Creepy - Day 14 - Cupcakes

Episode Date: October 14, 2018

Even ponies have a dark side...***Attributed to Sergeant Sprinkles with guest narration by Molly Lankford and Danielle Hewitt***Content warning: graphic violence***Please consider supporting the podcast at Patreon.com/Creepypod or creepypod.com/support***You can also subscribe to us on YouTube:https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCQ3SrH_3fsROXFAjomKcUtw***Produced by Steve Blizin, Puzzle Audio***Title music by Alex Aldea***Intro/Outro Narration by Joe Stofko Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

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Listed language. Listener discretion is advised. Creepy presents. The 31 Days of Horror. Day 14. Cupcakes. With guest narration by Danielle Hewitt and Molly Langford. A quick note.

The Cupcakes fan fiction is thought to have first appeared on Fortune's image board, CO, sometime in January 2011. though the date of the original post remains unknown. A canonical reference to the episode 12 in the fan fiction suggests that the earliest possible date of post is January 7th, 2011. On the Equestria Daily version, the authorship has been attributed to Sergeant Sprinkles. The earliest archived instance of My Little Pony fan fiction is Junior Speedsters Forever, posted by Equestria Daily on January 24th, 2011. The extremely graphic nature of this fiction has made it rather infamous within the My Little Pony fandom. Though many stories on Equestria Daily are labeled as grim dark, a slang term for a dark and or violent fan fiction,

this is the only story with the label, grim dark as fuck. You've been warned. The sun was shining, and every pony in Ponyville was having a glorious day. The town square was bustling and crowded and busy ponies filled. the streets. All the pony folk seemed to have somewhere specific to be. All except rainbowed ash. Her place was in the sky. She tore freely through the air, speeding one way and the next, buzzing the treetops and racing the wind. The blue Pegasus swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children, then climbed several hundred feet in dove, streaking

down as fast as she could. Seconds before hitting the ground, her wings flew open and she pulled up back into the clear blue. Rainbow felt alive. Suddenly, Dash remembered that she had somewhere to be. She was supposed to meet with Pinky Pie in five minutes. Dash had gotten so caught up in her exercises that she'd nearly forgotten that Pinky had asked to meet her at Sugar Cube Corner 3.

Pinky hadn't said why or what they'd be doing, but Dash knew that with Pinky, it could be anything. Dash wasn't sure if she really wanted to go, though. She was so engaged with her stunts that she thought about blowing Pinky off to continue flying. But Dash's conscience got the better of her. She knew that it would hurt Pinky's feelings. After all, Pinky had said it was going to be something special, just for the two of them. Dash considered it and thought, why not?

What did she have to lose? Heck, it might be more pranking. Pinky might have found a bunch more fun stuff to pull on folks, and they'd had so much fun last time. Dash kicked into overdrive to make up for the lost time and sped to her appointment. When Dash walked into the store, she was immediately greeted by her host,

who was bouncing in excitement. Yay! I've been waiting all day! Said the jumping pony. Sorry if I'm a little late, Pinky. I was doing my afternoon exercises and lost track at time. Dash apologized. Pinky giggled and responded in a gleeful, reassuring tone. Oh, that's okay.

You're here now. What's a few more minutes? I've been so excited thinking about all the fun stuff we're going to do. I haven't stopped bouncing since I woke up. I mean, I almost forgot to breathe. I've been so happy. Dash gave us slightly uncomfortable laugh. She had always appreciated Pinky Pie's friendly, outgoing way of life,

but Pinky's overabundant enthusiasm almost creeped her out. Dash maintained a polite expression, however. If Pinky was this worked up, whatever she had planned must be good. So, you ready to get started, Rainbow Dash? I've got everything already. The Pink Pony said. Dash psyched herself up. You betcha, Pinky.

So what are you got planned? We gonna prank somebody? I got a couple of good ones I've been thinking about. Or maybe you've got some stunts you think I should try. Or perhaps... Making cup... Happily announced. Baking?

Dash was disappointed. Pinky. You know I'm not good at baking. Remember last time? Oh, that's not a problem at all. I only need your help making them. I'll be doing most of the work. Pinky explained.

Dash thought about it for a second. Well, all right. I guess that's okay. What exactly do you need me to? to do. That's the spirit. Here you go. Pinky handed Dash a cupcake. Dash was puzzled. I thought I was helping you bake. You will be. I made this one just for you before you got here. So is this like taste testing or something? Sort of. Pinky said. Dash shrugged and popped a pastry in her mouth. She chewed a bit and swallowed. Not bad. Okay. Now what?

