Sugar Coated

Sugar Coated
Chapter Two

He was being taunted. It was as if the cakes on the other side of the glass were laughing at him. “We’d be awful good wouldn’t we, Poundcake? Too bad we’d spike your sugar!”

He hated it.

With an exasperated sigh, the pale colt dawned his saddlebag and went into the kitchen. His parents were finishing a cake as Pumpkincake was kneading dough with her hooves.

“Where are the cupcakes going?” Poundcake asked.

“They’re going to Roseluck, Daisy, and Lily’s garden party. The muffins go to Dinky’s house.” Pumpkin said simply.

Mr. and Mrs. Cake looked over to their son. “Have you checked your sugar?” Mrs. Cake asked as she packed Poundcake’s saddlebags with a box of cupcakes and a box of muffins, checking a side pocket to find his glucometer and insulin pens.

“Yes mother…It’s at 92.”

“Better bring a snack.” Mr. Cake said, bringing out a bag of peanuts and slipping it into a pocket of a saddlebag. “Hurry back. You need to eat in two hours.”

“Yes sir I will…”

It had been like this ever since he’d gotten back from the hospital. He’d been getting bombarded with nothing but questions like that from his parents. They barely asked him about school or how he was anymore. It was all about his blood sugar and his meals and his insulin. Even Pumpkincake didn’t look at him like se used to. He has no idea what he was going to do. His only means of escape was his daily deliveries away from the bakery. Even though his insulin and meter were constant reminder of his newfound condition, at least his family wasn’t there to bear down on him.

Ponyville was bustling with its usual morning routine, ponies opening their stalls and shops for the day, while others got ready for shopping or just a relaxing day in town. It was nice to be able to say hello to those around Ponyville without getting weird looks or bombarded with questions.

“Poundcake!” A voice called. Pound turned to see Pipsqueak approaching him, his Trottingham accent prominent. “I just heard.”

Oh great. “About what?”

“You bloody well know what. I feel like such a wanker. I’m sorry for daring you to eat all that cake.”

“It’s okay, Pip. It was bound to happen eventually.” Poundcake said, the two of them now on their way to the home of the flower trio. “Anyway, I gotta get going alright? I have two deliveries to make.”

“Right. Maybe we can hang out tonight?”

“Sure.” Poundcake didn’t think twice about leaving him behind. He didn’t need any more reminders, and he was already being taunted enough by the smells of the delicious apple pies and Fritters from the Apple Family’s stall.

His two deliveries went without a hitch, and it only disheartened him even more when he had to turn down a free muffin from Ditzy Doo. Now he just needed a quiet place to rest for a while, away from the sweet smells of cherries and apples and yummies of Ponyville. But, he didn’t exactly know where he could go.

Maybe he was better off at home after all.