When Dash regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark room. She
tried to shake her head but found that a taut leather strap held it firmly in
place. She struggled to move, but braces around her chest and limbs glued her
to a rack formed from a series of sturdy planks, which spread her legs wide
apart.
Well.
This took a turn.
Dash’s wings were the only part of her not tied down, and they fluttered
frantically while she struggled to escape. As she writhed, Pinkie jumped
suddenly into her line of sight.
Oh, cool, she does have wings!
Hi, Pinkie, what’s up?
“Goodie, you’re awake. Now we can get started,”
Pinkie stated gleefully. She bounded into the darkness, and quickly reappeared
pushing a small cart covered with a cloth.“Pinkie, what’s going on?
I can’t move!” Dash said urgently.
That is a very good question. This doesn’t look like a setup to make cupcakes to me.
“Well duh, that’s because you’re tied down,”
chided Pinkie. “That’s why you can’t move. I didn’t think you’d need to
be told that.”“But why? What’s
happening? I thought you said I was going to help make cupcakes.”
Dash is on a roll with her questions.
“You are helping. You see, I ran out of the special ingredient and I
need you to get more.”
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