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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?

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“In a few minutes, you won’t be able to feel anything below your
ribcage. Then you’ll be able to stay awake to watch the harvest.”

Huh, I guess it is an anaesthetic.

The harvest sounds ominous. Time to dig in deep?

Dash started to cry again. “Pinkie?” she choked
out.

“Yeah?”

“I want to go home,” Dash sobbed.

“Yeah, I can see wanting
to do that,” replied the party pony.

Heh.

“Of course you do, silly! Now hold on while I remove your guts.”

“Sometimes, I just wanna give up, just say ‘I’m
done with this mess’ and go to bed. But you know what? You can’t shrug off your
responsibilities. You got to pull yourself up and meet the challenges head on.
That’s the only way you’re gonna get ahead in life.”

Dash hung her head and cried.

So who gave you these responsibilities in the first place?

I’ve got ten bucks that say it was you.

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After about five minutes, Pinkie shut off the power.

Five minutes? Jeez, that’s a long time to be electrocuted for and still be alive.

Assuming she is, anyway.

Wisps of steam rose from the singed fur around Dash’s hooves, and the
area reeked of cooked flesh and burnt enamel.  Pinkie rotated Dash upright
again and tried snap the drooling, delirious pony back to attention.

Seems like it.

Cooked flesh… I guess that might’ve been the point of it.

“Dash? Dash! Rainbow Dash, wake up!” Dash moaned
and managed to give a modicum of weak acknowledgment.  Pinkie studied her
handiwork, then reached into the medicine bag and produced a large syringe.
“Alright, time for the last round.”

By now I would’ve thought some form of interruption would’ve happened if Dash was going to get out of this alive.

Either the big damn heroes are coming late to the party or this is gonna end in death.

Dash focused blearily on the needle, which Pinkie
took as a question as to what it was.

“This is a little
something to take the pain away,” Pinkie informed Dash as she walked around to
her victim’s ruined back. Dash flinched as Pinkie jabbed the needle into the
lower part of the blue pony’s spine. Moving in front of her friend again,
Pinkie leaned down and elaborated.

Oh sure, now’s a great time to introduce the anaesthetic.

Unless that’s more like poison?

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Next, Pinkie went back to her cart and located an
enormous battery and controller, which she dragged over to where she was
working. She tied copper wires between the terminals and the nails driven into
Dash’s hooves, then gave Dash a wink and flipped the switch.

Electricity rocketed
through Dash’s body.

Okay yeah, I really don’t see any connection between this and the cupcake ingredients. At this point, Pinkie just seems to be messing around.

The blue pony reacted immediately; her body seized, and her muscles
snapped taut. Dash’s hips thrust skyward, her eyes rolled back, and she let out
a deep, throat shredding cry. Pinkie giggled and danced in place, then reached
down and turned up the juice. Dash convulsed uncontrollably, and her bladder
emptied once more.

She still had something left in there?

Also, I guess maybe this could be to prepare Dash’s muscles somehow?

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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?

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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?