It had been not even five minutes since the Cakes had left, and already Pinkie Pie was scarfing down the doughnut section of the shop. It felt like she hadn't eaten anything good, ever since Sugar Belle's...muffins. Those were muffins even Derpy wouldn't eat! And, after decorating Twilight's castle, the pink pony had worked up quite an appetite.
So, Pinkie figured just one measly little maple bar wouldn't kill her. That quickly lead to two, then five, then twenty. Soon, Pinkie was scarfing down doughnuts, as if her hooves and mouth had a mind of their own. Her Pinkie sense was on overdrive, but, she couldn't turn away to see what was about to happen.
"Pinkie Pie!" Two shocked voices called, finally pulling Pinkie from her trance. Pinkie looked up from the eclair she just bit into. Frosting covered her face like a beard. She quickly licked it off and saw a shocked Mr and Mrs Cake at the doorway, both their mouths wide open.
"Oh, hi, Mr and Mrs. Cake." Pinkie said sheepishly. "How are you?"
"Pinkamena!" Mrs. Cake growled. "What on EARTH made you think it was OK to eat our whole inventory?!"
"And our cake for the festival is ruined!" Mr. Cake cried. "We spent...I don't even KNOW how many moons working on this!"
"Uh..heh...yeah..." Pinkie said. "So, I was kind of hungry, and, uh, you let me eat some stuff here before and-"
"Well, not our whole inventory!" The Cake's exclaimed.
"We left you here to watch over the shop for five. Minutes." Mr Cake. said. "Is that to much to ask you? Without eating everything in here?!"
"Uh..." For the first time in a long time, Pinkie Pie was at a loss for words. She thought that just one doughnut would be enough. To be honest, she barley remembered eating even half of the doughnut section. Let alone, the whole shop. The Cake's were seething with rage, their faces an unnatural red.
"Pinkamena Diane Pie." Mrs. Cake said. She only used Pinkie's whole name when she was boiling over in rage. "I think it's about time you get help."
The golden brew stared Pinkie in the face as Zecora was talking with the Cake's. Pinkie honestly wasn't paying attention. She was just thinking on how the brew looked like melted Carmel. Mm, melted Carmel... She thought. Zecora turned to her.
"Once you drink this golden brew, eating sweets, you'll no longer do." The zebra said.
"Wha--No eating sweets?!" Pinkie cried. "Are you CRAZY?!"
"Crazy, I am not. Your taste for sugar has to stop."
"No, I am not drinking thi-" Quick as a whip, Mrs Cake shoveled the brew into Pinkie's mouth before she could finish her sentace. "Bleh." Pinkie said. "It tastes like rotten apples."
Mr. Cake put his hoof in the remaining 'medicine' and tasted it himself. "It tastes like honey-butter to me."
Mrs. Cake did the same thing. "Mm...yeah, honey butter with a hint of..." She stopped, face-hoofing herself.
"What is it, honey?" Mr. Cake asked.
"We tried the brew!" She answered.
"Yeah? So?
"We tried the brew that was meant for Pinkie for her 'problem.'" Mrs caked emphasized on almost every other word.
"Yeah, I know." Mr. Cake said. "So what?"
"No that you have tried the brew." Zecora explained. "The taste of sweets is no longer true." She paused. "To your, Mrs. Cake, or Pinkie Pie. When you tested the brew, I have to ask why."
"Oh. Oh, this isn't good." Mr. Cake said, now seeing the situation in a different light.
"Do you have another brew to reverse this?!" Mrs. Cake pleaded.
"This situation is one of the worst. I do, indeed, have a reverse." Zecora calmly said, walking over to a shelf with a light purple, almost pink, brew sitting on it. "But in order for this to work, you need to bring me the pony with the sugar quirk."
"Pinkie Pie?" Mr. Cake asked. He looked around, and didn't see a pink pony anywhere. "What do you need her for?"
"In order for this to disperse, you need all that drank the curse." Zecora explained. "Now, go and find Pinkie Pie." She made a waving motion with her hoof. "I need to find a third eye."
The Cake's left warily, both wondering where to find the pink pony, and also slightly disturbed.
A huge rock farm, the last place they expected to look, was were Pinkie was. They also didn't expect the usual happy-go-lucky pony to be working on a rock farm, her hair straight and her fur a dull pink. Two mares worked along side her. One was a dull gray, the other was a dull purple.
"Pinkie Pie?" Mr. Cake called. Pinkie stopped working to look at them.
"Hi." She mumbled, then went back to work, smashing boulders into small rocks.
"Uh, would you come with us?" Mrs. Cake asked.
"Why?" Pinkie asked sarcastically. "So you can take away something that makes me me?"
"No! Not at all! In fact, its to give you something back." Mr. Cake replied.
Pinkie scowled. "Well, you can leave now. I'm not coming with you two..." she paused, then looked up. "You two dirtbags.
The Cake's gasped. This definitely was NOT like Pinkie, not in the slightest. The dull gray earth pony came up to them, her expression flat and her voice monotone.
"This is private property." She said. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Oh." Mrs. Cake said. "Of course, of course." She hesitated. "Can you please tell Pinkie to meet us at Sugar Cube Corner in two hours?"
All Maud did was stare at her, stone-faced.
"Uh..." Mrs. Cake took a step back. "Thanks." She and her husband turned around and left. Pinkie Pie was there last chance of a successful business, and, little did they know, Pinkie Pie was Ponyville's last hope as well.
