Cupcakes 2: Chapter 3- Applejack

Cupcakes 2: Silence of the Hares
By Vladnuke
Edited by The Color Twelve

Chapter 3: Applejack

"She's getting up."
"Good, Ah thought she was in a coma or something."
"Actually, Ah almost hoped that would be the case."
"Oh Big Macintosh, what in the world are we gonna do now?"
"We live, Applejack. We'll get her to be alright in the head, we'll give her her life back. We'll take back what Pinkie has taken from us. But right now, she just needs to rest."
"Hi bro and sis! Whatcha talkin' about?" Apple Bloom piped up, shooting down Big Mac's suggestion.
"Apple Bloom! What happened in there? What did she do to you?" Applejack half-cried, hoping her sister hadn't been too traumatized.

"Oh, nuthin', just some arts and crafts, a bit of paintin', and a lot of cupcake makin'."
Applejack blinked. "You helped her? But…" She couldn't bring herself to think of her sister becoming like Pinkie Pie.
"Oh, it's no big deal, I was just playin' with my friends. Pinkie Pie did most of the work; I just helped a little every now and then. Now why am I in this funny-lookin' glass stable?"
"The doctors s-said that you w-weren't right in the head, Apple Bloom. That Pinkie did some terrible things to ya. That you're a d-danger to yourself and everypony around you."
"Pinkie said that this was a special way of playing," Apple Bloom continued, ignoring that her question had been answered. "A way that would bond us as friends forever. She even said that since Rarity loved making dresses so much, she'll make Rarity a special dress! Or was that make Rarity into a special dress?"
Applejack reeled in horror and disgust. Her own sister had been transformed, had been changed from the sweet little filly she knew into a broken-down monster.
As Applejack numbly trotted into the kitchen to grab a drink, Twilight let herself into the room. "Applejack, I need to speak to you about Apple Bloom!" she shouted. "I'm here on Princess Celestia's behalf."
Applejack looked at Twilight and slowly said through her teeth, "What do you wanna know, Twilight?"
"I need to interview Apple Bloom. She's vital to this case."
"Sorry, no can do," Applejack replied. "But, seeing as that was more of a statement than a question, Ah can assume you're going to anyway."
"Well, yes…"
"Come with me." Applejack led her down the long twisting hallways of the farmhouse. "The doctors said to not to get close to the glass. Items may be exchanged through the sliding metal tray, but do not give her anything sharp."
"That's all?" Twilight asked.
"One more thing. Do not, do not let your guard down. She's been, ahem, trained by Pinkie Pie."
"Can do," Twilight said confidently, but internally mortified at what she might hear or see in that stable. As she approached the stable, she saw a stool, and quickly sat.
"Why so quick to relax, Twilight?" Apple Bloom asked coolly. "Didn't Applejack tell you not to let your guard down?"
"You let that guard down, Apple Bloom. He's still receiving treatment. Doctors say that they might not be able to recover his right cheek." Twilight paused, glaring at the filly in the stable. "Why did you do it?"
"I ate his cheek, and had some fava beans later on the side. Pinkie always told me that the cheeks were the tastiest part of any creature. She also left me in there with no food for six days. I can imagine that's what's happening with poor little Rarity right now."

Twilight froze. She realized it all now.

"You see," Apple Bloom continued, "Rarity might not be dead yet. Pinkie kept talkin' about it, how one needs to starve a pony for a few days. Loosens the skin. And then-"
"Pinkie's going to make a dress out of Rarity?" Twilight interjected, horrified by this revelation.
"Yep! She's been talkin' about it for a while now. Ah don't know how far she's gotten, but if she's doin' that, then you've definitely got some time before she kills her."
Twilight was taken aback by the filly's excitement for Rarity's death, but relieved that her friend was still alive. "Do you know where she's hiding, Apple Bloom?"
"Well, this has to end sometime. But Ah can't help you with that, Twilight. Ah've never been with Miss Pinkie to the hideout. All Ah know is it's somewhere in Manehattan. She'd been makin' cupcakes there too, but that place had been just a temporary holdout."
"Why are you helping me like this, Apple Bloom? Aren't you Pinkie's helper?" Twilight choked on the last word. Unlike Applejack, she simply could not see Apple Bloom as a monster.

