Glowing Cupcakes

Rarity was going around, trying to look for Applejack. She just couldn’t do the clothes without her horn. She found her still sitting down in the front of the farm-gate. She stood in front of her, bringing Applejack’s attention.

“Well, Applejack, how is it to be in my body? Your probably better off than me…”

Applejack looked up a Rarity, shaking her head. “No, Rarity. This ain’t no fun at all. Everyone thinks I’m you. I don’t want to be you. I want to be apple-buckin’ me…”

“Well, I’m sure that Twilight is better off than we are,” Rarity said, trying to assure her somehow,  “I mean, she IS looking for a cure. So, um, could I ask you a favour in the meanwhile?”

Applejack looked up at Rarity. “Favour? Depends, ya’know? What is it?”

Rarity looked about, feeling slightly awkward. “Well….I would liked some…help in my work. You see, now that we’ve switched bodies, I don’t have my horn anymore and so I can’t do magic, and usually I use magic to make clothes and…you know…”

Applejack looked at her, squinting. She didn’t like the idea of making clothes.

“Well…I guess I could help out a friend in need.” Applejack said, smiling. Rarity started to jump happily, until…

“Of course, that is, on them lines that you do a favour for me as well since your in my apple buckin’ body…get my meanin’?”

Rarity cringed. She didn’t like the idea of going into the farm’s apple tree woods to applebuck. She nodded slowly, brining up a fake smile.

“It’s a deal. Now, let’s start mine first…um, it will be faster, eh?”

Applejack shook her head. “Heck no. Applebucking first.”

“Clothes!” Rarity shouted, now nose to nose with Applejack.

“Applebucking!” Applejack shouted.

They looked at each other, and then put their front hooves against each other, trying to push each other over. Applejack, due to being in Rarity’s weak body, fell over.

“I win, clothes first.” Rarity said, smiling triumphantly. Applejack snorted.

“Fine. You won…in my body. Now lets get this over with.” Applejack said with a frosty nosed look, and walked beside Rarity towards Rarity’s house.

In the meanwhile, Twilight was feeling worried. She was hoping that Zecora would find the cure. She couldn’t stand looking in the mirror to see a silly smiling pony, which was her. She lied on the bed, thinking on what to do. The recent events started playing in her mind like a video recorder that was re-winded and replayed. She sighed sadly, remembering at how Pinkie cried. She just knew that Pinkie was effected by the glowing cupcakes. She then remembered how she told Pinkie to feel horrible about herself. The memory played like a re-play of a football match.

“You should feel horrible for yourself!”

She felt miserable. She then realized something.

“Wait a minute…I told Pinkie to feel horrible, and then…”

She remembered the drastic changes that Pinkie went through. Then she remembered the words of Zecora…

“magic substance Galatize,

Used by my people to hypnotize…”

She looked at the ceiling, twisting and turning while all these thoughts passed through her mind.

“Wait..” Twilight thought out loud, “I told Pinkie to feel horrible, and she felt horrible, even when we told her that it wasn’t her fault…hmm…It must be that she’s hypnotized!”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, there’s a breakthrough” she commented at herself sarcastically. “How didn’t I think that before? Hmm, if I could cast a reverse hypnotic spell…”

Her eyes widened as she jumped out of bed and downstairs into the library, looking in the section of H, for all books related to hypnotizing.

“There’s got to be one that has something related! Something! Something!” She said, shooting out books in several directions from the shelves. A pile of books ended up on the floor, adding to what was already piled in a heap. She searched the whole library section.

“Aha!” she cried, levitating a dark blue book with the picture of a white eye, “this should be helpful…I hope.”

She started reading through it as fast as she could, and found a page of interest.

“Galatize…” she read, “known the be found randomly in the forest…mhm…and is known for it’s great magic on it’s hypnotizing abilities which exceed change in the mind, but also physical change. For example, if one was to tell a pony who has eaten the dust that he or she is a chicken, they will take physical form of a chicken.”

She stopped reading, squinting at the book, and then continuing.

