Baby Blues

Twilight slowly awoke with a groan, a massive pounding sensation inside her head. As she opened her eyes, flashes of events that had happened last night flitted before her. Her eyes widened and she immediately sat up, realizing where she was. She was in her room, lying on her massive queen-sized bed. The purple mare suddenly lurched forward, gripping her stomach. She jumped off the bed, galloping for the nearest bathroom. The alcohol and food that she had ingested from the night before practically spewed from her mouth and into the sink bowl.

After a few minutes, Twilight’s stomach had emptied itself, yet she couldn’t stop dry heaving. Her eyes burned and stung; it was difficult to see herself in the mirror. The pounding in her head only increased as she continued to heave into the sink.

As she was throwing up, a sleepy yet concerned Spike walked in. “Twilight? What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” The scaly purple dragon inquired with worry, patting his alicorn companion on the back sympathetically.

Twilight didn’t answer. The dry heaves had stopped, but she was coughing and wheezing violently. “Oh Spike…I think I overdid it last night.” She moaned.

Spike frowned, “I told you that drinking Pinkie’s punch was a bad idea! Nobody ever listens to Spike.” He mumbled to himself, shaking his head in disapproval.

Twilight whimpered. “What am I gonna do, Spike? Today I have a meeting with the Princesses. I can’t go down there feeling ill like this!”

Spike sighed, “Alright, alright, relax. How about you just rest for today and I’ll talk to Celestia and Luna. They’ll understand, I promise.” He reassured.

Twilight smiled at him in a sickly manner. “Thanks Spike.”

“No problem Twi, but can you brush your teeth first? Your breath smells like puke.”

At Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie merrily bounced into the kitchen to prepare today’s new batch of sweets. Albeit she had woken up feeling a little sick and dizzy, the pink pony felt that she would be just fine. As she readied the ingredients for the cupcakes, her stomach churned uneasily.

“Oh, I bet I’m just hungry. A cupcake will definitely cheer me up!” Pinkie managed to fix a batch of delicious chocolate cupcakes and place them in the oven. Minutes later she heard a ‘ding’ and readily took them out. She didn’t even bother to let them cool before shoving one into her mouth. She grinned as she munched on the pastry, happily licking the crumbs from her lips.

But her smile quickly faded as the recurring tummy ache returned, with a vengeance. She swallowed her bite of the cupcake and began to heave convulsively. The bitter taste of copper filled her mouth and a steadily rising sensation crept up her throat. At that moment Pinkie’s body reacted to these unusual symptoms in one of the only ways it could.

Before the pink pony could reassert control, the cupcake she had just eaten as well as foods from the night before was expelled from her body uncontrollably. In a matter of moments Pinkie’s entire breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert from the day before went spouting from her stomach.

When she had finished, Pinkie stared in horror and surprise at the chunky, slushy mire on the floor in front of her. It smelled horrible, and looked incredibly gross. Before she could make a move Mrs. Cake trotted in.

“Pinkie, I—“ Mrs. Cake froze when she saw the mess on the floor. She looked up only to see a tearful Pinkie staring right back at her.

“Oh Mrs. Cake, I’m so sorry! The cupcakes! And…and…” The sorrowful pink pony stammered, only to start vomiting again.

Mrs. Cake stared slack-jawed, helplessly watching her employee aggressively puke on her floor. She waited until she was sure that Pinkie was finished vomiting to console her. “Oh Pinkie dear, are you not feeling well? I hope you’re not catching anything nasty. Why don’t you go upstairs and I’ll clean this up. You need to rest.” The blue baker whispered soothingly.

“But…but…” Pinkie sighed, her mane flattening slightly. “Okay…” She wearily trotted upstairs. Before she could make it to the top her stomach reacted again and she found herself dashing toward the bathroom.

Mrs. Cake cringed as she heard the unmistakable dry heaves of her employee from the upper floor. She felt awful for the poor mare. Maybe she had been working her too hard lately. The maternal blue pony then got out a mop and some cleaning supplies, ready to clean up Pinkie’s mess.

At the Carousel Boutique, Rarity was in a similar state to Twilight and Pinkie. The bathroom had been occupied since early that morning, a cacophony of moans, grunts, and heaves coming from behind the door.

Sweetie Belle, afraid and alone, was downstairs, coloring and trying to distract herself from the disgusting sounds coming from upstairs. She whimpered and grimaced with every sound, hardly even paying attention to her drawing. Copious tears streamed down the filly’s face in profusion as she silently hoped that her sister would be okay in the end.

Snips heard a knock at the door. Scratch that. He heard very, very loud rapping and pounding at the door that immediately woke him up. Curious, the green unicorn colt groggily trotted to the door and opened it a crack. There stood Trixie, a very pale and wane-looking Trixie, to be frank. Her hair was in disarray and several strands of errant hair went askew. Her cheeks had a green tinge to them and her chin and chest were covered in old encrusted flakes of a brownish substance.

“May Trixie come in? She’s feeling very unwell.”