Dash asked. Now? Pinky informed her. You take a nap. Huzzled. Dash opened her mouth but felt instantly lightheaded. A wave of dizziness washed over her. The world spun and seconds later she collapsed to the floor.

When Dash regained consciousness, she found herself in a dark room. She tried to shake her head but found that a top leather strap held it firmly in place. She struggled to move, but braces around her chest. cast and limbs glued her to a rack formed from a series of sturdy planks, which spread her legs wide apart. Dash's wings were the only part of her not tied down, and they flirted frantically while she struggled to escape. As she rised, Pinky jumped suddenly into her line of sight. We can get started! Pinky stated gleefully.

She bounded into the darkness and quickly reappeared pushing a small cart covered with a cloth. Um, Pinky, what's going on? I can't move. Dash said urgently. Well, duh. That's because you're tied down. Chided Pinky. That's why you can't move. I didn't think you'd need to be told that.

But why? What's happening? I thought you said I was going and helped make cupcakes. You are helping. You see, I ran out of the special ingredient and I need you to get more. Special ingredient? Dash was now breathing heavily

and starting to panic. What, what special ingredient? Pinky giggled and responded. You silly! Dash's eyes widened, and her face contorted in fear. Then she started to laugh and said, in a voice bordering on hysteria. Whoa, you really got me there, Pinky Pie.

I mean, tricking me into thinking I'm going to be made into a cupcake? I gotta tell you, this is the best prank yet. You win. You're the best. Pinky only giggled even more. Aw, thanks, Dash. But I haven't done any pranks today, so I can't accept your praise.

Dash was struggling again. Pinky, come on, this isn't funny. Then why were you laughing? Before Dash could answer, Pinky grabbed the cloth and whipped it off the cart. On the cart with a tray containing various sharp medical tools and knives, carefully organized and wickedly sharp, as well as a large medical bag. Dash was now in full panic mode.

She was starting to hyperventilate. Her mind raced as she tried to reason with the pink pony. You can't do this, Pinky. I'm your friend. I know you are. And that's why I'm so happy that I've got you here. We get to share your last moments together. Just you and me.

Pinky was skipping again. But the other pony. will wonder where I am. When the clouds pile up, they'll come looking for me, and you'll get found out. Dash cried in desperation. Oh, Dash. Said Pinky. Don't worry.

There are plenty of Pegasus ponies to take care of a few clouds. And besides, no one will find out. I mean, how long do you think I've been doing this? And with that ominous statement, the light suddenly came to life and revealed the rest of of the room. Oh, no! Dash reeled in horror at the image presented to her. The room was decorated with a typical but twisted pinky pie flare.

Colorful streamers of dried entrails fluttered around on the ceiling. Brightly painted skulls of all sizes were attached to the walls, and organs done up in pastels filled with helium were tied to the backs of chairs. The tables and chairs were made of bones, and the preserved floor. flesh of past ponies. Dash cringed upon seeing the centerpiece of the table nearest to her. The head of four foals. Their eyes closed as if they were sleeping, were wearing party hats made from their own skin.

With a trill of terror, Dash recognized one of them as Apple Bloom's classmate twist. Dash's eyes darted back and forth and then fell upon a patchwork banner hanging from the rafters. made from several tanned pony hides, the words, Life is a party, or scrawled on it in blood red. Dash's attention was brought back by a party horn unfurling and tickling her nose. She gaped a pinky pie who was standing right in front of her. The party pony was wearing a dress quilted from dried skin, emblazoned with cutie marks.

On her back fluttered six Pegasus, wings, all of different colors. As the Earth pony skipped in excitement, her necklace of severed unicorn horns clacked together loudly. Like it? Pinky asked. I made it myself. Desperately, Dash pleaded with a smiling pony before her. Pinky, 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 the rules. We can't turn back now. Dash was teared up. How could this be happening? Aw. Don't be sad, Dash. Said Pinky.

Look, this'll cheer you up. I brought you a friend. Seemingly out of nowhere, Pinky produced a brightly painted blue and yellow skull. It was about pony size, but it had a very defining feature. A beak, Dash gaped in shock. Is, is that, is that? Hey, Dash, let's hang together. These ponies are lameos, dweeps, dweeps, dweeps, dweeps.

Caught her right before she left town. The party for about 20 minutes? That wasn't enough time to play with her, of course. I had to wait until after the party to do that. But boy, am I glad I did. It was worth it for the flavor alone. Griffin's tastes like two animals at once. It's amazing.

I know she didn't have a number like everyone else in Ponyville. But when was I going to get another chance to try Griffin? I probably should have asked where she came from, so I could have gotten more. But I forgot. 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 meany 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. Dash didn't have anything to say. She just sobbed and rised and her. her tight bonds, said Pinky with an air of finality. That's enough reminiscing. It's time to begin.

