BEHIND EVERY SMILEby RAINBOW-DJ-PONYChaptersIT'S ALL JUST A DREAM...DIAGNOSIS...UNKNOWN...I AM AN ARTIST...I SMILE TO KEEP FROM CRYING...IT'S ALL JUST A DREAM... Pinkie Pie twisted in her bed rolling about her sheets as her mind was filled with inner turmoil. She was running away from a dark male figure who's face she couldn't see but she knew instinctively that if he caught her she was going to be hurt in a terrible way. But as she ran it seemed that she couldn't get any further away from him. In fact, he seemed to be getting closer and closer to her. She could feel his breath on her flank now and she knew that if she didn't move it he would grab her. "No....No.....Please NO......NOOOO.......NOOOOOOO!!!!!" Pinkie Pie screamed in her dreams and then..... A crash sounded from Pinkie Pies room and Ms. Cake popped out of bed. "Oh dear, What is that silly filly doing now." She said to herself softly. She looked over at her husband and smiled as he continued to sleep soundly. Ms. Cake slid out of the bed quietly, trotted out the bedroom door and trotted down the hall to Pinkie Pies room. She knocked softly on the door before speaking in a gentle voice. "Pinkie Dear? Are you ok? Did you fall out of bed again?" Pinkie Pie was sitting on her bed trying to catch her breath. Ms. Cake slowly opened the door wondering why she hadn't spoken up yet. Pinkie usually had a fast reply and would almost always bound to the door and swing it open with a huge grin plastered to her face and a happy giggle that let Ms. Cake know she was truly ok. "Pinkie Dear? Did you hit your head this time?" Ms. Cake asked softly poking her head into the room now noticing the large Pinkie shaped lump that was sitting up on the bed. Still Pinkie didn't respond and Ms. Cake began to worry that her dear apprentice had indeed hit her head very hard and must be suffering from memory loss. She reached out a hoof and turned on the lights showering the silent pink mare in a florescent glow. Ms. Cake opened the door all the way now and walked quietly over to Pinkie Pie. "Pinkie dear, Its me Ms. Cake. Do you understand what I am saying? Do you know who I am?" Ms. Cake asked her questions with a twing of dread in her heart but when Pinkie Pie turned towards her she was suddenly filled with fear and confusion. Tears ran down Pinkies face like two tiny rivers that shimmered in the glow of the florescent light. Her bright blue eyes looked like large pools of water that were over flowing uncontrollably like a dam had broken. And yet, despite her obvious sorrow on Pinkie Pie's mouth was a smile just as wide and bright as Ms. Cake had ever seen her make. Ms. Cake nearly jumped out of her skin when Pinkie spoke her voice completely bubbly and happy as it always was despite her tear stained cheeks showing all the evidence that something was very wrong. "Oh hello Ms. Cake!! I was just having a bed dream. A very wary ugly wugly baddie waddie dream. But I'm awoke now and the dream has gone Bye Bye! How are you tonight? Did I wake you? I'm soooo sorry! I didn't mean to wake any pony with my bad dreams." Pinkie Pie hung her head in shame but Ms. Cake could have cared less about having been woken up. Something was very wrong with her beloved apprentice and she wasn't sure if it was something that she could fix. Through Pinkie's entire speech her eyes continued to shed tears at an alarming rate. Ms. Cake spoke in as gentle a voice as she could not wanting to upset Pinkie further. "Its okay Pinkie dear, I usually end up waking around this time anyway because I have to use the bathroom. But that's not important. What is important dear is, well....Why are you crying? What was your dream about or did you hurt yourself falling out of bed?" Ms. Cake sat on the bed next to Pinkie who looked at her confused even as tears kept pouring from her eyes. "Crying??Me?? I'm not crying Ms. Cake...Are you sure your all the way awoke because I think your still half way in a dream world! Hehehehe!" Pinkie giggled her usual giggle and Ms. Cakes eyes widened. She was looking right at Pinkie Pie, and she was clearly crying. But it seemed that she didn't even know it. "Pinkie Pie, sweetie....You ARE crying." Ms. Cake said in a firm but soft voice. Pinkie looked at her confused. "Pinkie take your hooves and feel your face. You ARE crying dear and I'd like to know why so I can help you." Pinkie did as she was told and gasped in shock. Her face was wet with tears but even more she could feel the fresh new tears running from her eyes down her cheek and over her hooves. "OH MY GOODNESS!! Ms. Cake I Am crying!! But why!? And why cant I seem to stop?" Pinkie Pies face took on a look of terror as she started to wipe at her eyes only to have them fill again with more tears that were seemingly never ending. "You mean you didn't notice it before Pinkie?" Ms. Cake asked with concern etching into her voice. "NO....I had no idea till I felt it with my own hooves. Ms. Cake what is wrong with me!?" Pinkie asked with a mix of fear and confusion. Ms. Cake sighed as she reached for the phone that was right by Pinkies night stand, then dialed 911. A dispatcher stallion answered in a warm chipper voice. "Hello, you have reached the 911 emergency, What is your emergency?" He asked quickly. "Hello, This is Ms. Cake and I think I will need an ambulance for my apprentice Pinkie Pie. She had a bad dream, fell out of bed and is now crying uncontrollably." The dispatcher was silent for a moment then replied in the same chipper soft voice he'd used when he answered. "Ok so she fell out of bed and hit her head and is in serious pain?" He was about to start typing that in when Ms. Cake interrupted. "No that's not it. She fell out of bed, Got back into bed and now she is crying uncontrollably....I literally mean uncontrollably. She can not get the tears to stop even after rubbing her eyes. I think something is very wrong. Please send help right away." There was another pause and the dispatcher answered. "OoooKay, So she is suffering some kind of neurological emergency. Ill get someone out there as soon as possible. Tell her to sit in a comfortable position and if her condition changes in anyway please call us back right away." Ms. Cake thanked him and the phone went dead. "Alright Pinkie Pie, don't you worry the paramedics will be here soon to help you and take you to the doctors." Ms. Cake placed a hoof gently on Pinkies back. She looked at her with loving tender eyes then gasped as Pinkies face took on a look of utter horror and a ear splitting scream erupted from the pink mare. Ms. Cake jumped then started to try to comfort her hyper distressed apprentice. Little did she know that the reason for Pinkies sudden transformation was standing in the door way. Standing there was her husband. And little did she know of the terrible things he had been doing to the pink mare that she loved as if she was her own child. But soon, every pony would know. Every pony would know of the darkness behind Pinkie Pie's smile. And every pony would know just how bitter some ingredients in sweet things can be. DIAGNOSIS...UNKNOWN... As flashing lights brightened the front of the Cakes bakery, inside Pinkie Pies screams gave the peaceful place a feel of being something out of a horror movie. It didn't seem to matter what Ms. Cake did or how softly the paramedics talked to her to try to calm her she was inconsolable and simply screamed more with every attempt they made to console her. Finally seeing no other option a paramedic stallion gave her a shot of tranquilizer and Pinkie drifted into a fitful drug induced sleep. Now that the house was quiet he began drilling Ms. Cake with all manner of questions to which the plump blue mare gave the best answers she could. But when it came to the questions of why was Pinkie acting this way and did she have any mental problems and was she on drugs Ms. Cake found that she couldn't answer them for certain. She knew Pinkie would never use drugs but then again she did consume a large amount of sweets, especially chocolate, every single day. She knew Pinkie wasn't crazy but she had as of late been having horrible dreams that seemed to have her falling out of bed every night. Then again her falling out of bed wasn't something odd, Pinkie was always falling out of her bed and waking up laughing it off. But lately Ms. Cake noticed that shed be screaming before she woke up and it seemed shed be screaming the same thing every time. "Well I don't know for sure, but I think there is something going on inside her head. Lately she's been having very horrible dreams that make her roll and toss and fall from her bed almost every night. And she always screams "No Please No" right before she falls out of bed and wakes up. But tonight....Tonight was very different." The paramedic stallion listened intently before replying. "I see and do you have any idea of what could be causing these nightmares?" Ms. Cake shook her head vigorously. "No, I don't have the slightest idea. All I do know is that when she came here she had bad dreams for awhile but then they faded away. It's been years sense she's had a bad dream. Most of her dreams involve her and her friends having parties and being happy, well from what she's told me. But she wont tell me anything about her nightmares no matter how many times I ask her." The paramedic stallion nodded and looked at Ms. Cake gravely. "Well Ms. Cake from what I can tell given the current information, I think that your apprentice Pinkie Pie is suffering through a mental break down. But don't worry, these things can be fixed quickly if the cause for it is discovered soon enough and consoling is administered. We will be taking her to the hospital but I'm sure that if you try to come and see her you will be turned away. They will probably be putting her into the mental ward and for the first day or so she wont be allowed to have any visitors until they are certain she isn't a threat to herself or any pony else." Ms. Cake nodded only half taking in what the stallion was saying. "Oh...Ok...So should I just wait here and call the hospital or do you think maybe they will let me wait there with her. I wanted to ride with her to the hospital." Tears welled up in the plump blue mares eyes. "Its just....That I don't have any fillies or colts of my own and Pinkie came into our lives at a time when I thought