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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.

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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?

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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.

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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?

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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.

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“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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Pinkie placed the tool over the mangled flesh of the last attempt.
Standing on her hind legs, she worked the saw back and forth with her front
hooves.

I’m not sure how, but it didn’t occur to me that these horses would have hooves.

And now that I think about it, the alternative is way more disturbing.

Wait, how exactly is she holding these tools?

It sliced effortlessly through the bone and skin. The feeling of the
jagged teeth grinding into her made Dash want to vomit. She watched numbly as
her wing flew over her head and landed with a fluff on the table.

Dash seems to have stopped complaining at this point. Maybe it’s just that the pain makes it impossible, but maybe she’s getting, I dunno, resigned to her fate.

Pinkie moved to the next wing and started sawing. Dash didn’t struggle
this time; she’d given up trying to fight and focused on choking back screams
of agony.

Oh, okay, that confirms it.

Abruptly, the sawing paused. Pinkie was only half way done, the wing
hanging off by a sliver.

Hm?

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“Dash, you gotta stay still or I’ll keep missing,”
scolded Pinkie as her friend howled.

Fair… wait.

Pinkie took another whack and hit her target. She swung again and again.
Blood sprayed into the air, but Pinkie realized she wasn’t getting anywhere.
The blade just wasn’t going through the bone.

Huh. Guess you’re gonna need a better tool for the job. Like a Bonesaw, perhaps?

“Hmm, I guess I forgot to sharpen it. I’ll try something else,” stated
Pinkie matter-of-factly as she tossed the knife over her shoulder, embedding
the blade in the table.

Oh, the table made of bones, it has no problem cutting through enough to get stuck in.

Or is it stuck in the flesh? Wildbow didn’t really specify how the flesh was used in the tables.

Through the haze of pain and tears, Dash heard the
sound of a metal box opening and closing.

“Got it! Say Dash, why do
they call it a hack saw? It doesn’t hack; hacking is what I was doing with the
knife. This is a saw. I don’t get it.”

That… is actually a good question.

Maybe you use it to cut through online security systems?

*hack saw voice* “I’m in.”