Scootaloo awoke with a rasping, guttural howl as a massive electric shock tore through her body, jumpstarting her heart and causing all her muscles to contract, her body singing a chorus of anguish as every single one of them locked into a tight cramp.
“Do it again! Do it again!” she recognized Rainbow Dash’s voice as it pierced through the throbbing world of hurt inside her skull. What had happened?
“But her heart’s beating now,” Despite all her ragged nerves she could feel Pinkie’s hoof against her chest. She made a feeble attempt to brush it away, but when she moved her foreleg nothing happened. She tried again. Nothing. She let her head roll to the side. There was no leg. Her shallow breathing intensified as she turned to the other side. No leg. In an instant the wave of horrible memories washed the haze out of her consciousness and sheer terror gripped her as she thrashed, searching for any remaining appendage. They were gone. No legs, no wings. She was nothing more than a torso and a head. As the horror set in and her mind continued to clear, she could feel the searing pain in each truncated limb. She began to hyperventilate.
“Ha! Oh my god! That is priceless!” Rainbow Dash was on the verge of hysterics, “look at all those wiggling stumps! We should put her on the floor and see if she can move! Oh yeah, by the way Scoot,” Dash finally addressed her, “We had to chop your front legs too. The way A.J. smashed ‘em up you were just bleeding too much, and we weren’t gonna let ya off that easy. If it’s any consolation, you look hilarious right now! I think this is the first time I’ve ever enjoyed spending time with you.”
For the first time in her short life, Scootaloo prayed. She prayed to Celestia that it might end, that she would slip away. She willed herself to die, her thoughts crying out for the mercy of oblivion.
“Oh no ya don’t!” Pinkie said, rubbing the two paddles of the defibrillator together. “Fluttershy, see that red knob? Turn it all the way up!”
She was almost there. Scootaloo felt the world begin to darken, felt numbness begin to engulf her. Her heart slowed…
THUMP!
A second shock, twice as powerful as the first made her convulse violently, ejecting the contents of her stomach, bowels, and bladder, forcing the air from her lungs. A fountain of blood squirted out of her hollow eye socket.
“Eww!”
“Yikes!”
“Oh…my!”
Rarity, Twilight and Fluttershy managed to dodge the barrage of bodily fluids. The rest were not so lucky. Pinkie and A.J. didn’t seem to mind, the former grinning psychotically as the blood ran down her face, the latter having already resigned to the fact that she’d need a long shower after this. Rainbow Dash, however, was furious, wiping a fowl smelling goo off of her face, her mane stained brownish red.
“Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you did that again?!” She fumed, glaring daggers at the one-eyed ball that had once been a filly. “Somebody get me a beer bottle!”
“All I have here is some wine,” Pinkie said, rummaging through the fridge behind the counter of Sugar Cube Corner.
“Works for me!” Dash took the bottle, and downed the contents. “Okay, A.J. hold her down for me!”
“Sure thing Dashiekins,” Dash shot her a venomous look but it only held for a few seconds before she cracked a smirk. Apple Jack smiled back, happy to assist her marefriend on this momentous occasion.
The neck of the bottle went in easily enough, but as it widened Dash had to really force it, inch by inch. Scootaloo squealed with each push, her whole body shuddering, every cauterized stump waggling about desperately. She was beyond crying or sobbing now, she just kept screaming and begging for mercy.
“Ugh I can’t stand it anymore!” Rarity wadded up a dish towel she’d found and stuffed it in Scootaloo’s mouth, muting her pleas. The little Pegasus could only look up at her, wide eye silently beseeching her to make it stop. Rarity just shook her head, “this is all your fault, you know.”
Meanwhile, Dash was struggling to force the wine bottle up the filly’s ass. She steeled herself and gave one last shove with all her might. It was a good thing rarity had gagged Scootaloo, because the squealing would have been ear-piercing. Her brown town sphincter snapped like a broken rubber band, creating a gaping hole from which her traumatized intestines slopped out. “Whoa,” was all Rainbow could say for a moment. Then she turned to her pink friend, who was bouncing with joy. “What now? This is more your area of expertise, Pinkie.”
“Oh watch this, it’ll be so super cool,” Pinkie removed the wine bottle and situated the little Pegasus so her plot was just at the edge of the counter, then she grabbed the end of the intestinal tract. “Ready?” The others nodded. The party pony yanked hard. It was like watching a hose uncoil as foot after foot of intestine spilled out onto the floor with a series of squishing and splattering noises.
“My word!” Rarity exclaimed, “how does that all fit in such a tiny body?”
“Pony physiology is an amazing thing,” Twilight told her, “I have many books on the subject if you…”
“Thank you dear but I think I’ve seen quite enough for a while,” Rarity laughed.
Scootaloo’s innards finally stopped coming, and Pinkie severed the organ, leaving just half a foot of floppy digestive tract hanging from what had once been the filly’s star fish.
“Hey look at this!” said Dash, poking her deflated belly, “she’s gone all…flat!” The cyan mare kept poking and prodding in amusement. Scootaloo appeared to be unconscious again, but her body spasmed each time Rainbow jabbed it.
“Is she dead?” Fluttershy asked quietly.
“Nope nope nope!” Pinkie beamed, “you’d be surprised what you can take out of a pony without killing her. As long as she has lungs and a heart and she doesn’t bleed out, we can keep this party going all night! Of course she’ll die eventually without her bowels and if we remove her liver and kidneys and stuff, but as long as we’re careful we can make her last a few more hours at least!”
“How do you know so much about physiology Pinkie?” Twilight was honestly curious.
“Oh, Grandpappy Pie was a coroner, doing autopsies and all that! He tried to teach my dad the trade but daddy could never stomach the blood, that’s why we ended up on that dumb ol’ rock farm. I loved it though, and he taught me all about it. Before I discovered parties, dissection was the only fun part of my life!”
“Well, I’ll be,” A.J. smiled, “our little cupcake baker’s a regular doctor!”
“Oh, no,” Pinkie shook her head modestly, “it’s just a hobby of mine, I like making tasty treats way more!” The friends all laughed. “Speaking of which, it’s almost time for cake! Er, that is if you don’t mind, Dashie.”
“Ya know Pinks, as much as I wanted to finish her, I’m liking your idea better. You have my blessing.”
“Let’s do it together!” Pinkie suggested, readying her defibrillator once more.