I would never be able to have a family. She is, as far as I am concerned, My Daughter. I just want to be there with her while she's going through....Whatever this is. I just want to know she's ok and safe. I just want my happy Pinkie Pie back." Tears ran like rivers from Ms. Cakes eyes as she looked at the paramedic stallion pleadingly. He had been doing this job for a long time and he knew that Pinkie Pie would probably be ok after shed had some space away from whatever was stressing her. His years of experience told him that there was something going on in the bakery that was bothering her and he wondered if it was because of the blue mare crying before him. He looked deeply into the tear filled eyes and came to the conclusion that she couldn't be the cause of Pinkies distress and maybe having her there might pull Pinkie out of her mental break. "Hmmm....OK....Ill let you go. We only normally allow family members to ride with patients but it seems like you might have a mental break if you don't come and Id hate to be the cause of two mares ending up in a mental ward. But only you can come because we don't have that much room in the ambulance, Ok?" Ms. Cake squealed a high pitched yes and took off out the door heading straight after the paramedics who had taken Pinkie pie out of the room. The paramedic stallion shook his head and trotted after her but stopped as he had finally noticed Mr. Cake who was wearing a look of utter rage mixed with, something the stallion couldn't quite put his hoof on. "Ah, you must be Mr. Cake?" Mr. Cake nodded but didn't answer. "Maybe he's just really upset that all this is happening to his apprentice." The paramedic stallion thought to himself, but something inside him said that this wasn't the case at all. "I can tell your worried about Pinkie Pie too, Don't be. She's in the best hooves and whatever is wrong will be found out and hopefully fixed. Shell be back home before you know it." The paramedic stallion thought these words might make Mr. Cake look less stressed but they seemed to have had the opposite effect as his face seemed to grow more lines and creases at the words. The paramedic stallion didn't have time to contemplate why that would be as he got a call on his radio that the ambulance was ready to go. He ran out of the bakery and headed into the front of the ambulance. He and another stallion lit their horns and magic covered the ambulance making it float in the air. A siren blazed as they made the ambulance fly forward carrying every pony inside to the hospital much faster than would have happened had Pegasi been flying it. I AM AN ARTIST... Inside the bakery Mr. Cake looked out the window watching the ambulance go. He sighed heavily and trotted to Pinkie Pies closet. He pushed on a panel in the wall and it swung open revealing a hidden walkway and a room at the end. He'd had this room built into the bakery to be his private study. At the time of the building he and his wife were not married and thus he had never planned on it being anything but his secret study where he could get away from life. After they were married though he came to the conclusion that she might not like his private study so he told her that the room that was now Pinkie Pies room was nothing but a storage room of sorts and had nothing important in it. He had been using the room as his bed room before their marriage but had moved everything into the real storage room, which was now their bedroom, and put all the junk in this room to further support his lie. Ms. Cake sucked it up without any question and the two were married with her being none the wiser of what the room was really for. Then came the business' boom and so Mr. and Ms. Cake found themselves flooded everyday with order after order for their delicious cakes, pies, cookies, taffy and every other manner of sweet that they made. It was Ms. Cake who suggested hiring some help and they went through one helper after the other. One by one they would come, work for awhile, be overloaded and leave. But then Pinkie Pie came. Mr. Cake chuckled as he walked into the room that was at the end of the walkway hidden in Pinkie Pies closet. Pinkie Pie had been a miracle in every sense of the word. She had energy that was fueled by eating sweets and the natural energy of an atomic bomb! She could stay up all day and all night and be up early again the next day to do it all over again. On top of that not only did she somehow finish her orders and deliveries and chores but she also managed to find time to help her friends when they needed her and throw parties on the side. For a long time Mr. Cake watched her. He observed her movements and her actions and studied her patterns as he tried to figure out what made her tick. He came now to a large reclining chair in the room and sat down on it sighing heavily. He never did know when his urges towards Pinkie Pie started. He had actually never planned them as she was never his type. She was too bouncy and too bubbly and too loud and too energetic and too....HAPPY. She was always smiling and never seemed to have any problems in her life. She could handle enormous work loads that could break him, but not Pinkie. She could even carry and stack and pull more than he himself could and he was a Stallion. Mr. Cake looked around his secret study, he couldn't see much as the lights were off but he knew where everything was and he sighed again. Pinkie could best him at everything in the bakery, the very bakery HE created! No, He'd never know when it was that his view of her shifted to what it was now. But he knew once it had shifted there would be no going back. He knew this day would come and he had prepared for it. Getting up from his chair he trotted out of the room and down the walk way but instead of leaving out the walkway he pushed a panel that was on the wall and the door started to close. The wall on this side of the door was a little different from the wall on the opposite side. On this side were metal loops and a chain was attached to the wall with a lock and key. He looped the chain around the loops that were on the wall and door making sure they were tight so the door wouldn't open. He had designed the room to be sound and smell proof so that when he was in his study he would have total isolation from the outside world and the world would be completely unaware of him. After looping and chaining the door closed he locked it and tossed the key down. He knew he wouldn't be needing it again. He trotted back down the walkway and came to the room where he closed the door to it as well. It had a regular lock which he clicked into place. Now he was in total darkness but it was ok, he knew every inch of this room. Turning to one side he flicked his hoof through the air and it connected with the light switch and a soft glow filled the room. Mr. Cake looked around at his masterpieces which covered the wall of his study. They were pictures, all his work. Photographs he'd taken and framed and enjoyed sitting and staring at for hours a pond hours when he didn't have to be anywhere in particular. He went back to his chair now sitting on it looking around the room in perverted joy. All around the wall of his study were pictures of mares. All young and soft and alive. And all tied or chained in various demeaning and belittling poses. They were all crying in the pictures which Mr. Cake found beautiful. And almost all of them were under the legal age of consent, some having not even gotten their cutie marks. Mr. Cake couldn't help it when his member started to slide free of its sheath as he looked over his years and years of work. One little filly was chained to a wall with her back to the camera, Her tail had been tired up so her rear was exposed and tears fell from her eyes making them shine in the flash of his camera. In every shot Mr. Cake had made sure that his member was somewhere pointing towards the fillies and young mares so that the viewer knew just why they were crying. He himself was a very slim stallion when compared to other specimens like Big Mac and Shining Armor but what he lacked in physical size he made up for with his member which he knew was bigger than any of the stallions in town. In his younger days he was known as a Stallion Whore and if a mare wanted to be rutted he was the stallion to call...Secretly. He wasn't the best looker and no mare wanted him for a mate but they all wanted to have a taste of his sweet huge cock pop. So he gave them what they wanted, for a price, and made a living from it which was how he'd gotten the starter money for his bakery. He loved to bake and he saved the money he made selling his cock to desperate mares to make his dream bakery. He ran a hoof over his member watching as it grew and grew and grew. It was so long that if he stood up it would rub along the ground. It really was a ridiculous piece of appendage when he thought about it, after all the only thing it usually caused was pain. Yes all those mares lining up to be bucked and rutted by him always left in tears after he was through. He was a small stallion, yes. But he was a stallion none the less and when he was in the mood, not even the strongest mare was going to stop him once shed let him in. He stood up again and stretched, laughing to himself as his cocks tip lay on the floor oozing his precum already. He was going to make one more masterpiece before he died, and this one was going to be his greatest one yet. He walked over to the back of the room and over to a large chest that was locked with a heavy lock. On a small table next to the chest was a key. He grabbed it and unlocked the chest. There knocked out was a small filly who was sleeping because of a cupcake he'd laced with a sleeping potion. She was a beautiful white filly unicorn with soft purple and pink hair. Her name was Sweetie Bell and he'd always thought it was cute that her name was "Sweetie" as he was in the line of making sweeties. He ran a hoof over her blank flank enjoying the softness of her fur and the slight twitch her leg gave from him touching her. He closed the top back and went over to his staging area where he had set up his camera and some magical chains that drained the magic energy of whatever pony was wearing them. He'd had to go through a lot to get them and had to even share some of his art work with the pony he'd