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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.”

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Dash ground her teeth as she tearfully watched her flesh peel off.
Pinkie then moved to the other side and repeated the process on Dash’s left
flank. Once she had finished, Pinkie held up both cutie marks in front of her
friend and started waving them like pompoms. Dash just whimpered. Her thighs
burned like nothing she had felt before.

Yeeah, I should hope you’ve never felt this before.

Placing the ragged patches of skin down, Pinkie selected a large butcher
knife and walked behind the blue pegasus. “Hope you don’t mind, I think I’m
gonna wing it now,” Pinkie laughed.

Pffft.

She grabbed Dash’s left wing in her mouth and played with it for a few
seconds, yanking it back so the sharp pain reignited the fire in Dash’s flanks.
Then, stretching the wing out, Pinkie brought the blade down hard at the base.

And there it goes. No more flying for Dash, I guess. Unless the wings were entirely cosmetic and pegasi can fly by way of magic like most fliers in Worm.

Then again, unless Dash gets out of these restraints soon, she won’t be moving much at all.

Instantly, Dash screamed and thrashed her appendage. The movement threw
off Pinkie’s aim. She tried to hit the mark again but missed, and carved a huge
slice into Dash’s back.

Oww.

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(WARNING: The rest of this April Fools’ chapter is incredibly gory and violent, even by Worm standards. Read at own risk.)

Dash didn’t have anything to say. She just sobbed and writhed in her tight bonds.

“Well” said Pinkie with an air of finality, “that’s enough reminiscing. It’s time to begin.”

Welp.

Here we go.

Putting down Gilda’s skull, the pink pony gripped a scalpel in the cleft
of her hoof and walked over to Dash’s right flank. Without any flair, Pinkie
placed the blade an inch above Dash’s cutie mark and began a circular cut
around it.

Ow.

So a “cutie mark” is something they have on their flanks… there’s something vaguely familiar about the idea of horses with marks on their flanks, but it’s sitting far back. Some sort of 80′s cartoon I never watched? Maybe Wildbow got some inspiration from that.

Dash shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away, but the braces
held her still. Finishing the incision, Pinkie grabbed a curved skinning knife
from the tray. Screwing up her face in concentration, she worked it under
Dash’s skin and sliced the hide away from the muscle.

…so.

How’s the weather?

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Dash was tearing up. How could this be happening?

“Aww, don’t be sad Dash,” said Pinkie.
 “Look, this’ll cheer you up. I brought you a friend.”

Seemingly out of nowhere,
Pinkie produced a brightly painted blue and yellow skull. It was about pony
sized, but it had a very defining feature: a beak.

What’s this, some kind of giant bird?

Dash gaped in shock. “Is…is that….is…that?”

“Hey, Dash lets hang
together. These ponies are lame-os. Dweebs dweebs dweebs,” Pinkie mimicked.

Oh, huh, sounds like it was a friend of Dash’s.

“I caught her right before she left town. Remember when I left the party
for about twenty minutes? That wasn’t enough time to play with her of course; I
had to wait till after the party to do that. But boy am I glad I did. It was
worth it for the flavor alone.

Jeez.

Griffons taste like two animals at once, it’s amazing.

Griffons… I guess if we already have talking ponies in three or more variants, griffons aren’t that much weirder.

Don’t griffons hate horses, mythologically speaking, though? I seem to recall that being the reason hippogriffs were a thing, as the personification of impossibility.

I know she didn’t have a number like everyone else in Ponyville, but
when was I gonna get another chance to try griffon? I probably should have
asked where she came from so I could have gotten more, but I forgot.

The griffons don’t know how lucky they are.

I’ll tell you what though, she was quite the fighter. She lasted a long
time, which was a lot of fun for me. I got the chance to play with somebody
other than a pony and try new things. It’s too bad she had such a meanie mouth.
She said so much bad stuff I just had to take her tongue out. You know, bad
language makes for bad feelings, Rainbow Dash.”

Ouch.

I… suppose it does?

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“Like it?” Pinkie asked. “I made it myself.”

Oh, I thought you bought it at the mall.

…huh. If Ponyville is alternate Brockton Bay, I wonder if it has a counterpart Weymouth Shopping Mall.

But I guess you shouldn’t look a gift pony in the Weymouth.

Desperately, Dash pleaded with the smiling pony
before her. “Pinkie please, I’m sorry if I did anything to you. I didn’t mean
it. Please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anybody.”

“Oh Dash, you didn’t do
anything. It’s just that your number came up and, well, I don’t make rules. We
can’t turn back now.”

So she does this entirely at random? I guess that’s one way to pick victims.

Also if Pinkie doesn’t make rules for this, who does?