“The cure is simple, all the pony needs to do, is to take a helping of C….pie”

She stopped. She looked at the page, now noticing that a part of the page had faded.

“Oh no!” she yelped, “the cure! It’s faded! What’s the cure, what’s the cure?!” Twilight started jumping around, alarmed, but her magic smile was still there. She was worried sick, and went upstairs and slumbered onto her bed, thinking.

“Pie…Pie…It has to be some sort of Pie! What pies start with C…Cranberry, no, that doesn’t exist….Cheese Pie, no, wait..”

She kept thinking of all the possible pies. Never before had she thought on pies in detail before, and did not know any pie names. She stopped.

“Pinkie Pie! She’ll know all the pies that exist!”

She jumped out of bed and dashed towards SugarCube Corner. She walked in the door of the store. Seeing no one, she walked into the kitchen. It was still empty, and so wandered up the stairs, and peeked into Pinkie’s bedroom, seeing Pinkie Pie on her bed, crying under a pillow.

“..Pinkie Pie, I almost found the cure….and..”

“You’re here to tell me that it’s all my fault! And it’s all true! I’m such a horrible pony!” Pinkie cried suddenly. Twilight flinched.

“…No. Pinkie Pie, you can help me find the cure, if you just help me a bit…”

Pinkie Pie wailed again. “I can’t help anyone do ANYTHING! I’m such a LOSER!” She cried more, stuffing her face into the pillow.

“Now now, Pinkie Pie, hear me. Hear what I’m saying.” Twilight said in a calming voice. Pinkie Pie stopped crying and looked at her, listening.

“Now, I found the cure, but it’s a pie that starts with the letter C. I need you to make every type of pie that begins with the letter C…is that okay with you?”

Pinkie Pie stared blankly at Twilight. Twilight tried to sound inviting.

“You know…pies like Cherry Pie…Chocolate Pie…Anything you can add to pies…”

Pinkie Pie kept staring at her, and then went off her bed silently, head lowered down, and walked past Twilight downstairs towards the kitchen. Twilight sighed, and started to follow her. She peeked behind the kitchen doorway to see Pinkie Pie silently cooking different types of pies. The smell of pies filled the kitchen.

“I’ll just...leave you to it, okay Pinkie?”

Pinkie sniffed, nodding without looking at her. Twilight walked into the dining room. She saw plaster all around the room, and a rather large hole on the top. She was amazed at the extent of damage the roof had taken. She sighed. She then remembered something.

“Wait…” she though to herself, “Pinkie’s carers are returning tomorrow…if they see the such a large hole in the roof, they’ll lose their cool with Pinkie for sure! Oh no! I’ve got to help her somehow…Oh no. I’ll need help from the others…I hope their not too busy.”

She walked to the kitchen doorway and spoke to Pinkie. “Pinkie, I’m going to get my friends to fix the roof before The Cakes get home…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Pinkie Pie turned to look at her. A new facial expression had come to her face. Her eyes where wide open, and her mouth was open as if she had seen a ghost.

“….Roof…Cakes…” she spluttered, and suddenly started running about in circles in absolute horror.

“THE CAKES! They’re going to see the mess I’ve caused! I’m such a HORRIBLE PONY!” she cried. Twilight stopped her.

“Calm. Down. Me and the others will fix it in no time.”

“….Really?”

“Yep. I won’t stop until the roof of the dining room is fixed and the dining room has been cleaned!”

“Oh, Twilight, you’re the best, best friend a horrible pony like me could ever have!” Pinkie cried, hugging Twilight. Twilight patted her in a re-assuring way.

“Don’t worry, you’re not horrible. At least, we don’t think so.”

Pinkie Pie sniffed. She smiled slightly, and then moved towards the oven to continue the pies.

“We’ll be done in no time, okay Pinkie?” Twilight said, going away.

“Thank you!” Pinkie replied, in a happy, yet soft kind of way, as she baked.

Twilight made her way outside, thinking of who to ask for help first. It was clearly not a job she could do on her own, and would need some raw abilities. She decided to visit Fluttershy first, and so walked out of Ponyville towards Fluttershy’s home.