gotten them from before he'd trust him enough to sell. That pony had been into his type of art as well and wanted to make sure that the very small magical shackles he was selling were going to be used to produce more art for the community. Mr. Cake turned on more lights flooding the back area where the staging set was in light making it look like a movie set. Actually that wasn't that far off from what it actually was. He filmed his art as well as took pictures but he preferred to display the most beautiful photos of his art. He knew that when Pinkie Pie was finally able to speak again she would tell all that she had seen and they would try to tear the bakery down to find his secret study. But before that happened he was going to create one more masterpiece. He heard a thump from the case and smiled wide. "Excellent my last muse is awoke, my art is not at its best when they are asleep." He looked over his shoulders at pictures which were situated towards the very back of the room. These pictures were also of young mares and fillies but in them all the fillies and mares had closed eyes or eyes that were open in looks of unseeing horror. They were all dead pictures and after many tries Mr. Cake had mastered a recipe that would render his muses weak but alive for him to create art with. If they died while he was working on them it was ok but for his first shots he wanted them alive...Always. Because their eyes filled with living fear and terror were beautiful and the tears they cried as they begged were the icing on the cake. Another thump let him know that his latest and last muse was very much awake and wanting to get out. He grabbed up a magical chain and went over to the chest. He opened it and a small white form lay there looking up at him horrified. He smiled as he spoke to her softly in a false caring voice. "Well hello there Sweetie Bell. What ever could be the matter my dearest? Do you want to come out of that dark scary chest? Well come along then Ill take you out of the darkness into a world filled with light." Before Sweetie Bell could even think to move and run he had latched the neck shackle around her and had yanked her free of the chest. She fell to the floor with a hard thud and cried out in pain. Mr. Cake chuckled which made his cock slap on the floor and caused Sweetie to stare at it mortified. He looked down following her gaze and a look of mock surprise passed over his face. "Oh My!! Sweetie Bell would you look at that thing! I wonder why that's there. Oh wait I know why, Its a gift for you my Sweet Little Cherry Pie." Mr. Cake wiggled his hips which made the thick long member drag back and forth sickly on the floor. Sweetie Bell moved to get away from him and his sick member but the chain kept her from getting too far. Mr. Cake laughed, then with a hard tug dragged Sweetie Bell over to his little studio. "Come my pet, I don't have much time left for this world and Id like to make one last work of art before I die. You Sweetie are my last masterpiece. Aren't you honored. You'll get to do things no other pony has done before. Sadly I don't know if you'll survive it all. But even if you die I wont stop creating my art with you. So take heart in the fact that you'll be forever immortalized as a beautiful piece of art." Sweetie kicked and screamed trying to pull away from the demented stallion but Mr. Cake's dose of sleeping potion and the magic chain made it so she had no strength to fight past wiggling and screaming. Mr. Cake picked the squirming filly up and plopped her down on a small bed that was covered with white and light pink covers. It looked like a princess bed. Mr. Cake smiled sickly looking at his new little "Princess" and he leaned over her holding her face in his hooves as he whispered in her ear. "You are a beautiful little muse my little princess. I need you to inspire me to create beautiful art. You will help me create beautiful art wont you?" He licked her neck and she cried out in disgust. Tears ran down Sweetie Bells face as Mr. Cake locked her legs in magical shackles which made her feel even weaker than shed already felt. He ran his hoof over her fur again and she whimpered and tried to wiggle free of her bonds. He laughed and trotted over to the camera. He set the camera to follow movement and hit the record button. He watched as Sweetie Bell tried in vain to wiggle free but instead helped the camera focus on her perfectly. Mr. Cake smiled as he knew everything was ready. He trotted into the cameras view and it turned and started following him. He stopped in front of the bed for the moment hiding Sweetie Bell and spoke to the camera. "Hello my faithful viewers. I know that it is a bit early for me to be making a video like this but something has come up and I'm afraid I wont be around to make these anymore. So I wanted to create one more master piece for you all before I am gone. I hope you enjoy this one as its one I've been chomping at the bit to make but never had much of a chance, well until yesterday that is. I actually have two more master pieces to share with you that I have been working on editing. One is called Apple Pie the other is Flightless Angel. This, my final work of art, will be called Lovely Sweets. I think that is an appropriate name don't you Sweetie Bell?" Mr. Cake moved from standing in front of Sweetie Bell and held still as she wiggled and moved and the camera focused on her. He smiled as he stepped away coming back with a photography camera. "Now viewers we will follow the customary taking a photo of the muse in all her glory. I think that this angle will be best for this little filly. After wards I will start creating art. Here We Go!!" Mr. Cake turned towards Sweetie Bell and while holding the camera in his front hooves he rose up on his back hooves so his cock lifted up off the floor and stuck straight out like a pole over the tiny filly. Sweetie Bell screamed which only caused blood to pump faster into Mr. Cakes throbbing cock and made it jump wildly. He smiled loving the fear and apparent understanding in her eyes as she looked at his over sized member throbbing and bouncing over her. She must have had sex education class already despite not having a cutie mark. That was wonderful because she could now anticipate what would happen to her next. Unlike very young fillies who never see it coming nor understand what is happening there was always something delicious about a filly who was too young to have had sex but was old enough to know what it entailed on a basic level, at least to him. Mr. Cake positioned himself in a way so that his shadow fell over Sweetie Bell but her face remained in light and his cock was pointing menacingly over her in a line from her tiny cunt to her mouth. He was going to deflower every hole she had and his excitement came from him in the form of thick precum which shot out and landed on Sweetie Bells cheek. A flash snapped from the camera as the cum shot through the air. And the effect was a perfect capture of his seed flying from his cock aimed for Sweetie Bells face. Mr. Cake looked at the shot through his camera's screen and laughed. Turning to the video camera he spoke happily. "Its not everyday that I get a perfect shot on the first try but I've done it! This is a masterpiece shot and I hope you'll all enjoy it. I wont get the chance to edit and post this myself but Id like to thank my dear friend Mr. S for doing it all for me. He set up this room so that all my supplies will magically transfer to him in the event that I have any complications like the place burning down. So thanks again Mr. S. Now lets get started with the rest of the art." Mr. Cake turned again to Sweetie Bell this time intent on impaling her tiny holes with his monstrous member. I SMILE TO KEEP FROM CRYING... Now safely laid down in a hospital bed with side bars to keep her from rolling out Pinkie Pie slept from the drugs shed been given. Ms. Cake was allowed to stay by her side so long as she remained asleep or was calm while awake. Ms. Cake was sure all Pinkie needed was a good rest and shed be right as rain. Pinkie stirred in her sleep seeming to have a bad dream despite the drugs keeping her sedated. Her head turned this way and that and finally she muttered weakly. "No papa I don't want to eat it...Please don't make me eat it again...It tastes..." She didn't finish the statement as her eyes bolted open and she seemed for a moment to have forgotten how to breathe. Ms. Cake placed her hoof on Pinkies forehead and cooed to her softly. "Hush, hush my dear Pinkie Pie. I'm here, its me Ms. Cake. Everything is ok now. You had a weird moment but its over now. Its all ok." Pinkie looked at Ms. Cake confused for a moment then smiled. "Oh hello there, you are very pretty. What's your name? I'm Diane Pie!" Pinkie said brightly her bad dream seeming to have faded, but Ms. Cake was very much concerned that Pinkie didn't seem to recognize her and seemed to be reverting to using her middle name when referring to herself. "Its ok, its probably just an effect of the medication." Ms. Cake thought to herself before she smiled at Pinkie even as she pressed the nurses call button. A soft mare voice came over the speaker. "Hello, How can I help you?" Came the soft voice from the other end. "Yes, hello? This is Ms. Cake in room 210 with Pinkie Pie. She has woken up but there seems to be a problem. Could you send a doctor in right away please, Thank You." Ms. Cake waited for a reply back but instead of an answer on the wall intercom her answer came in the form of ponies flooding into the room with serious expressions on their faces. The leader of the group was Pinkie Pies doctor. Ms. Cake addressed him with a worried voice. "Oh hello Dr. Steelhart, I just wanted to let you know Pinkie Pie is awoke but she has no idea who I am and seems confused as to who she is. I was just wondering if that was normal?" Dr. Steelhart looked at Pinkie with steely grey eyes. Pinkie smiled obliviously at him. His brow furrowed as he continued to look at her while speaking in a firm no nonsense voice. "Pinkie Pie, my name is Dr. Steelhart. Do you..." He was going to ask her if she knew where she was but was cut off by her giggling and bubbly voice. "Hahahaha, Steelhart? Does that mean your a robot sense your heart is made of steel? Hehehe." Steelhart stared at her for a moment