Chapter 1: The After Party Party

"Now that the fillies and colts have all gone to bed it's time to start..." Pinkie announced over a megaphone she had with her, "THE AFTER PARTY PARTY!" Everypony shouted happily and continued on partying as Applejack, Braeburn, and Rainbow Dash pulled out the cider barrels while Big Mac and Pinkie grabbed the mugs. Within minutes the part was really going, mostly thanks to the cider lowering everypony's inhibitions. If somepony, liked Pinkie, watched close enough, she could see a few ponies hooking up. Over by the cider taps Big Mac and Rainbow Dash were flirting almost nonstop, whether or not this was so Rainbow could get free cider was left to be seen. By the edges of the party stallions could be hitting on Applejack and Rarity, but they were being turned down by both almost immediately. Twilight and Fluttershy on the other hoof were standing in the far back of the party, trying to avoid being noticed by many of the stallions that were there. As Pinkie left to go get them more involved she felt somepony grab her tail.

"Hey Pinkie?" Braeburn asked shyly, his cheeks flushed just a little bit from all the cider he had drank.

"Yeah?" Pinkie asked, looking back at Braeburn from behind her tail.

"Can you come with me, I want to show you something" Braeburn asked, slurring his words slightly as he hiccup, the cider now starting to really affect him. Pinkie didn't understand him at first, but she quickly figured it out from the drunk look he was giving her. She weighed her options, looking at him, and then the stallions in the crowd. Braeburn was, without a doubt, the nicest looking one there, so it couldn't hurt to go with him for a little bit.

"Ok, but it better be awesome~" Pinkie said in a sing song way as she led Braeburn away with from the party with her flank swaying wildly, which his eyes were so inclined to stay on.

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The next morning Pinkie woke up, feeling sick to her stomach, which was strange since she didn't have any cider the night before. When she got to her hooves she suddenly had an urge to vomit, which forced her to hold her mouth shut as she ran towards the bathroom, almost running over Mrs. Cake as she exited the bathroom after her morning shower.

"Morning Pinkie" Mrs Cake said happily as the pink pony rushed past her, "Is everything ok?" Pinkie turned around to look at her, but had her cheeks puffed out as she tried to hold it in. Once she got over the toilet she opened her mouth, and loud gagging noises came from inside the room as soon as she did, which worried Mrs Cake.

"Pinkie, dear, are you okay?" Mrs Cake asked worriedly as she poked her head into the bathroom, finding Pinkie sprawled out on the floor with her mouth hanging open.

"I feel like I've eaten five pounds of cotton candy..." Pinkie said weakly as she groaned.

"Dear, you did eat five pounds of cotton candy" Mrs Cake said, still remembering Mr Cake freaking out an hour earlier when he woke up to check on their supplies, finding an entire bag of cotton candy had been ravaged by Pinkie the night before.

"Oh, yeah, I guess I did" Pinkie said, now back to her normal self, but it was short lived as she was back over the toiler almost as soon as she got up. Mrs Cake watched her worriedly before Mr Cake shouted in agony from downstairs as the twins make a mess of the kitchen.

"If you need anything call me, okay Pinkie?" Mrs Cake asked before she made her way downstairs, waiting until Pinkie moaned in response before going. Pinkie went over the previous night's events, not being able to think of anything that would cause her to feel this way. She did make note of the small fling she had with Braeburn, but it was quickly dismissed as she thought it would be impossible that she would have gotten pregnant from him when she wasn't in heat. Her thinking was interrupted by another round of vomiting, this time making her pass out from it, but only momentarily.

"Ugh..." Pinkie groaned as she moved to head downstairs to begin work. All she needed was a few sugary treats and she would be back to her normal self, and the rest of the day would go perfectly. When Pinkie arrived downstairs she found Mr and Mrs Cake running all around the main room in a futile attempt to catch Pound and Pumpkin, who were flying around just out of their parents reach. Just as Pinkie turned to head into the kitchen so she could steal a treat she heard them run into each other, falling to a heap in the middle of the room.

"Sorry about that honey muffin" Mr Cake said wearily as he tried to get up, offering a hoof to Mrs Cake once he did.

"No problem cinnamon bun" Mrs Cake said sweetly as she took his hoof, the two of them getting right back to chasing their foals once they were up. Pinkie giggled quietly as she pushed open the door to the kitchen, looking around for any sign of a frosted treat for her.

"Ooh..." Pinkie said slowly as her eyes locked onto a batch of fresh cupcakes that were sitting on the counter. Planning to use the taste testing excuse if she was caught Pinkie grabbed two of them, eating them both in one big bite.

"Mmm..." Pinkie moaned happily as she tasted the cupcakes after they went down, "I love these ones!"

"Good to hear that dear" Mrs Cake said tiredly from the door with Pumpkin in her hooves, "Can you make another batch of them, the recipe's on the other counter"

"Sure thing Mrs Cake!" Pinkie shouted happily as she bounced over to the recipe, "Red Velvet. Sounds as delicious as it tastes!" Pinkie quickly went to work on the next three batches of the cupcakes, taking time to "sample" the batch that was already finished and sitting on the counter. By the time the other three batches were finished the first batch was nearly gone, with only one cupcake remaining, so Pinkie decided to eat that one too.

"Good work Pinkie, finishing two batches of cupcakes already!" Mr Cake cheered as he entered the kitchen with Mrs Cake, who was smiling as well, "I think you deserve a reward" Mr Cake smiled happily as he picked up a cupcake off the trays Pinkie had just prepared, and the other batch finally caught up with her. After she ran up the stairs to vomit into the toilet once more Mr Cake turned to Mrs Cake worriedly and asked,

"Was it something I said?"