Creepypasta Origins

Pinkamena

The air was warm, 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 Rainbow Dash; her place was in the sky. She tore freely through the air, speeding one way and the next, buzzing the tree tops and racing the wind. The blue pegasus swooped over a schoolyard, much to the delight of the children, then climbed several hundred feet and dove, streaking downward 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 Pinkie Pie in five minutes.

Dash had gotten so caught up in her exercises that she'd nearly forgotten that Pinkie had asked to meet her at Sugarcube Corner at three. Pinkie hadn't said why or what they'd be doing, but Dash knew that with Pinkie, 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 Pinkie off to continue flying. But Dash's conscience got the better of her. She knew that it would hurt Pinkie's feelings; after all, Pinkie 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. Pinkie might have found a bunch more fun stuff to pull on folks, and they'd had so much fun the last time.

Dash kicked into overdrive to make up for 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, you're here! I've been waiting aaall day," said the jumping pony.  "Sorry if I'm a little late, Pinkie. I was doing my afternoon exercises and lost track of time," Dash apologized.  Pinkie giggled and responded in a gleefully reassuring tone, "Oh that's ok, you're here now. What's a few more minutes? I've been sooo excited thinking about all fun stuff we're gonna do, I haven't stopped bouncing since I woke up. I mean, I almost forgot to breathe I've been so happy."  Dash gave a slightly uncomfortable laugh. She had always appreciated Pinkie Pie's friendly, outgoing way of life, but Pinkie's overabundant enthusiasm almost creeped her out.

Dash maintained a polite expression, however. If Pinkie was this worked up, whatever she had planned must be good.  "So, you ready to get started, Rainbow Dash? I've got everything all ready," the pink pony said.  Dash psyched herself up. "You betcha, Pinkie. So what do ya got planed? 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 CUPCAKES!" Pinkie happily announced.  "Baking?" Dash was disappointed. "Pinkie, 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," Pinkie explained.  Dash thought for about it for a second. "Well, alright, I guess that's OK. What exactly do you need me to do?"  "That's the spirit. Here you go." Pinkie 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?"  "Sorta," Pinkie said.  Dash shrugged and popped the pastry in her mouth. She chewed a bit and swallowed. Not bad. "OK, now what?" Dash asked.  "Now," Pinkie informed her, "You take a nap."  Puzzled, Dash opened her mouth but felt instantly light-headed. 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 taut leather strap held it firmly in place. She struggled to move, but braces around her chest 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 fluttered frantically while she struggled to escape. As she writhed, Pinkie jumped suddenly into her line of sight.  "Goodie, you're awake. Now we can get started," Pinkie stated gleefully. She bounded into the darkness, and quickly reappeared pushing a small cart covered with a cloth.  "Pinkie, what's going on? I can't move!" Dash said urgently.  "Well, duh, that's because you're tied down," chided Pinkie. "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 to help 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 special ingredient?"  Pinkie giggled and responded