more then used his magic to levitate Pinkie Pies chart over. He read over the chart while also watching Pinkie Pie who had started playing with her tail exclaiming that it looked like cotton candy and she wondered if it tasted like it too. He then proceeded to write on the chart as Pinkie Pie proceeded to taste her tail. He stopped writing as Pinkie actually ripped a piece of her tail hair off and started chewing it. "And that's enough of that. Nurse if you would..." Was all Dr. Steelhart said and a Pegasus nurse flew over with a muzzle as Dr. Steelhart used his magic to pry Pinkies mouth open and removed the hair shed been eating. The nurse attached the muzzle to Pinkies face much to her shock and amazement. She tried to speak but found it was all but impossible to do. "I am sorry for the muzzle Pinkie Pie but if you are going to do things that are going to harm you I will not hesitate to restrain you." Pinkie Pie looked at him with sad, confused eyes but didn't try to speak or pull the muzzle off. Dr. Steelhart turned to Ms. Cake his face as serious and emotionless as it had been when he came in. "Ms. Cake, before you called us did Pinkie Pie say anything to you that seemed out of the ordinary? Did she do anything that you would consider odd for her to do?" Ms. Cake was about to shake her head but stopped herself. "Oh, well, she was having a bad dream. And was talking in her sleep. She said something like, "No Papa I don't want to eat it" and "Don't make me eat it" I am not sure if that is such a bad dream unless her father was making her eat vegetables. She doesn't really like them, especially cucumbers. And she used her middle name to introduce herself after she asked me who I was but other than that she was just sleeping." Dr. Steelhart scribbled something down in the notes on Pinkies chart. "I see, and do you know where her father is? Maybe we can contact him and see if she has had episodes like this in the past." Ms. Cake shook her head. "No, I'm sorry but I don't know where her family is. I know she has a father and mother and sisters but I don't know where they live past she says they live on a rock farm. I'm not sure of where any rock farms are around here and when I ask her about it more she acts like she doesn't want to talk about them. From what I understand her father was very strict and her family didn't approve of her, life choice to get into baking sweets. I think she has been shunned by them." Ms. Cake sighed thinking of how silly it is to stop caring about your foal because they want to bake sweets. The familiar pang of sadness at never having been able to become a mother herself hit her and she shook it off reminding herself that she had to stay positive for Pinkie Pie. Dr. Steelhart's pen went to work scribbling more stuff down in the chart. Pinkie looked at the goings on before her with apprehension. This wasn't lost to Dr. Steelhart and he wondered what she was hiding from Ms. Cake. He spoke again looking more at Pinkie than Ms. Cake to see her reaction. "I think Ms. Cake I will get someone to find her father and mother and let them know she is here and...." His words were cut off as a scream left Pinkie Pie that shook his very being. It wasn't a scream like someone having a fit, it was a scream of pure terror. Dr. Steelhart was positive that it was a scream that echoed one word and despite being muffled by the muzzle the force Pinkie had screamed it left no doubt to anyone else present what that one word was. "NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ms. Cake moved to comfort Pinkie who was shaking her head back and forth violently, while repeatedly screaming. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!!" Over and over and over again. Dr. Steelhart wrote on her chart before he spoke again making his voice less hard which was an amazing feat indeed for him. "Pinkie Pie, I want you to calm down and listen to me." Pinkie stopped screaming but she wouldn't calm down so Dr. Steelhart continued. "Ok Pinkie Pie, Its ok. Calm down now...It seems you don't want to see your family, am I correct." Pinkie Pie nodded adamantly. "Alright, now...Pinkie Pie, do you want to tell my Why you don't want to see your family?" Pinkie Pie shook her head even more adamantly and Dr. Steelhart furrowed his brow. "Ok, you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to but you know Pinkie Pie that whatever is wrong with you wont get better till you talk about it. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong. I wont push you anymore tonight but I want you to think about what you want out of your time here. We are here to help make you better so you can live a normal life. Whatever is causing your breakdown you need to resolve it or you will only get worst." Dr. Steelhart placed the chart back in its holder. "Now, given all the trauma you just went through I would like to take that muzzle off of you so you can have some cold water. Will you behave and not eat your tail hair again so I can take it off?" Pinkie Pie nodded vigorously and Dr. Steelhart used his magic to take the muzzle off her. "Oh Thank You, Thank You, THANK YOU for not getting Papa!! I promise Ill be a good filly! Ill be a very good filly!!" Pinkie Pie said in a high pitched almost foal-like voice and Dr. Steelhart raised an eyebrow at her as a nurse handed her a cup of water. "Pinkie Pie?" He said to her tilting his head as he looked at her curiously. "Yes Dr. Robot?" Pinkie said in her foalish voice having swallowed down a few gulps of water. "How old are you Pinkie Pie, I'm 32." Dr. Steelhart said in a calm inquisitive manner. "Wowie Your a Oldie, I just turned 7!!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed proudly smiling wide and bright despite spilling some of her water on herself and was completely oblivious to the confused looks she was getting from almost every pony in the room; except Ms. Cake who looked mortified and ready to faint, and Dr. Steelhart who seemed to now know what was going on. "I see, well 7 is a very big age to be. Thank You for talking to me Pinkie Pie." He watched Pinkie closely as her face scrunched up even as she was smiling at him and trying to wipe off water with her sheet. "Oh Your Welcome Dr. Robot, But I have a question...Why do you keep calling me Pinkie Pie? My name is Diane!! I am happy to meet you though!! Hehehehehe!!" Dr. Steelhart picked up Pinkie Pies chart again and turned to leave the room with it scribbling fiercely as he went. Ms. Cake quickly followed after him after promising Pinkie Pie shed be right back. "DOCTOR!! DOCTOR!! Please tell me what is wrong with Pinkie Pie!? Why is she saying these things?! Did she really hit her head that hard that she doesn't know who she is? Doctor?" Dr. Steelhart turned and looked at Ms. Cake gravely. "Ms. Cake, whatever is bothering your apprentice I am quite certain now that it goes far into her past. We are going to need her family if we are going to get any conclusive answers. For now though I can tell you why I think she is acting this way." Ms. Cake looked at him apprehensively. "You....You can?? Then...What do you think is it? What's wrong with her?" She waited with held breath as Dr. Steelhart sighed then spoke in a serious tone. "From her symptoms I can tell you what I think is happening based on the most logical explanation. I believe Pinkie Pie is suffering from split personality disorder brought on by some manner of traumatic foalhood event. That is why I am going to find her parents and talk to them. They may know why she is acting this way. When she first came to Ponyville she had some problems but they went away, Yes?" Ms. Cake nodded listening intently. "But now for her to be acting this way, something had to have triggered her episode. Something has set her off and she has reverted back into a little 7 year old filly and what we will have to do is find out why so we can hopefully reverse it." Ms. Cake just stared at Dr. Steelhart trying to absorb what he was saying. "So what you are saying....Is that Pinkie Pie thinks she's a little foal right now because of trauma she suffered as a foal?" Ms. Cake looked at him staring hard into his face looking for any more answers that might help explain things to her. "Yes in simple terms Ms. Cake, for right now your apprentice Pinkie Pie is Diane Pie and she is 7 years old and something about her family terrifies her. I need to call some more team mates and discuss this further with them. Try to just keep Pinkie Pie calm and don't do anything that might upset her or I will have to have you removed from her room." Dr. Steelhart trotted away quickly heading to his office where he would call in some more experts to help him with Pinkie Pies case. Ms. Cake stood there a moment more watching him trot away then turned and trotted in the opposite direction headed back towards Pinkie's room. She went into the room and found Pinkie Pie sleeping again. She trotted over and lay her hoof on Pinkies forehead ribbing it gently in the hopes that it would help her have peaceful dreams. "Oh Pinkie dear, what could have happened to you that could cause all this?" Pinkie Pie moved in her sleep, then started talking and Ms. Cake listened intently to what she was saying. The more Pinkie talked, the more Ms. Cake realized in her heart why Pinkie didn't want to be around her family and those thoughts would plague her dreams for years to come. "Please Papa, it hurts when you put that there. Please Papa...Don't do it any harder. No Papa, I don't like it...Papa...Please Papa, DON'T!! PAPA!! STOP!! NO!! PLEASE!! NO!!!" Ms. Cake never knew what hit her before the world went dark but what she did know was the look of sheer terror on Pinkie Pie's face as she woke from another horrible dream involving her father. Alarms blared as Pinkie Pies room was thrown into chaos. She had woken up to Ms. Cake rubbing her head and in her half sleep state she panicked thinking it was her father trying to hold her head down and struck out with all the strength she had kicking Ms. Cake in the jaw, which caused it to break and become dislocated. Nurses restrained Pinkie in a full body suit and muzzle then gave her an even higher dose of drugs to sedate her. And as Ms. Cake was rushed from the room into emergency surgery to fix her broken and dislocated jaw, her husband was dislocating the tiny hips of a little filly who had long sense screamed her last breaths away.
