Pinkie brought Dash around onto her back again and
straddled the blue pony’s chest, scalpel at the ready.

“Ya know, Rainbow Dash, I’m
disappointed. I thought you would have lasted longer. I really wanted to spend
more time with you before we got here. But I guess it’s my fault; I should have
taken it a little slower. Oh well. It was really was nice knowing you, Dash!”

Good times till the very end. Don’t you think so?

The blade sunk into the blue throat and worked its
way up to Dash’s chin. Coming back down, Pinkie’s scalpel then circled Dash’s
neck. The last thing Rainbow Dash felt was her skin being cut away from her
skull, and the metal of the blade scraping her teeth.

Then she was gone.

R.I.P.

Rest in Pony.

Pinkie placed the discarded body parts into a bucket, keeping the last
one for bit longer. “Ooo, bagpipes.” she said, placing the end of Dash’s
esophagus in her mouth and the stomach in her armpit. She squeezed, and a spurt
of acid hit her tongue. “Eww! Oh hey look, there’s your cupcake, Dash!”

Pfft.

Sure would’ve been convenient if Pinkie had accidentally swallowed the rest of the cupcake and there’d been enough drugs left in it to knock her out.

Then again, that probaby wouldn’t have helped Rainbow Dash any real amount, but at least she wouldn’t have to watch Pinkie pretend her entrails were musical instruments for the last moments of her life.

Dash didn’t hear her tormentor. She had slipped from conciseness minutes
ago.

Oh.

Also I assume Wildbow meant consciousness, though Dash slipping from conciseness sounds like a fun time. She’s on the brink of death and all of a sudden she’s making these really long and convoluted statements…

Pinkie, not yet satisfied, hit Dash with another adrenaline shot. Dash
woke up for the last time, her heart pounding. Warm blood flowed out from the
wound in her chest in great spurts. It wouldn’t be long now.

Oh jeez, she’s really determined to have Dash’s attention till the end.

“Look at me, I’m Rarity!” Pinkie laughed, slinging the intestinal tube
around her neck and spraying blood in all directions. “Isn’t my new scarf soooo
pretty?”

Heh.

I don’t know who Rarity is but I can appreciate a good intestine-scarf.

Reaching back inside, she sliced the smaller intestine off from the
bowls. Squeezing out the excess excrement, Pinkie filed the slimy organ through
her teeth and dragged it back and forth. “Dentists say you gotta floss every
day, Dash.”

Oh my cod.

Dash was barely aware of what was going on
anymore. The shock was causing her to fade. Disappointed, Pinkie dived back
into the blue pony’s guts, ramping up her routine.

“Aw, don’t go yet Dash.” Pinkie started pulling
out the rest of Dash’s organs, pausing with each removal. “I know I can be a
real pancreas, but you know I’m just kidney with you. You really got to learn
to liver it up. Boy, these jokes are getting bladder. Guess ya gotta develop a
stomach for them.”

I like puns, but yeah, these aren’t that great 😛

“getting bladder” is kind of creative, at least.

Also, it’s seriously a wonder Dash is still alive. I guess maybe ponies are tougher than humans.

“Looks like I got my ‘I’ on you, Dash,” Pinkie giggled.

Pfft.

If you’re gonna make a joke like this, Wildbow, at least make it fit the font it’s gonna be printed in on the site. 😛

With a moist, gooey sound, the flaps of skin opened.

See this?

This is how you use the word “moist”. It fits right in here.

The sight of her own organs and the lack of feeling caused Dash’s
breathing to intensify. Pinkie carefully sliced open Dash’s abdominal sac and
grabbed her large intestines. As she separated the organ from the rest of the
digestive tract and pulled it out of the new cavity, Pinkie grew jovial.

Oh jeez, she wasn’t already jovial?

Laughing as she gutted her friend, Pinkie began to
make jokes. Dash, growing weaker from this new source of blood loss, tried
desperately to shut out the macabre comedy act.

I guess they’re not much better than the ‘I’ one?

Not sure if the jokes being bad would be a good or bad thing here.

Minutes passed as the drug took effect.
Eventually, Dash was completely numb from her chest to her flanks. At this
point, Pinkie approached with a scalpel. Glancing at Dash and smiling, Pinkie
made a long horizontal cut across the pegasus pony’s pelvis, just above her
crotch. Moving up Dash’s body, Pinkie made a similar incision under her ribs.
Finally, Pinkie made a long vertical cut down Dash’s stomach, connecting the
first two.

Ah, yes, what good friends, those ponies Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash. Look at them, opening up to each other, like friends do. Pinkie Pie about her secret cupcake recipes, and Rainbow Dash about her entrails… isn’t their friendship just marvelous?