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 flare, Pinky placed the blade an inch above Dash's cuty mark and began a circular cut around it. Dash shouted in pain and tried desperately to pull away, but the bridge. has held her still. Finishing the incision, Pinky 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. Dash ground her teeth as she tearfully watched her flesh peel off. Pinky then moved to the other side and repeated the process on Dash's left flank. she had finished, Pinky held up both cutie marks in front of her friend and started waving them with pom-poms. Dash just whimpered. Her thighs burned like nothing she had felt before. Placing the ragged patches of skin down, Pinky selected a large butcher knife and walked behind the blue Pegasus. I hope you don't mind. I think I'm gonna wing it now. Pinky laughed. She grabbed Dash and

Dach'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 Dashes flanks. Then, stretching the wing out, Pinky brought the blade down hard at the base. Instantly Dash screamed and thrashed her appendage. The movement threw off Pinky's aim. She tried to hit the mark again, but missed, and carved a huge slice into Dashes back. Dash, you gotta stay still, or I'll keep it. Missing! Scoled Pinky as her friend howled.

Pinky took another whack and hit her target. She swung again and again. Blood sprayed into the air, but Pinky realized she wasn't getting anywhere. The blade just wasn't going through the bone. Sharpen it. I'll try something else. Stated Pinky matter-of-factly as she tossed the knife over her shoulder, embedding the blade in the table.

Through the haze of pain and tears, Dash heard the sound of a metal box opening and closing. Hey, 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. Pinky 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. It sliced effortlessly through the box. 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 flood on the table.

Pinky moved to the next wing and started song. Dash didn't struggle this time. She'd given up trying to fight and focused on choking back screams of agony. Abruptly, the song paused. Pinky only halfway done. The wing hanging off by a sliver. Pinky piped up. Think fast! Suddenly Pinky yanked the wing as hard as she could. The bone's snapping but the blue pony's skin held, then tore away. The pole ripped away a long strip of flesh all the way down Dash's back to her rump. Her body seized at the unexpected trauma. As her pelvis tensed up, Dash felt a warm released between her legs, and her loud, unending melody of pain filled the room.

Unable to catch her breath, she blacked out. Dash awoke with a gasp. The stench of her urine filled her mucous cake nostrils. As her vision swam into focus, she saw a very pouty pinky pie, removing a large adrenaline needle from her chest. Stomping her hooves, the frustrated pinky lashed out at her helpless victim. Didn't anybody teach you any manners? It's very rude to fall asleep when someone invites you over to spend time with them. How would you like it if I came over to your house

and went to sleep? Stop! Oh, I'm sorry, Dash. You're so boring, I think I'll take a nap. You think I like always doing this by myself? Excited I got when I found you were next. I was excited to have a friend be here. with me while I worked.

But no, 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?

As Pinky 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 Pinky pop something right into her mouth and began to chew. Noticing Dash's stare, Pinky quickly gulped the morsel down. What? Pinky asked.

Oh, this? Well, while you were sleeping, I got a little impatient and helped myself to a small sample. I got it from your leg. You're not bad. Want to try some? Without waiting for her response, Pinky shoved the strip of meat into the revolted Pegasus pony's mouth,

dash gagged and immediately spit it out. Pinky frowned and picked up the chunk of flesh. If you didn't want it, you could have said no. She contemplated the discarded snotty morsel, then gulped it down. It's not like you haven't had my cupcakes before. Swallowing. Pinky turned her attention to a small can on the tray.

She removed the lid, revealing it was filled with red-hot coals. Lying on top of the coals were several large nails. As the adrenaline filled her veins, Dash began to panic again. Picking up the can, Pinky walked over to Dash's left. Holding some tongs with her mouth, Pinky carefully picked up a nail and positioned it at the scene between her victim's front left. leg and hoof. She then grabbed a hammer and took careful aim.

No, Vinky. Dash screamed. No! No! The hammer came down and the nail puncture 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. Finkie tried to line up another nail but couldn't find her aim and let out a frustrated grunt. Pinky brought the hammer back to take a wild swing. Dash burst out crying and begging. Please stop!

Please! Please! Please stop! Pinky 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 parasite stuffed down her throat. Pinky thought for a minute about what to do next, then had a sudden spark of inspiration, rotating a wheel on the rack.

Pinky laid Dash on her back, then moved to Dash's hind legs, bringing the can with her. Picking up her tools, Pinky drove a searing hot spike of metal directly into the bottom of Dash's hoof. As Dash yelled in pain, Pinky moved around and drove a second nail into the other hoof. Next, Pinky 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.