IT'S ALL JUST A DREAM... Pinkie Pie twisted in her bed rolling about her sheets as her mind was filled with inner turmoil. She was running away from a dark male figure who's face she couldn't see but she knew instinctively that if he caught her she was going to be hurt in a terrible way. But as she ran it seemed that she couldn't get any further away from him. In fact, he seemed to be getting closer and closer to her. She could feel his breath on her flank now and she knew that if she didn't move it he would grab her. "No....No.....Please NO......NOOOO.......NOOOOOOO!!!!!" Pinkie Pie screamed in her dreams and then..... A crash sounded from Pinkie Pies room and Ms. Cake popped out of bed. "Oh dear, What is that silly filly doing now." She said to herself softly. She looked over at her husband and smiled as he continued to sleep soundly. Ms. Cake slid out of the bed quietly, trotted out the bedroom door and trotted down the hall to Pinkie Pies room. She knocked softly on the door before speaking in a gentle voice. "Pinkie Dear? Are you ok? Did you fall out of bed again?" Pinkie Pie was sitting on her bed trying to catch her breath. Ms. Cake slowly opened the door wondering why she hadn't spoken up yet. Pinkie usually had a fast reply and would almost always bound to the door and swing it open with a huge grin plastered to her face and a happy giggle that let Ms. Cake know she was truly ok. "Pinkie Dear? Did you hit your head this time?" Ms. Cake asked softly poking her head into the room now noticing the large Pinkie shaped lump that was sitting up on the bed. Still Pinkie didn't respond and Ms. Cake began to worry that her dear apprentice had indeed hit her head very hard and must be suffering from memory loss. She reached out a hoof and turned on the lights showering the silent pink mare in a florescent glow. Ms. Cake opened the door all the way now and walked quietly over to Pinkie Pie. "Pinkie dear, Its me Ms. Cake. Do you understand what I am saying? Do you know who I am?" Ms. Cake asked her questions with a twing of dread in her heart but when Pinkie Pie turned towards her she was suddenly filled with fear and confusion. Tears ran down Pinkies face like two tiny rivers that shimmered in the glow of the florescent light. Her bright blue eyes looked like large pools of water that were over flowing uncontrollably like a dam had broken. And yet, despite her obvious sorrow on Pinkie Pie's mouth was a smile just as wide and bright as Ms. Cake had ever seen her make. Ms. Cake nearly jumped out of her skin when Pinkie spoke her voice completely bubbly and happy as it always was despite her tear stained cheeks showing all the evidence that something was very wrong. "Oh hello Ms. Cake!! I was just having a bed dream. A very wary ugly wugly baddie waddie dream. But I'm awoke now and the dream has gone Bye Bye! How are you tonight? Did I wake you? I'm soooo sorry! I didn't mean to wake any pony with my bad dreams." Pinkie Pie hung her head in shame but Ms. Cake could have cared less about having been woken up. Something was very wrong with her beloved apprentice and she wasn't sure if it was something that she could fix. Through Pinkie's entire speech her eyes continued to shed tears at an alarming rate. Ms. Cake spoke in as gentle a voice as she could not wanting to upset Pinkie further. "Its okay Pinkie dear, I usually end up waking around this time anyway because I have to use the bathroom. But that's not important. What is important dear is, well....Why are you crying? What was your dream about or did you hurt yourself falling out of bed?" Ms. Cake sat on the bed next to Pinkie who looked at her confused even as tears kept pouring from her eyes. "Crying??Me?? I'm not crying Ms. Cake...Are you sure your all the way awoke because I think your still half way in a dream world! Hehehehe!" Pinkie giggled her usual giggle and Ms. Cakes eyes widened. She was looking right at Pinkie Pie, and she was clearly crying. But it seemed that she didn't even know it. "Pinkie Pie, sweetie....You ARE crying." Ms. Cake said in a firm but soft voice. Pinkie looked at her confused. "Pinkie take your hooves and feel your face. You ARE crying dear and I'd like to know why so I can help you." Pinkie did as she was told and gasped in shock. Her face was wet with tears but even more she could feel the fresh new tears running from her eyes down her cheek and over her hooves. "OH MY GOODNESS!! Ms. Cake I Am crying!! But why!? And why cant I seem to stop?" Pinkie Pies face took on a look of terror as she started to wipe at her eyes only to have them fill again with more tears that were seemingly never ending. "You mean you didn't notice it before Pinkie?" Ms. Cake asked with concern etching into her voice. "NO....I had no idea till I felt it with my own hooves. Ms. Cake what is wrong with me!?" Pinkie asked with a mix of fear and confusion. Ms. Cake sighed as she reached for the phone that was right by Pinkies night stand, then dialed 911. A dispatcher stallion answered in a warm chipper voice. "Hello, you have reached the 911 emergency, What is your emergency?" He asked quickly. "Hello, This is Ms. Cake and I think I will need an ambulance for my apprentice Pinkie Pie. She had a bad dream, fell out of bed and is now crying uncontrollably." The dispatcher was silent for a moment then replied in the same chipper soft voice he'd used when he answered. "Ok so she fell out of bed and hit her head and is in serious pain?" He was about to start typing that in when Ms. Cake interrupted. "No that's not it. She fell out of bed, Got back into bed and now she is crying uncontrollably....I literally mean uncontrollably. She can not get the tears to stop even after rubbing her eyes. I think something is very wrong. Please send help right away." There was another pause and the dispatcher answered. "OoooKay, So she is suffering some kind of neurological emergency. Ill get someone out there as soon as possible. Tell her to sit in a comfortable position and if her condition changes in anyway please call us back right away." Ms. Cake thanked him and the phone went dead. "Alright Pinkie Pie, don't you worry the paramedics will be here soon to help you and take you to the doctors." Ms. Cake placed a hoof gently on Pinkies back. She looked at her with loving tender eyes then gasped as Pinkies face took on a look of utter horror and a ear splitting scream erupted from the pink mare. Ms. Cake jumped then started to try to comfort her hyper distressed apprentice. Little did she know that the reason for Pinkies sudden transformation was standing in the door way. Standing there was her husband. And little did she know of the terrible things he had been doing to the pink mare that she loved as if she was her own child. But soon, every pony would know. Every pony would know of the darkness behind Pinkie Pie's smile. And every pony would know just how bitter some ingredients in sweet things can be.
DIAGNOSIS...UNKNOWN... As flashing lights brightened the front of the Cakes bakery, inside Pinkie Pies screams gave the peaceful place a feel of being something out of a horror movie. It didn't seem to matter what Ms. Cake did or how softly the paramedics talked to her to try to calm her she was inconsolable and simply screamed more with every attempt they made to console her. Finally seeing no other option a paramedic stallion gave her a shot of tranquilizer and Pinkie drifted into a fitful drug induced sleep. Now that the house was quiet he began drilling Ms. Cake with all manner of questions to which the plump blue mare gave the best answers she could. But when it came to the questions of why was Pinkie acting this way and did she have any mental problems and was she on drugs Ms. Cake found that she couldn't answer them for certain. She knew Pinkie would never use drugs but then again she did consume a large amount of sweets, especially chocolate, every single day. She knew Pinkie wasn't crazy but she had as of late been having horrible dreams that seemed to have her falling out of bed every night. Then again her falling out of bed wasn't something odd, Pinkie was always falling out of her bed and waking up laughing it off. But lately Ms. Cake noticed that shed be screaming before she woke up and it seemed shed be screaming the same thing every time. "Well I don't know for sure, but I think there is something going on inside her head. Lately she's been having very horrible dreams that make her roll and toss and fall from her bed almost every night. And she always screams "No Please No" right before she falls out of bed and wakes up. But tonight....Tonight was very different." The paramedic stallion listened intently before replying. "I see and do you have any idea of what could be causing these nightmares?" Ms. Cake shook her head vigorously. "No, I don't have the slightest idea. All I do know is that when she came here she had bad dreams for awhile but then they faded away. It's been years sense she's had a bad dream. Most of her dreams involve her and her friends having parties and being happy, well from what she's told me. But she wont tell me anything about her nightmares no matter how many times I ask her." The paramedic stallion nodded and looked at Ms. Cake gravely. "Well Ms. Cake from what I can tell given the current information, I think that your apprentice Pinkie Pie is suffering through a mental break down. But don't worry, these things can be fixed quickly if the cause for it is discovered soon enough and consoling is administered. We will be taking her to the hospital but I'm sure that if you try to come and see her you will be turned away. They will probably be putting her into the mental ward and for the first day or so she wont be allowed to have any visitors until they are certain she isn't a threat to herself or any pony else." Ms. Cake nodded only half taking in what the stallion was saying. "Oh...Ok...So should I just wait here and call the hospital or do you think maybe they will let me wait there with her. I wanted to ride with her to the hospital." Tears welled up in the plump blue mares eyes. "Its just....That I don't have any fillies or colts of my own and Pinkie came into our lives at a time when I thought I would never be able to have a family. She is, as far as I am