air, back it Pinkamena. It seemed to break up as it went, but moving quickly, Pinkamena managed to catch all of the pieces. "You're out," she growled, a dark smile spreading across her face.

"Nope," Pinkie said as she began running around the cavern, "you missed one."

"What?" Pinkamena looked around, trying to find the last piece so she could tag out her smaller counterpart.

Pinkie began rounding the last side of the cavern and Pinkamena knew she was almost out of time. She bucked the wall of the cavern causing a huge rock to dislodge and fall on Pinkie, trapping the much smaller pony while she searched for the missing piece.

A grinding noise awakened Pinkamena from her search, she looked around and saw Pinkie pulling herself along with her chin while the immense boulder on her back, flattening her to the ground. Pinkamena yelled out and moved towards Pinkie, but it was too late, she'd made it back to where she started. Pinkie giggled and threw the rock away from her. She reached into her mane and pulled out a huge spider head. She tossed it to Pinkamena, still giggling. "Looks like I win this time."

Pinkamena dropped the oozing pieces of spider on the ground. They landed in a pile with a wet smack. She turned away grumpily and mumbled something about the sun being in her eyes.

A strange chocking noise caught their attention and they turned suddenly, expecting another spider. Instead they saw a bundle of white stuck to the giant mass of webs. A small circle of purple stuck out of it and it wiggled furiously, small red droplets falling from the back of it. "Spike?" Pinkie called, "is that you?"

She ran over and quickly climbed the webs, their adhesive coating somehow failing to hold her. She studied the white blob that held Spike in place. "Hmmmm, it looks like I just hafta cut here and-" the wrapped bundle that was Spike fell quickly. He hit the ground, splitting the thick cords on the rocks below. Pinkie jumped down and landed, cat-like, beside the small dragon. She leaned over and gave him a quick once-over.

"He seems all right," Pinkamena said, "I can still smell death on him, but it isn't very close."

"All right?" Pinkie said looking at her dark side carefully; Pinkamena wasn't one to be wrong about things like this, she could smell injuries. "He has five broken bones, a concussion and five bites from that stupid spider of yours." She began going through the needles she kept in her mane, "and that's just what I found from looking at him." She pushed two strange looking needles into him. One was made of a small white horn and seemed to have nothing in it, but when she pushed it in Spike's eyes shot open and seemed to clear a bit.

Pinkie was surprised to see that a colorful rainbow film had somehow appeared over his eyes, the anti-venom quickly cleared it away though. She could see his eyes though, even when he lost consciousness after the second injection; his eyes remained open. The pupils were ragged and seemed black pits devoid of life, rather than his usual bright cheery eyes that seemed almost to smile at times. The green of his irises was darkened and shot through with brown, almost an exact replica of the thick, putrid water of the Froggy Bottom Bog.

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The loud splintering of the door against the wall reawakened the two alicorns to their situation. They were both freed now, but they were still trapped somewhere deep underground by a mare who had overpowered them twice now. Adding to the situation, Celestia was still horned, though not in the way they needed.

Luna looked over and saw a pink hoof flying towards her face; she ducked and felt it as it slid through her mane. Opening her eyes, she found herself on the floor inches from the pink mare. She couldn't help herself. She tightened her mane around the hoof and shot her head forward, mouth open tongue lolling. A sharp pain exploded across the back of her head and her vision dimmed for a few seconds.

She shook her head, trying to clear it, but the pain exploded again, harder this time. Immense power hid behind the blow and Luna could tell that whoever had hit her was holding back almost the entire hit. She froze, knowing that it would probably be better for her if she did. A shadow covered her eyes and twin pressures held her head steady; she was tilting dangerously after the repeated blows.

"Be patient my queen," Pinkie whispered, "there will be plenty of time for that later." The smell of cotton candy filled Luna's senses as the pink mare released her and moved away. Unable to hold her head up, Luna fell forward the rest of the way. Her head struck the ground with an audible crack and she lost consciousness.

Celestia watched as her sister lost control and attempted to please their captor. 'She always was one for bondage,' Celestia thought as she sighed. Enormous hooves suddenly seized her from behind, crushing the air from her body. She tried to stab backwards with her horn, but a sharp pain reminded her that the horn was no longer there to gouge with.

