"I'll do it!" you answer.
"Oh thank you so much dearie, she's upstairs in her room. You won't miss her. She has a pink coat and a pink mane. Her mane is really straight at the moment and she seems to be a bit dangerous when that happens..." said Mrs. Cake. "I'll keep that in mind" you say as you grab a meat cleaver from the table in front of you.
You trot up the stairs to hear a maniacal giggling coming from one of the rooms. You hold the cleaver in your mouth steadily as you approach the room. You peek around the door to see a pink mare, about your age, giggling in her sleep. You sneak up behind her and she wakes up and knocks you in the jaw with a hoof. You reel back as you fall to the ground, consciousness slowly fading away.
You awaken on a rack of some sort, with your hooves chained so that you can't move at all. The figure of a pony comes up in front of you, and as she nears, you make out the face of the mare you were trying to kill earlier, albeit how much earlier, you didn't know. "I really hope you wanted to have a party!" came an upbeat, yet serious voice.
"I know the Cakes have been trying to get rid of me, and you are just their latest attempt. Every time, they have failed, and you, you have failed as well. Let me introduce myself, I am Pinkamena Diane Pie. I am now your master. You will not live to see outside of this room any more, so don't even get your hopes up. Luckily for you, I have decided to let you go pleasurably."
You gulp at the mention of pleasure, your crotch slowly starting to moisten.
"Ah, I can see you are already quite excited. Good, I will begin immediately!" The mare grabs a cleaver similar to the one you tried to kill her with before, and brings it down on your rear left leg. You scream in pain at the knife through your flesh.
"Really, you don't need to be so loud, this room is soundproofed, no one can hear you, but I just find it annoying when my victims scream, especially when I am trying to make them feel good before they die anyways." She then picks up a seemingly phallic object, it's hard to tell in this lighting, but she seems to be strapping it on to her haunches. She then takes your leg, or what's left of it, and starts rubbing the bleeding stump all over her body, her teats glistening in the half-light of the dank room. You begin to feel a burning sensation in your crotch. Seeing her covered in your blood seemed to be turning you on, you're not sure why, but you want the blood all over yourself as well.
"Um... excuse me?" you whisper. "Can I have some of that blood too?"
"Well why didn't you ask earlier?" the psychotic mare said. "Here, have the branch blood. I think it's the best!" She rubs the part of your leg that she chopped off all over your body and you begin to drip, but not with blood.
She soon takes notice of this and says, "Oh... looks like somepony's enjoying this! I'll make you enjoy it even more!" She rubs her strap-on over your stump, getting it nice and bloody, as she inserts it into your slit, you cry out, half in pain from the stump bleeding, half in pleasure from the phallus entering your body. She starts to work up a rhythm as you begin to attempt to match it, or as much as you can being bound against a table.
She pulls out, right before you climax and you say, "Awww come on! I was almost there!"
"Oh remember, you're going to die in here, and I can't wait for the blood loss to get to you, that will take entirely too long!" At this point, she takes the cleaver in her mouth, and brings it down on your ear. You cry out in pain at the blade breaking cartilage. She then brings the cleaver down again on you're tail. You cry again from the steel cutting bone.
She drops the knife and says, "There there, don't cry, it will all be over soon. The amount of blood you are losing is rapidly increasing, and I still want to have some more fun." She then mounts you and begins to thrust. You feel a familiar mixture of pleasure and pain. Once she begins working up a good pace, you climax, and it spirals your entire world into blackness as you pass on. It was true what she said, you went out feeling good.
She then takes the knife and begins cutting your stomach open. You have been dead for about 5 minutes now, but she continues. She takes out your small intestine and cuts the ends off and uses it as a rope to attempt to gag you, even though you have long since passed. She doesn't care. She then takes out your heart and squeezes all of your life-juice all over her as she finishes up with your corpse. Once she is done, she washes off in the shower and puts your carcass into a non-descript trash bag.
She puts your body-bag into a wagon and roles it out to the edge of the Everfree Forest and begins to dig a hole. Once the hole is about 3 meters deep, she takes the bag out of the wagon, and delivers it to your final resting place. She then buries your body and trots away as if nothing had ever happened.
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