The Blue Pony reacted immediately. Her body seized and her muscle snapped hot. Dash's hips thrusts skyward. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a deep, throat shredding and cried. Pinky giggled and danced in place, then reached down and turned up the juice. Dash convulsed out controllably and her bladder emptied once more.

After about five minutes, Pinky shut off the power. Whips of steam rose from the singed fur around Dash's hose in the area reaped of cooked flesh and burnt enamel. Pinky rotated Dash upright again and tried to snap the truly and delirious pony back to attention. Dash, wake up! Dash moaned and managed to give a modicum of weak acknowledgement. Pinky studied her handiwork,

then reached into the medicine bay and produced a large syringe. Asked round. Dash focused blearily on the needle, which Pinky took as a question as to what it was. This is a little something to take the pain away. Dash as she walked around to her victims ruined back. Dash flinched as Pinky jabbed the needle into the lower part of the Blue Pony's spine. Moving it in front of her again, Pinky leaned down and elaborated.

In a few minutes, you won't be able to feel anything below your rib cage. Then you'll be able to stay awake and watch the harvest. Dash started to cry again. Pinky? She choked out. I want to go home. Dash sobbed. Yeah.

I can see wanting to do that. Replied the party, pony. Sometimes I just want to give up. I'm done with this mess and go to bed. But you know what? You can't shrug off your responsibilities. You've got to pull yourself up and meet the challenges head on. That's the only way you're going to get ahead in life.

Dash hung her head and cried. It's passed as the drugs took effect. Eventually, Dash was completely numb from her chest to her flanks. At this point, Pinky approached with a scalpel. Glancing a dash and smiling, Pinky made a long horizontal cut across the Pegasus' ponies' pelvis, just above her crotch. Moving up Dash's body, Pinky made a similar incision under her ribs. Finally, Pinky made a long vertical cut down Dash's stomach, connecting the first two. He giggled, a moist, gooey sound, the flaps of skin opened.

The sight of her own organs and the lack of feeling caused Dash's breath to intensify. Pinky carefully sliced open Dash's abdominal sack 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, Pinky grew jovial, laughing as she gutted her friend Pinky began to make jokes. Dash, growing weaker from this new source of blood loss. Try desperately to shut out the macabre comedy act, slinging the intestinal tube around her neck and spraying blood in all directions. Isn't my new scarf so pretty? Reaching back inside, she sliced the smaller intestine off from the bowels, squeezing out the excess excrement.

Pinky filed the slimy organ through her teeth and dragged it back and forth. Dentists say you got a floss every day, Dash! Dash was barely aware of what was going on anymore. The shock was causing her to fade. Disappointed, Pinky dived back into the Blue Pony's guts, ramping up her routine. Aw, don't go yet, Dash! Pinky 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 you gotta develop a stomach for them. Pinky placed the discarded body parts into a bucket, keeping the last one for a bit longer. Ooh, bad pipes. 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. Cupcake Dash! Dash didn't hear her torment her. She had slipped from consciousness minutes ago. Pinky, not yet satisfied, hit Dash with another adrenaline shot.

Dash woke up for the last time. Her heart pounding, the wound in her chest in great spurts. It wouldn't be long now. Pinky brought Dash around on her back again and straddled the blue pony's chest, skill bullet ready. You 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 nice knowing you, Dash. The blade sunk into the blue throat and worked its way up to Dash's chin. Coming back down, Pinky's scalpel then circled Dash's neck. The last thing Rainbow Dash felt was her skin being cut away from her skull. skull and the metal of the blade scraping her teeth. Then she was gone. Pinky Pie stared into the mirror.

She had done a really good job, even keeping the eyelids. She winked and Dash winked back. Pinky smile. But still, she was sad that her friend was now gone. Dash had only lasted 50 minutes, not near. nearly as long as Pinky had wanted. She looked back at the cadaver hanging in the center of the room, the last of her friend's fluids draining into a pan.

Yup, no more Rainbow Dash. As she looked, Pinky cocked her head. She began to take notice of the fact that there really wasn't much damage to the corpse. An idea exploded in her head. She was good at sewing, and she had all the pieces. All she had to do was put them back to the corpse. together. She just had to get some stuffing and bingo. She'd have Rainbow Dash forever. In fact, that's what she'd do for all her best friends when their numbers came up. She was so excited.

She skipped right over to the body with her Skinner to get started. The cupcakes could wait. Pinky Pie had a friend to make. For more information, including pictures and videos of the stories told on this podcast, Or to suggest stories for future episodes, please visit us. All stories told on this podcast can be found at creepypasta wikiya.com and are protected by a Creative Commons license. Some rights reserved unless otherwise stated.