(WARNING: The rest of this April Fools’ chapter is incredibly gory and violent, even by Worm standards. Read at own risk.)
Dash didn’t have anything to say. She just sobbed and writhed in her tight bonds.
“Well” said Pinkie with an air of finality, “that’s enough reminiscing. It’s time to begin.”
Welp.
Here we go.
Putting down Gilda’s skull, the pink pony gripped a scalpel in the cleft
of her hoof and walked over to Dash’s right flank. Without any flair, Pinkie
placed the blade an inch above Dash’s cutie mark and began a circular cut
around it.
Ow.
So a “cutie mark” is something they have on their flanks… there’s something vaguely familiar about the idea of horses with marks on their flanks, but it’s sitting far back. Some sort of 80′s cartoon I never watched? Maybe Wildbow got some inspiration from that.
Dash shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away, but the braces
held her still. Finishing the incision, Pinkie grabbed a curved skinning knife
from the tray. Screwing up her face in concentration, she worked it under
Dash’s skin and sliced the hide away from the muscle.
…so.
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