concerned, My Daughter. I just want to be there with her while she's going through....Whatever this is. I just want to know she's ok and safe. I just want my happy Pinkie Pie back." Tears ran like rivers from Ms. Cakes eyes as she looked at the paramedic stallion pleadingly. He had been doing this job for a long time and he knew that Pinkie Pie would probably be ok after shed had some space away from whatever was stressing her. His years of experience told him that there was something going on in the bakery that was bothering her and he wondered if it was because of the blue mare crying before him. He looked deeply into the tear filled eyes and came to the conclusion that she couldn't be the cause of Pinkies distress and maybe having her there might pull Pinkie out of her mental break. "Hmmm....OK....Ill let you go. We only normally allow family members to ride with patients but it seems like you might have a mental break if you don't come and Id hate to be the cause of two mares ending up in a mental ward. But only you can come because we don't have that much room in the ambulance, Ok?" Ms. Cake squealed a high pitched yes and took off out the door heading straight after the paramedics who had taken Pinkie pie out of the room. The paramedic stallion shook his head and trotted after her but stopped as he had finally noticed Mr. Cake who was wearing a look of utter rage mixed with, something the stallion couldn't quite put his hoof on. "Ah, you must be Mr. Cake?" Mr. Cake nodded but didn't answer. "Maybe he's just really upset that all this is happening to his apprentice." The paramedic stallion thought to himself, but something inside him said that this wasn't the case at all. "I can tell your worried about Pinkie Pie too, Don't be. She's in the best hooves and whatever is wrong will be found out and hopefully fixed. Shell be back home before you know it." The paramedic stallion thought these words might make Mr. Cake look less stressed but they seemed to have had the opposite effect as his face seemed to grow more lines and creases at the words. The paramedic stallion didn't have time to contemplate why that would be as he got a call on his radio that the ambulance was ready to go. He ran out of the bakery and headed into the front of the ambulance. He and another stallion lit their horns and magic covered the ambulance making it float in the air. A siren blazed as they made the ambulance fly forward carrying every pony inside to the hospital much faster than would have happened had Pegasi been flying it.
I AM AN ARTIST... Inside the bakery Mr. Cake looked out the window watching the ambulance go. He sighed heavily and trotted to Pinkie Pies closet. He pushed on a panel in the wall and it swung open revealing a hidden walkway and a room at the end. He'd had this room built into the bakery to be his private study. At the time of the building he and his wife were not married and thus he had never planned on it being anything but his secret study where he could get away from life. After they were married though he came to the conclusion that she might not like his private study so he told her that the room that was now Pinkie Pies room was nothing but a storage room of sorts and had nothing important in it. He had been using the room as his bed room before their marriage but had moved everything into the real storage room, which was now their bedroom, and put all the junk in this room to further support his lie. Ms. Cake sucked it up without any question and the two were married with her being none the wiser of what the room was really for. Then came the business' boom and so Mr. and Ms. Cake found themselves flooded everyday with order after order for their delicious cakes, pies, cookies, taffy and every other manner of sweet that they made. It was Ms. Cake who suggested hiring some help and they went through one helper after the other. One by one they would come, work for awhile, be overloaded and leave. But then Pinkie Pie came. Mr. Cake chuckled as he walked into the room that was at the end of the walkway hidden in Pinkie Pies closet. Pinkie Pie had been a miracle in every sense of the word. She had energy that was fueled by eating sweets and the natural energy of an atomic bomb! She could stay up all day and all night and be up early again the next day to do it all over again. On top of that not only did she somehow finish her orders and deliveries and chores but she also managed to find time to help her friends when they needed her and throw parties on the side. For a long time Mr. Cake watched her. He observed her movements and her actions and studied her patterns as he tried to figure out what made her tick. He came now to a large reclining chair in the room and sat down on it sighing heavily. He never did know when his urges towards Pinkie Pie started. He had actually never planned them as she was never his type. She was too bouncy and too bubbly and too loud and too energetic and too....HAPPY. She was always smiling and never seemed to have any problems in her life. She could handle enormous work loads that could break him, but not Pinkie. She could even carry and stack and pull more than he himself could and he was a Stallion. Mr. Cake looked around his secret study, he couldn't see much as the lights were off but he knew where everything was and he sighed again. Pinkie could best him at everything in the bakery, the very bakery HE created! No, He'd never know when it was that his view of her shifted to what it was now. But he knew once it had shifted there would be no going back. He knew this day would come and he had prepared for it. Getting up from his chair he trotted out of the room and down the walk way but instead of leaving out the walkway he pushed a panel that was on the wall and the door started to close. The wall on this side of the door was a little different from the wall on the opposite side. On this side were metal loops and a chain was attached to the wall with a lock and key. He looped the chain around the loops that were on the wall and door making sure they were tight so the door wouldn't open. He had designed the room to be sound and smell proof so that when he was in his study he would have total isolation from the outside world and the world would be completely unaware of him. After looping and chaining the door closed he locked it and tossed the key down. He knew he wouldn't be needing it again. He trotted back down the walkway and came to the room where he closed the door to it as well. It had a regular lock which he clicked into place. Now he was in total darkness but it was ok, he knew every inch of this room. Turning to one side he flicked his hoof through the air and it connected with the light switch and a soft glow filled the room. Mr. Cake looked around at his masterpieces which covered the wall of his study. They were pictures, all his work. Photographs he'd taken and framed and enjoyed sitting and staring at for hours a pond hours when he didn't have to be anywhere in particular. He went back to his chair now sitting on it looking around the room in perverted joy. All around the wall of his study were pictures of mares. All young and soft and alive. And all tied or chained in various demeaning and belittling poses. They were all crying in the pictures which Mr. Cake found beautiful. And almost all of them were under the legal age of consent, some having not even gotten their cutie marks. Mr. Cake couldn't help it when his member started to slide free of its sheath as he looked over his years and years of work. One little filly was chained to a wall with her back to the camera, Her tail had been tired up so her rear was exposed and tears fell from her eyes making them shine in the flash of his camera. In every shot Mr. Cake had made sure that his member was somewhere pointing towards the fillies and young mares so that the viewer knew just why they were crying. He himself was a very slim stallion when compared to other specimens like Big Mac and Shining Armor but what he lacked in physical size he made up for with his member which he knew was bigger than any of the stallions in town. In his younger days he was known as a Stallion Whore and if a mare wanted to be rutted he was the stallion to call...Secretly. He wasn't the best looker and no mare wanted him for a mate but they all wanted to have a taste of his sweet huge cock pop. So he gave them what they wanted, for a price, and made a living from it which was how he'd gotten the starter money for his bakery. He loved to bake and he saved the money he made selling his cock to desperate mares to make his dream bakery. He ran a hoof over his member watching as it grew and grew and grew. It was so long that if he stood up it would rub along the ground. It really was a ridiculous piece of appendage when he thought about it, after all the only thing it usually caused was pain. Yes all those mares lining up to be bucked and rutted by him always left in tears after he was through. He was a small stallion, yes. But he was a stallion none the less and when he was in the mood, not even the strongest mare was going to stop him once shed let him in. He stood up again and stretched, laughing to himself as his cocks tip lay on the floor oozing his precum already. He was going to make one more masterpiece before he died, and this one was going to be his greatest one yet. He walked over to the back of the room and over to a large chest that was locked with a heavy lock. On a small table next to the chest was a key. He grabbed it and unlocked the chest. There knocked out was a small filly who was sleeping because of a cupcake he'd laced with a sleeping potion. She was a beautiful white filly unicorn with soft purple and pink hair. Her name was Sweetie Bell and he'd always thought it was cute that her name was "Sweetie" as he was in the line of making sweeties. He ran a hoof over her blank flank enjoying the softness of her fur and the slight twitch her leg gave from him touching her. He closed the top back and went over to his staging area where he had set up his camera and some magical chains that drained the magic energy of whatever pony was wearing them. He'd had to go through a lot to get them and had to even share some of his art work with the pony he'd gotten them from before he'd trust him enough to sell. That pony had been