Celestia opened her mouth, oblivious to Pinkie's raised voice. Celestia bit down on the hoof nearest to her face and was rewarded with a teeth jarring crash as her teeth found no purchase. The slammed together with the full force of the white alicorn's bite, cracking loudly and punching through her tongue in several places. She cried out, already feeling the warmth of the blood as it filled her mouth and run down her throat; its warm harsh texture dried her mouth and made her wish for something to remove the taste. Its scent, thick and coppery, filled her nose as even more blood dripped down her face and onto the hooves holding her. The blood formed small pools on the fur around her. It wasn't black, more like a complete absence with an edge resembling millions of strands of fur. The blood sat for a second before suddenly being drawn in, the place where it was glowed for a second, before fading back to nothingness.

A sharp pain went through Celestia's flanks and she saw a pink mass of hair sticking out over the enormous legs holding her. The clatter of metal sounded and several scalpels were thrown across the room, sticking into the wall with rapid vibrations.

"I'd say about a four and a half," came a deep rumbling voice form above the alicorn. The mass of hair bounced and a new pain shot through her side, deeper than the others.

"Yup," said Pinkie, "four and a half exactly." She stood up and held out a dripping scalpel to Celestia. "Wanna try some?" Pinkie asked as the blood dripped to the floor with a regular patter, "you're really, really good." Celestia found herself shaking in anger, so much had been done by the two ponies holding her right now and they would have to pay, one way or the other.

Pinkie leaned in, awaiting a response, a large smile on her face. Celestia inhaled deeply, Pinkie's eyes seemed to brighten as she awaited what would surely be a 'yes', it wasn't often that somepony wanted to try some of themselves. Celestia held the breath for a moment, considering what could happen if she went through with her plan. She shrugged, too late now. Pulling hard with her throat muscles, Celestia pulled up the biggest mass of bile and phlegm that she could. She allowed it to sit in her mouth for a second, mixing with the copious amounts of blood. She spat it out onto the pink mare's face.

It seemed to expand in the air so that when it finally hit, it covered much of Pinkie's face. Her eye began twitching as the sticky red fluids rolled down her face, dripping against the floor. There was a whistling noise and Celestia's ear was shoved into her face, the bottom ragged and bleeding from where Pinkie had ripped it off. Almost at the same time, a second white ear was shoved into her mouth, adding to the lake of blood already flowing there. Celestia cried out in pain, but Pinkie shoved a hoof into her mouth, keeping the ear and blood inside.

"You may think you can do anything you want," Pinkie said, her face darkening in anger, scaring the alicorn more than had happened already, if that was possible. "But I'll soon show you what happens to those who bring about the fall of a true goddess, the overlord of the night!"

The room seemed to waver before Celestia's eyes for a moment before settling. She looked around, startled. Nothing had changed, even Pinkie stood in the same spot with the exact same expression. "Wha-" Celestia began. Sharp blow to the back of her head sent her flying from Pinkamena's grip. She flew across the room and hit the wall with a resounding crack; her rear legs remained motionless, but the rest of her body twitched jerkily for several minutes.

Pinkie threw the large hammer on the floor. Its end was shattered almost all the way through from hitting the alicorns head hard enough to nearly cave in her skull. It had been a very near thing. If Pinkie hadn't remembered that she had planned a party for the princess, she would have ended her then and there.

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Okay, I'm thinking of getting a pre-reader for the coming chapters and for the other stories I'll be writing in the future. If anypony is interested let me know. I'd much rather do it myself but I figure this will make sure I stay on task and I won't have as many typos slip through.

Sorry, Spike's part took like four times as long as I thought it would. Deaths coming up in the next chapter so be ready.

Shoutout to DWhay. He's got a couple of really good stories if anypony wants to see 'em. They're really worth checking out. One is "Venus Rising" which involves several OC's. It's the story of how another alicorn is found and is brought to Equestria from the matriarchal country to the north where he was enslaved. It's really good. Anyways, a newer story is "Labelling Theory". It's about how Celestia realizes that she has felt very alone for a long time. Due to spending increasing amounts of time with Twilight, she finds herself starting to have feelings for the mare that has always been something of a cross between friend and daughter to her. She turns to Luna for advice, but in turn is advised that Cadence would be better suited for advice. (I proofread chapter one *squee*) This one is also really good, but it's only got one chapter right now so I still consider "Venus Rising" to be better.

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