Hm, or maybe the parasprite comment was from Dash’s perspective and referred to a separate event involving this “Gilda”.
Also, I wonder if Gilda might’ve been the griffon? The name doesn’t seem to match the style of the pony names we’ve seen.
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Pinkie rolled her eyes. Putting down the
hammer and tongs, she walked back in front of her friend and stared pensively
at the broken pegasus. Gilda didn’t even cry this much when she had a live
parasprite stuffed down her throat. Pinkie thought for a minute about what to
do next, then had a sudden spark of inspiration.
Did we switch to Pinkie’s POV all of a sudden?
Who’s Gilda? What’s a parasprite?
Rotating a wheel on the rack, Pinkie laid Dash on her back, then moved
to Dash’s hind legs, bringing the can with her. Picking up her tools, Pinkie
drove a searing hot spike of metal directly into the bottom of Dash’s hoof. As
Dash yelled in pain, Pinkie moved around and drove a second nail into the other
hoof.
I thought at first that Pinkie was trying to remove the hooves, but now it seems she’s attaching them more than before.
Is this part just about inflicting pain? That doesn’t seem right with regards to how Pinkie seems to see Dash and this “job”. Up until this point, the pain of having body parts removed has seemed to be an unfortunate side effect to be mostly ignored to Pinkie, not a goal.
But then, why the parasprite comment? I’m not sure what a parasprite is, but that sounds like another thing you’d do specifically to inflict pain.
Is this just… Pinkie’s idea of “having fun” with someone?
Swallowing, Pinkie turned her attention to a small can on the tray. She
removed the lid, revealing that it was filled with red-hot coals. Lying on top
of the coals were several large nails.
Oh, hello there.
As the adrenalin filled her veins, Dash began to panic again. Picking up
the can, Pinkie walked over to Dash’s left. Holding some tongs with her mouth,
Pinkie carefully picked up a nail and positioned it at the seam between her
victim’s front left leg and hoof. She then grabbed a hammer and took careful
aim.
“Just gotta check your reflexes!”
So is she about to take the hoof… right off?
“No Pinkie!” Dash screamed. “NO! NO!”
The hammer came down and
the nail punctured Dash’s skin. The white hot burning was too much. Dash
screamed as she pulled and thrashed at the braces, causing her raw skin to rub
and tear.
Seriously, what’s the point of this from Pinkie’s perspective?
Pinkie tried to line up another nail, but couldn’t
find her aim, and let out a frustrated grunt. When Pinkie brought the hammer
back to take a wild swing, Dash burst out crying and begging.“PLEASE STOP! PLEASE,
PLEASE STOP!”
Sorry, pal, she ain’t gonna stop. And the only thing I can do is sit here and watch the words with morbid fascination.
So wait.
Is the Siberian of this universe a zebra?
I wonder if the rest of the Slaughterhouse Nine eat the cupcakes.
Without waiting for a response, Pinkie shoved the strip of meat into the
revolted pegasus pony’s mouth.
Is it still cannibalism if the thing you’re eating is from your own body? Is swallowing a thin bit of skin from your lips, or a tooth, or part of a nail, cannibalism?
Also I just realized that if all of Pinkie’s cupcakes are made with the special ingredient of pony meat, then Dash eating the drugged cupcake was also on-camera cannibalism… I wonder whose remains it was made from.
I’m guessing it wasn’t the griffon’s, at least. Pinkie talked about that like it was a delicacy, and it’d probably be a waste to use that for the drugging. Then again, Pinkie seems to genuinely consider Rainbow Dash a good friend throughout all of this, so maybe it was a good opportunity to go fancy with her drugging options?
Dash gagged, and immediately spit it out. Pinkie frowned, and picked up
the chunk of flesh. “If you didn’t want it, you could have said no.”
I mean, you didn’t exactly give her time to.
She contemplated the discarded snotty morsel, then gulped it up. “It’s
not like you haven’t had my cupcakes before.”
Yeah, I was about to say that, it really did seem like Dash was familiar with the cupcakes.
So how many ponies has Pinkie been feeding her wares?
As Pinkie stopped to catch her breath, Dash
blinked and sobbed softly. Her back was in agony, her sides were on fire, and
there was an intense pain in one of her legs. As she blinked again, she saw
Pinkie pop something red into her mouth and began to chew. Noticing Dash’s
stare, Pinkie quickly gulped the morsel down.“What?” Pinkie asked. “Oh, this?” She held up
another piece. “Well, while YOU were asleep, I got a little impatient and
helped myself to a small sample. I got it from your leg; you’re not bad. Wanna
try some?”
…on-”camera” cannibalism.
I suppose that’s not really any more fucked up than the rest of the premise for this chapter.
This is overall very gruesome (without Grue’s involvement, thankfully), even for Worm. And Wildbow decided to do this with talking horses?!
I suppose he was going for some sort of juxtaposition, but I have no idea what he’s trying to say with it.
Hm. What if all the “pony” stuff is in Dash’s head, and we are watching the main Wormverse’s Pinkie Pie (if that’s even her name – Rainbow Dash did bring up some non-cape kids and call them “Apple Bloom” and “Twist”, so the names might be under the same delusions)?
But then how do we explain Pinkie Pie talking about the deliciousness of griffon meat?
Dash awoke with a gasp. The stench of her urine filled her mucus caked
nostrils.
Yet it’s arguably not even the most unpleasant thing in this room right now.
As her vision swam into focus, she saw a very pouty Pinkie Pie removing
a large adrenaline needle from her chest. Stomping her hooves, the frustrated
Pinkie lashed out at her helpless victim.
You okay, Pinkie? This is the least cheerful we’ve seen from her so far… it’s kind of disturbing, really.
Maybe even more so than the gore.
“Didn’t anybody teach you any manners? It’s very rude to fall asleep
when somebody invites you over to spend time with them. How would you like it
if I came over to your house and went to sleep? ‘Oh I’m sorry Dash, you’re so
boring I think I’ll take a nap.’
…
I suppose you have a point???
You think I like always doing this by myself? I told you how excited I
got when I found you were next. I was excited to have a friend be here with me
while I worked. But NOOOOO! You’ve got to be inconsiderate. You know, I thought
you were tough. I thought you could handle anything. I’ve had foals stand up
better than you! Do I have to baby you? Huh? Is that how you want me to
remember you, as a baby?”
I somehow doubt the baby treatment is much better than the adult/teenager/whatever-Dash-is treatment.
“Hey Dash,” Pinkie piped up. “Think fast!”
Suddenly, Pinkie yanked
the wing as hard as she could. The bone snapped but the blue pony’s skin held,
then tore away. The pull ripped away a long strip of flesh all the way down
Dash’s back to her rump.
Oww!
Her body seized at the unexpected trauma. As her pelvis tensed up, Dash
felt a warm release between her legs, and her loud, unending melody of pain
filled the room. Unable to catch her breath, she blacked out.
I really can’t blame Dash’s brain for going “no, let’s not deal with this shit anymore”.
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