into his type of art as well and wanted to make sure that the very small magical shackles he was selling were going to be used to produce more art for the community. Mr. Cake turned on more lights flooding the back area where the staging set was in light making it look like a movie set. Actually that wasn't that far off from what it actually was. He filmed his art as well as took pictures but he preferred to display the most beautiful photos of his art. He knew that when Pinkie Pie was finally able to speak again she would tell all that she had seen and they would try to tear the bakery down to find his secret study. But before that happened he was going to create one more masterpiece. He heard a thump from the case and smiled wide. "Excellent my last muse is awoke, my art is not at its best when they are asleep." He looked over his shoulders at pictures which were situated towards the very back of the room. These pictures were also of young mares and fillies but in them all the fillies and mares had closed eyes or eyes that were open in looks of unseeing horror. They were all dead pictures and after many tries Mr. Cake had mastered a recipe that would render his muses weak but alive for him to create art with. If they died while he was working on them it was ok but for his first shots he wanted them alive...Always. Because their eyes filled with living fear and terror were beautiful and the tears they cried as they begged were the icing on the cake. Another thump let him know that his latest and last muse was very much awake and wanting to get out. He grabbed up a magical chain and went over to the chest. He opened it and a small white form lay there looking up at him horrified. He smiled as he spoke to her softly in a false caring voice. "Well hello there Sweetie Bell. What ever could be the matter my dearest? Do you want to come out of that dark scary chest? Well come along then Ill take you out of the darkness into a world filled with light." Before Sweetie Bell could even think to move and run he had latched the neck shackle around her and had yanked her free of the chest. She fell to the floor with a hard thud and cried out in pain. Mr. Cake chuckled which made his cock slap on the floor and caused Sweetie to stare at it mortified. He looked down following her gaze and a look of mock surprise passed over his face. "Oh My!! Sweetie Bell would you look at that thing! I wonder why that's there. Oh wait I know why, Its a gift for you my Sweet Little Cherry Pie." Mr. Cake wiggled his hips which made the thick long member drag back and forth sickly on the floor. Sweetie Bell moved to get away from him and his sick member but the chain kept her from getting too far. Mr. Cake laughed, then with a hard tug dragged Sweetie Bell over to his little studio. "Come my pet, I don't have much time left for this world and Id like to make one last work of art before I die. You Sweetie are my last masterpiece. Aren't you honored. You'll get to do things no other pony has done before. Sadly I don't know if you'll survive it all. But even if you die I wont stop creating my art with you. So take heart in the fact that you'll be forever immortalized as a beautiful piece of art." Sweetie kicked and screamed trying to pull away from the demented stallion but Mr. Cake's dose of sleeping potion and the magic chain made it so she had no strength to fight past wiggling and screaming. Mr. Cake picked the squirming filly up and plopped her down on a small bed that was covered with white and light pink covers. It looked like a princess bed. Mr. Cake smiled sickly looking at his new little "Princess" and he leaned over her holding her face in his hooves as he whispered in her ear. "You are a beautiful little muse my little princess. I need you to inspire me to create beautiful art. You will help me create beautiful art wont you?" He licked her neck and she cried out in disgust. Tears ran down Sweetie Bells face as Mr. Cake locked her legs in magical shackles which made her feel even weaker than shed already felt. He ran his hoof over her fur again and she whimpered and tried to wiggle free of her bonds. He laughed and trotted over to the camera. He set the camera to follow movement and hit the record button. He watched as Sweetie Bell tried in vain to wiggle free but instead helped the camera focus on her perfectly. Mr. Cake smiled as he knew everything was ready. He trotted into the cameras view and it turned and started following him. He stopped in front of the bed for the moment hiding Sweetie Bell and spoke to the camera. "Hello my faithful viewers. I know that it is a bit early for me to be making a video like this but something has come up and I'm afraid I wont be around to make these anymore. So I wanted to create one more master piece for you all before I am gone. I hope you enjoy this one as its one I've been chomping at the bit to make but never had much of a chance, well until yesterday that is. I actually have two more master pieces to share with you that I have been working on editing. One is called Apple Pie the other is Flightless Angel. This, my final work of art, will be called Lovely Sweets. I think that is an appropriate name don't you Sweetie Bell?" Mr. Cake moved from standing in front of Sweetie Bell and held still as she wiggled and moved and the camera focused on her. He smiled as he stepped away coming back with a photography camera. "Now viewers we will follow the customary taking a photo of the muse in all her glory. I think that this angle will be best for this little filly. After wards I will start creating art. Here We Go!!" Mr. Cake turned towards Sweetie Bell and while holding the camera in his front hooves he rose up on his back hooves so his cock lifted up off the floor and stuck straight out like a pole over the tiny filly. Sweetie Bell screamed which only caused blood to pump faster into Mr. Cakes throbbing cock and made it jump wildly. He smiled loving the fear and apparent understanding in her eyes as she looked at his over sized member throbbing and bouncing over her. She must have had sex education class already despite not having a cutie mark. That was wonderful because she could now anticipate what would happen to her next. Unlike very young fillies who never see it coming nor understand what is happening there was always something delicious about a filly who was too young to have had sex but was old enough to know what it entailed on a basic level, at least to him. Mr. Cake positioned himself in a way so that his shadow fell over Sweetie Bell but her face remained in light and his cock was pointing menacingly over her in a line from her tiny cunt to her mouth. He was going to deflower every hole she had and his excitement came from him in the form of thick precum which shot out and landed on Sweetie Bells cheek. A flash snapped from the camera as the cum shot through the air. And the effect was a perfect capture of his seed flying from his cock aimed for Sweetie Bells face. Mr. Cake looked at the shot through his camera's screen and laughed. Turning to the video camera he spoke happily. "Its not everyday that I get a perfect shot on the first try but I've done it! This is a masterpiece shot and I hope you'll all enjoy it. I wont get the chance to edit and post this myself but Id like to thank my dear friend Mr. S for doing it all for me. He set up this room so that all my supplies will magically transfer to him in the event that I have any complications like the place burning down. So thanks again Mr. S. Now lets get started with the rest of the art." Mr. Cake turned again to Sweetie Bell this time intent on impaling her tiny holes with his monstrous member.
I SMILE TO KEEP FROM CRYING... Now safely laid down in a hospital bed with side bars to keep her from rolling out Pinkie Pie slept from the drugs shed been given. Ms. Cake was allowed to stay by her side so long as she remained asleep or was calm while awake. Ms. Cake was sure all Pinkie needed was a good rest and shed be right as rain. Pinkie stirred in her sleep seeming to have a bad dream despite the drugs keeping her sedated. Her head turned this way and that and finally she muttered weakly. "No papa I don't want to eat it...Please don't make me eat it again...It tastes..." She didn't finish the statement as her eyes bolted open and she seemed for a moment to have forgotten how to breathe. Ms. Cake placed her hoof on Pinkies forehead and cooed to her softly. "Hush, hush my dear Pinkie Pie. I'm here, its me Ms. Cake. Everything is ok now. You had a weird moment but its over now. Its all ok." Pinkie looked at Ms. Cake confused for a moment then smiled. "Oh hello there, you are very pretty. What's your name? I'm Diane Pie!" Pinkie said brightly her bad dream seeming to have faded, but Ms. Cake was very much concerned that Pinkie didn't seem to recognize her and seemed to be reverting to using her middle name when referring to herself. "Its ok, its probably just an effect of the medication." Ms. Cake thought to herself before she smiled at Pinkie even as she pressed the nurses call button. A soft mare voice came over the speaker. "Hello, How can I help you?" Came the soft voice from the other end. "Yes, hello? This is Ms. Cake in room 210 with Pinkie Pie. She has woken up but there seems to be a problem. Could you send a doctor in right away please, Thank You." Ms. Cake waited for a reply back but instead of an answer on the wall intercom her answer came in the form of ponies flooding into the room with serious expressions on their faces. The leader of the group was Pinkie Pies doctor. Ms. Cake addressed him with a worried voice. "Oh hello Dr. Steelhart, I just wanted to let you know Pinkie Pie is awoke but she has no idea who I am and seems confused as to who she is. I was just wondering if that was normal?" Dr. Steelhart looked at Pinkie with steely grey eyes. Pinkie smiled obliviously at him. His brow furrowed as he continued to look at her while speaking in a firm no nonsense voice. "Pinkie Pie, my name is Dr. Steelhart. Do you..." He was going to ask her if she knew where she was but was cut off by her giggling and bubbly voice. "Hahahaha, Steelhart? Does that mean your a robot sense your heart is made of steel? Hehehe." Steelhart stared at her for a moment more then used his magic to levitate Pinkie Pies chart over. He read over