Chapter 3: Cravings

It was early morning in Sugar Cube Corner when Pinkie woke up, slowly opening her eyes as the warm rays of light hit her in the face. Rather than jumping out of bed she slowly sat up and slid off of it, making sure she landed hooves first. Once she was sure she was stabled she slowly walked towards the bathroom, hoping to be the first one in, but the sound of running water meant Mr Cake was already sitting in the shower.

“Morning Pinkie” Mrs Cake said as she came out of the twins’ room, having just fed them their morning meal.

“Morning Mrs Cake” Pinkie said sadly, turning to face her, “Hey Mrs Cake, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course dear, what is it?” Mrs Cake asked back, interested in what kind of question Pinkie would have so early in the morning.

“How do you deal with this?” Pinkie asked, poking herself in the stomach.

“What about your stomach?” Mrs Cake asked, honestly confused by Pinkie’s question.

“How do you deal with having a fat one?” Pinkie asked, completely oblivious to how rude the question was, even when Mrs Cake leaned back with an offended look on her face. Pinkie raised an eyebrow at Mrs Cake, not quite sure why she would be offended by such a question. Over the past two months Pinkie had noticed that her own stomach was getting bigger, so she thought that asking somepony like Mrs Cake, who was a little oversized, would be a good thing to do.

“Dear, why are you asking me?” Mrs Cake asked flatly, obviously not amused in the slightest by Pinkie.

“Well, you are, um…” Pinkie said slowly, trying to find an appropriate word for Mrs Cake, “plus sized?” Mrs Cake didn’t even give Pinkie an offended look this time, instead she just stormed off, leaving a confused Pinkie in the hallway, right when Mr Cake came out of the shower.

“Is everything ok out here Pinkie?” he asked, looking down the hall just in time to see Mrs Cake turn to go down the stairs.

“Mrs Cake is mad because I asked her how she deals with being fat” Pinkie said, still not seeing the issue with her words.

“Mrs Cake isn’t fat Pinkie, she’s just…” Mr Cake tried to think of an appropriate words to use, “fun sized”

“Fun sized?” Pinkie asked confusedly.

“Yes, fun sized, now run along Pinkie, you need to help get everything set up for today” Mr Cake said flatly as he turned towards his bedroom, eager to get out of this conversation as fast as possible so Mrs Cake wouldn’t send him to sleep in the spare bedroom that night.

“Pinkie, can you come down here!” Mrs Cake shouted from downstairs, making Mr Cake jump.

“You’d better go” Mr Cake said quickly before he ran into his room. Pinkie gave his door a weird look before making her way downstairs, finding Mrs Cake standing at the bottom of the stairs with an angry look on her face.

“Did you eat all of our red velvet cupcakes last night?” Mrs Cake asked quickly, eyeing Pinkie down.

“Um, maybe…” Pinkie admitted shyly, but this only caused Mrs Cake to get angrier than she would have been.

“Pinkie, you know those were for a big order that was due today!” Mrs Cake shouted, “If you had eaten them you should have told one of us, or at least started a fresh batch!” Pinkie shied away from Mrs Cake as she yelled, and when she caught sight of Pinkie’s terrified look she calmed down, taking a deep breath to make sure she was okay.

“Pinkie, please, when you do something like this, just tell us” Mrs Cake said calmly before turning to go back into the kitchen, “Come on, we have some cupcakes to make”

“Yes ma’am” Pinkie said sadly, now feeling guilty over eating the cupcakes. She doesn’t know why, but she’s been having a strange craving for them ever since the got back from the meteor shower. Of course Pinkie didn’t tell anypony about it, especially not Mr and Mrs Cake, they would have freaked out and hidden all of the cupcakes from her, which wouldn’t have been good for anypony.

The rest of the day went without too much incident, other than Mrs Cake making sure to hide the new batch of red velvet cupcakes from Pinkie, much to her displeasure. Pinkie has always been implicitly trusted by the Cakes, and now they were afraid she was going to eat an entire order, even though she knew that they were for a customer who was coming in today. At around noon the Cakes left the bakery, leaving Pinkie to watch both it, and the twins. Deciding to use her time efficiently Pinkie began making herself a batch of the cupcakes, while the twins played together in their room. Just as Pinkie finished the cupcakes she heard the door open, so she shoved two of them into her mouth before going to the front counter.

“Hi Pinkie” Twilight said happily as she smiled at her friend, meanwhile Spike had caught a scent of the cupcakes Pinkie had just prepared, mesmerizing him almost instantly. As Twilight and Pinkie talked about random things, ranging from recipe books to the twins, Spike almost floated into the kitchen, his great sense of smell allowing him to find the cupcakes on the counter.

“Come to papa” Spike whispered quietly as he looked for the best one to eat, eventually finding an oversized one right in the middle. Without hesitation he gobbled it down, leaving nothing behind but a few crumbs. Luckily Twilight and Pinkie were still talking when he came out of the kitchen, but the doors opening did get Twilight’s attention.

“Spike, what is that on your face?” Twilight asked, moving her hoof to wipe something off the dragon’s cheek, coming back with frosting that made Pinkie jump. She almost flew over Twilight and Spike into the kitchen, a loud cry of agony ringing out when she saw that the giant cupcake she had made for herself was eaten by Spike.

“Oops” is all Spike said before Twilight started to pull him all the way back to the library so she could give him a talking to, meanwhile Pinkie just sat in the middle of the kitchen looking sadly at the crumbs he had left behind. She stayed that way until the Cakes got home, at which point she retired to her room for the rest of the day, much to the confusion of the Cakes.

Later that night Mrs Cake awoke to the sound of somepony vomiting in the bathroom, and when she went to figure out who it was she stepped onto a brownie tray, fresh from the oven. Out of curiosity she picked up the tray, and by using the light in the hallway she was able to tell that it was Pinkie who had made it, as there was virtually nothing left but a few crumbs that had gotten stuck in the corners of the tray. After Mrs Cake put the brownie tray back down she looked into the bathroom, finding Pinkie leaning over the toilet with her snout in the bowl. Before Mrs Cake could go see if she was okay Pinkie began vomiting again, and the sounds and smell of it made Mrs Cake back away, afraid that if she went any closer she would end up joining Pinkie in the toilet bowl.

“Is everything okay sugarplum?” Mr Cake asked tiredly as Mrs Cake climbed back into their bed, wrapping her legs around him quickly.

“Honeybun?” Mrs Cake asked quietly.

“Yes?” Mr Cake replied, turning his head back to he could look Mrs Cake in the eyes.

“Do you think it’s possible that Pinkie’s…” Mrs Cake trailed off, getting quiet as Pinkie began vomiting again, catching Mr Cake by surprise.

“Got the stomach flu? It is possible, it is getting kind of cold outside, so…” Mr Cake started to say, but he was cut off by Mrs Cake.

“Honeybun, I think Pinkie might be…” Mrs Cake trailed off as she looked deep into Mr Cake’s eyes, “Pregnant”