"She forgot about me, Twilight. Ah was her faithful student, Ah had screamed for days on end for her to release me, but she never did. She acted like Ah wasn't even there. She ignored me."
"How did you end up there in the first place? What did she do to you?" Twilight hurriedly started questioning Apple Bloom.
"Well, Ah can't share that story with you right now."
"Why not? Is the pain too much to bear?"
"No," Apple Bloom replied with a smile. "Because my sister is right behind you."
"Come on, Twilight," Applejack said wearily. "My poor sister has been through enough, it's time for you to move them hooves outta here. Little Apple Bloom needs her rest."
"I'll be back soon, Applejack. I hope you know that." Twilight said sternly.
"Oh, Ah know that," Applejack whispered, mostly to herself.
"Twilight!" Apple Bloom yelled. "Remember! Rarity still has time. She still has…"


"…Time to check up on my favourite little pony!" Pinkie Pie gleefully shouted as she hopped across dimly-lit the room towards the pit.
Rarity had dressed her wound with the fabric from her dresses. She'd been there for two days now. The pain medication had worn off though, so it had been burning in her forehead. She had been enduring it for hours, too afraid of her fate to sleep. The searing pain in her forehead had made every other limb in her body ache. She had grown very weak.
"Soiled yourself again, Rarity?" Pinkie mocked her. "That isn't very ladylike."
"Pinkie, how could you? I thought we were friends!" Rarity sobbed. It was true, there had simply been no place to go to the bathroom, and either way, she was too weak to move.
"Well, that won't do, we can't have your coat and mane getting all dirty." Pinkie hopped away, and quickly returned with a large hose.
"Pinkie, what are you doing?" Rarity asked, trying to delay the inevitable.
"Washing you, silly!" Pinkie turned on the water and it rushed out of the hose onto Rarity, chilling her to the bone and nearly drowning her. Pinkie shut the water off, and Rarity just sat there, shivering and coughing, looking down at the ground and wondering how this was actually happening.

Her eyes were quickly caught by a basket that was being lowered down. It had a towel and a small light on it. As soon as it arrived, she took out the towel and dried herself off, then set it aside. Then she noticed a small bottle that said 'special lotion'.
"Take that rag of your head," Pinkie called down to her captive. "It looks silly."
Rarity reluctantly complied, slowly peeling her makeshift bandage off and wincing at the feeling of the fabric coming off. The spot where her horn had been had gotten infected, and there was a steady stream of yellow pus flowing out from one of the smaller sores that had formed, some of it leaking down into Rarity's eye.

"Oh no, that won't do. Well, like Granny Pie always said, 'It puts the lotion on the skin or else it gets the hose again.'" Her alligator, Gummy, scurried up and waggled his tail. "Yes she will, Gummy, she will get the hose." Pinkie said in a childish tone to her scaly friend. Again, Rarity complied, squeezing out a bit of the off-white mixture and putting it on the infected area. It stung unlike anything Rarity had ever felt before. Her head reeled back from the pain, but she ground her teeth and continued applying it. She knew that Pinkie was keeping her alive, and that there was a chance someone was looking for her.
"Now it puts the lotion back in the basket!" Pinkie said.
"Please Pinkie," Rarity sobbed. "I want to go home!"
"Funny, that's what Rainbow Dash said. And Twist. And Gilda. But that's beside the point. It puts the lotion back in the basket!" Pinkie repeated, this time more forcefully.
"Please-" Rarity began, only to be interrupted by Pinkie.
"Put the lotion back in the basket!"
Rarity put it back, and as the basket rose, its light revealed several bloody scratch marks on the walls of the pit, and in between two pieces of cobble, a broken piece of hoof. Rarity backed up, hunched over, and began to scream.

Pinkie just looked down and started mocking her again.


To Be Continued