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Why Pinkie?
“Finally! Everything’s perfect!” Twilight surveyed the table in front of her. Treats of all kinds, ice cream, cakes, and many more desserts were laid out. “Now we just need to…” Twilight searched for the biggest cake of them all, specially designed for Princess Celestia. She had worked hard following all of the instructions and making sure she didn’t mess anything up, so it was understandable that she was a bit nervous.
This cake was called the Matriarch. An enormous seven-layer cake with frosting, pieces of candy decoration, an ice cream pool, and even a little eatable toy figurine at the top. It resembled the city of Canterlot, and the insides were made up of chocolate and vanilla.
Twilight burst into the kitchen where her friends were cooking last minute desserts. “She’ll be here any second now. Is everypony ready?”
“Yup!”
“Of course, darling.”
“Everything’s plum cherry over here.”
Twilight pushed open the door and stared at the cake. “Good, good. Now all we need to do is—” She paused and looked back at her friends. “One, two, three, four, where’s Pinkie?”
Her friends collectively shrugged.
“Oh no…” Twilight turned back towards the cake and saw a pink blur rush toward it. She called out, “No, Pinkie! That’s for—” Twilight wasn’t fast enough. Before she could finish her sentence, Pinkie had opened her mouth so wide that it was big enough to eat the table. In one fell swoop, Pinkie had swallowed the entire cake whole and was licking her lips.
“Yummy! That was delicious, Twilight!”
“Celestia…” Twilight trailed off.
Pinkie’s eyes gazed towards the other treats on the table.
“Wait! Don’t!”
Before Twilight could leap forward, Pinkie had swallowed every other dessert on the table, eating enough to satisfy dozens of other normal ponies. Her eyes glazed over and Pinkie yelled, “More!”
Twilight turned around and waved to her friends. “Pinkie’s here! Hide everything!” But before they could, the pink blur zipped past Twilight and devoured all of the backup cakes that had been hiding in the back in case they needed extras. “Pinkie! Noooooo!”
After eating all the treats, Pinkie collapsed on the floor and rubbed her large belly before letting out a huge belch. “Buuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp. Excuse me!”
Twilight waved her hooves frantically in the air. “Pinkie! Why did you eat everything? That was for the celebration! It was for…” She let her words drift in the air. “Celestia…” Twilight’s eyes darted towards the pony in question, who had walked through the door.
“There, there, Twilight. It’s okay. We can always make more.”
“Yes, princess.” Twilight bowed, as well as the rest of her friends.
“But… we’re out of ingredients, Twilight.” Applejack spoke up. “Pinkie ate them all.”
Twilight’s eyes bulged as she looked towards Celestia again. Celestia simply smiled.
“Weeeeeeeeeeee!” Pinkie bounced up and down, even higher than usual. “This is fun.”
Twilight shook her head. She looked around, but saw nothing but a grey, barren wasteland. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing, except for Twilight and Pinkie.
Pinkie giggled. “Twilight, I don’t think we’re in Equestria anymore.”
Twilight facehoofed.
This cake was called the Matriarch. An enormous seven-layer cake with frosting, pieces of candy decoration, an ice cream pool, and even a little eatable toy figurine at the top. It resembled the city of Canterlot, and the insides were made up of chocolate and vanilla.
Twilight burst into the kitchen where her friends were cooking last minute desserts. “She’ll be here any second now. Is everypony ready?”
“Yup!”
“Of course, darling.”
“Everything’s plum cherry over here.”
Twilight pushed open the door and stared at the cake. “Good, good. Now all we need to do is—” She paused and looked back at her friends. “One, two, three, four, where’s Pinkie?”
Her friends collectively shrugged.
“Oh no…” Twilight turned back towards the cake and saw a pink blur rush toward it. She called out, “No, Pinkie! That’s for—” Twilight wasn’t fast enough. Before she could finish her sentence, Pinkie had opened her mouth so wide that it was big enough to eat the table. In one fell swoop, Pinkie had swallowed the entire cake whole and was licking her lips.
“Yummy! That was delicious, Twilight!”
“Celestia…” Twilight trailed off.
Pinkie’s eyes gazed towards the other treats on the table.
“Wait! Don’t!”
Before Twilight could leap forward, Pinkie had swallowed every other dessert on the table, eating enough to satisfy dozens of other normal ponies. Her eyes glazed over and Pinkie yelled, “More!”
Twilight turned around and waved to her friends. “Pinkie’s here! Hide everything!” But before they could, the pink blur zipped past Twilight and devoured all of the backup cakes that had been hiding in the back in case they needed extras. “Pinkie! Noooooo!”
After eating all the treats, Pinkie collapsed on the floor and rubbed her large belly before letting out a huge belch. “Buuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp. Excuse me!”
Twilight waved her hooves frantically in the air. “Pinkie! Why did you eat everything? That was for the celebration! It was for…” She let her words drift in the air. “Celestia…” Twilight’s eyes darted towards the pony in question, who had walked through the door.
“There, there, Twilight. It’s okay. We can always make more.”
“Yes, princess.” Twilight bowed, as well as the rest of her friends.
“But… we’re out of ingredients, Twilight.” Applejack spoke up. “Pinkie ate them all.”
Twilight’s eyes bulged as she looked towards Celestia again. Celestia simply smiled.
“Weeeeeeeeeeee!” Pinkie bounced up and down, even higher than usual. “This is fun.”
Twilight shook her head. She looked around, but saw nothing but a grey, barren wasteland. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing, except for Twilight and Pinkie.
Pinkie giggled. “Twilight, I don’t think we’re in Equestria anymore.”
Twilight facehoofed.