the chart while also watching Pinkie Pie who had started playing with her tail exclaiming that it looked like cotton candy and she wondered if it tasted like it too. He then proceeded to write on the chart as Pinkie Pie proceeded to taste her tail. He stopped writing as Pinkie actually ripped a piece of her tail hair off and started chewing it. "And that's enough of that. Nurse if you would..." Was all Dr. Steelhart said and a Pegasus nurse flew over with a muzzle as Dr. Steelhart used his magic to pry Pinkies mouth open and removed the hair shed been eating. The nurse attached the muzzle to Pinkies face much to her shock and amazement. She tried to speak but found it was all but impossible to do. "I am sorry for the muzzle Pinkie Pie but if you are going to do things that are going to harm you I will not hesitate to restrain you." Pinkie Pie looked at him with sad, confused eyes but didn't try to speak or pull the muzzle off. Dr. Steelhart turned to Ms. Cake his face as serious and emotionless as it had been when he came in. "Ms. Cake, before you called us did Pinkie Pie say anything to you that seemed out of the ordinary? Did she do anything that you would consider odd for her to do?" Ms. Cake was about to shake her head but stopped herself. "Oh, well, she was having a bad dream. And was talking in her sleep. She said something like, "No Papa I don't want to eat it" and "Don't make me eat it" I am not sure if that is such a bad dream unless her father was making her eat vegetables. She doesn't really like them, especially cucumbers. And she used her middle name to introduce herself after she asked me who I was but other than that she was just sleeping." Dr. Steelhart scribbled something down in the notes on Pinkies chart. "I see, and do you know where her father is? Maybe we can contact him and see if she has had episodes like this in the past." Ms. Cake shook her head. "No, I'm sorry but I don't know where her family is. I know she has a father and mother and sisters but I don't know where they live past she says they live on a rock farm. I'm not sure of where any rock farms are around here and when I ask her about it more she acts like she doesn't want to talk about them. From what I understand her father was very strict and her family didn't approve of her, life choice to get into baking sweets. I think she has been shunned by them." Ms. Cake sighed thinking of how silly it is to stop caring about your foal because they want to bake sweets. The familiar pang of sadness at never having been able to become a mother herself hit her and she shook it off reminding herself that she had to stay positive for Pinkie Pie. Dr. Steelhart's pen went to work scribbling more stuff down in the chart. Pinkie looked at the goings on before her with apprehension. This wasn't lost to Dr. Steelhart and he wondered what she was hiding from Ms. Cake. He spoke again looking more at Pinkie than Ms. Cake to see her reaction. "I think Ms. Cake I will get someone to find her father and mother and let them know she is here and...." His words were cut off as a scream left Pinkie Pie that shook his very being. It wasn't a scream like someone having a fit, it was a scream of pure terror. Dr. Steelhart was positive that it was a scream that echoed one word and despite being muffled by the muzzle the force Pinkie had screamed it left no doubt to anyone else present what that one word was. "NOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ms. Cake moved to comfort Pinkie who was shaking her head back and forth violently, while repeatedly screaming. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!!!!" Over and over and over again. Dr. Steelhart wrote on her chart before he spoke again making his voice less hard which was an amazing feat indeed for him. "Pinkie Pie, I want you to calm down and listen to me." Pinkie stopped screaming but she wouldn't calm down so Dr. Steelhart continued. "Ok Pinkie Pie, Its ok. Calm down now...It seems you don't want to see your family, am I correct." Pinkie Pie nodded adamantly. "Alright, now...Pinkie Pie, do you want to tell my Why you don't want to see your family?" Pinkie Pie shook her head even more adamantly and Dr. Steelhart furrowed his brow. "Ok, you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to but you know Pinkie Pie that whatever is wrong with you wont get better till you talk about it. I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong. I wont push you anymore tonight but I want you to think about what you want out of your time here. We are here to help make you better so you can live a normal life. Whatever is causing your breakdown you need to resolve it or you will only get worst." Dr. Steelhart placed the chart back in its holder. "Now, given all the trauma you just went through I would like to take that muzzle off of you so you can have some cold water. Will you behave and not eat your tail hair again so I can take it off?" Pinkie Pie nodded vigorously and Dr. Steelhart used his magic to take the muzzle off her. "Oh Thank You, Thank You, THANK YOU for not getting Papa!! I promise Ill be a good filly! Ill be a very good filly!!" Pinkie Pie said in a high pitched almost foal-like voice and Dr. Steelhart raised an eyebrow at her as a nurse handed her a cup of water. "Pinkie Pie?" He said to her tilting his head as he looked at her curiously. "Yes Dr. Robot?" Pinkie said in her foalish voice having swallowed down a few gulps of water. "How old are you Pinkie Pie, I'm 32." Dr. Steelhart said in a calm inquisitive manner. "Wowie Your a Oldie, I just turned 7!!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed proudly smiling wide and bright despite spilling some of her water on herself and was completely oblivious to the confused looks she was getting from almost every pony in the room; except Ms. Cake who looked mortified and ready to faint, and Dr. Steelhart who seemed to now know what was going on. "I see, well 7 is a very big age to be. Thank You for talking to me Pinkie Pie." He watched Pinkie closely as her face scrunched up even as she was smiling at him and trying to wipe off water with her sheet. "Oh Your Welcome Dr. Robot, But I have a question...Why do you keep calling me Pinkie Pie? My name is Diane!! I am happy to meet you though!! Hehehehehe!!" Dr. Steelhart picked up Pinkie Pies chart again and turned to leave the room with it scribbling fiercely as he went. Ms. Cake quickly followed after him after promising Pinkie Pie shed be right back. "DOCTOR!! DOCTOR!! Please tell me what is wrong with Pinkie Pie!? Why is she saying these things?! Did she really hit her head that hard that she doesn't know who she is? Doctor?" Dr. Steelhart turned and looked at Ms. Cake gravely. "Ms. Cake, whatever is bothering your apprentice I am quite certain now that it goes far into her past. We are going to need her family if we are going to get any conclusive answers. For now though I can tell you why I think she is acting this way." Ms. Cake looked at him apprehensively. "You....You can?? Then...What do you think is it? What's wrong with her?" She waited with held breath as Dr. Steelhart sighed then spoke in a serious tone. "From her symptoms I can tell you what I think is happening based on the most logical explanation. I believe Pinkie Pie is suffering from split personality disorder brought on by some manner of traumatic foalhood event. That is why I am going to find her parents and talk to them. They may know why she is acting this way. When she first came to Ponyville she had some problems but they went away, Yes?" Ms. Cake nodded listening intently. "But now for her to be acting this way, something had to have triggered her episode. Something has set her off and she has reverted back into a little 7 year old filly and what we will have to do is find out why so we can hopefully reverse it." Ms. Cake just stared at Dr. Steelhart trying to absorb what he was saying. "So what you are saying....Is that Pinkie Pie thinks she's a little foal right now because of trauma she suffered as a foal?" Ms. Cake looked at him staring hard into his face looking for any more answers that might help explain things to her. "Yes in simple terms Ms. Cake, for right now your apprentice Pinkie Pie is Diane Pie and she is 7 years old and something about her family terrifies her. I need to call some more team mates and discuss this further with them. Try to just keep Pinkie Pie calm and don't do anything that might upset her or I will have to have you removed from her room." Dr. Steelhart trotted away quickly heading to his office where he would call in some more experts to help him with Pinkie Pies case. Ms. Cake stood there a moment more watching him trot away then turned and trotted in the opposite direction headed back towards Pinkie's room. She went into the room and found Pinkie Pie sleeping again. She trotted over and lay her hoof on Pinkies forehead ribbing it gently in the hopes that it would help her have peaceful dreams. "Oh Pinkie dear, what could have happened to you that could cause all this?" Pinkie Pie moved in her sleep, then started talking and Ms. Cake listened intently to what she was saying. The more Pinkie talked, the more Ms. Cake realized in her heart why Pinkie didn't want to be around her family and those thoughts would plague her dreams for years to come. "Please Papa, it hurts when you put that there. Please Papa...Don't do it any harder. No Papa, I don't like it...Papa...Please Papa, DON'T!! PAPA!! STOP!! NO!! PLEASE!! NO!!!" Ms. Cake never knew what hit her before the world went dark but what she did know was the look of sheer terror on Pinkie Pie's face as she woke from another horrible dream involving her father. Alarms blared as Pinkie Pies room was thrown into chaos. She had woken up to Ms. Cake rubbing her head and in her half sleep state she panicked thinking it was her father trying to hold her head down and struck out with all the strength she had kicking Ms. Cake in the jaw, which caused it to break and become dislocated. Nurses restrained Pinkie in a full body suit and muzzle then gave her an even higher dose of drugs to sedate her. And as Ms. Cake was rushed from the room into emergency surgery to fix her broken and dislocated jaw, her husband was dislocating the tiny hips of a little filly who had long sense screamed her last breaths away.
