Blue Frosting

The Cutie Mark Crusaders were so proud of themselves. Pinkie Pie had promised them a "good-grades" party for each week they got straight A's in school, and this was their fourth week in a row, except this week Scootaloo had gotten one B in Math, but Pinkie had said it was okay anyway. "It's getting real hard to concentrate on Friday afternoon," admitted Scootaloo. "It's like somepony filled my head with sand instead of brains." They all agreed that it was getting harder to concentrate as the week went on; all they could think of was the celebration party at Pinkie's house. Actually, it wasn't the party that excited them, it was Pinkie's extra special you're-a-fabulous-student prize: blue cupcakes. The cupcakes were delicious and made them feel so good and happy that by Friday they were tempted to skip school altogether and head straight for the cupcakes.

"CUPCAKES!" screamed the trio as they burst through the front door into Sugarcube Corner.

"Wowie Zowie!" exclaimed Pinkie. "Are you fillies ready for a fun, fun..."

"CUPCAKES! CUPCAKES!" screamed the trio as they ran past Pinkie.

"Okey dokey lokie! You fillies sure are excited about my cupcakes," remarked Pinkie, who was just as excited to see the sweet young things return for a special sleepover tonight.

"CUPCAKES CUPCAKES CUPCAKES!" shouted the students as they skidded to a stop in front of the cooling rack, ogling the blue cupcakes. Scootaloo reached up and took one of the special creamy, blue cupcakes in her mouth.

The blue cupcakes were special; special in ways the fillies could not understand. A year ago Pinkie had been picking flowers near the Everfree forest. When she got home she noticed that her lips had been stained blue by some of the flowers and she felt very, very strange but very, very, very good for the rest of the day and then she stopped breathing and started again and stopped and started again and was asleep for a long time before she finally woke up. Zecora was consulted and told Pinkie those were very special flowers and she should never pick them again. When asked why she couldn't pick flowers that made her feel good, Zecora said that some ponies who ate the flowers couldn't stop eating them, and sometimes they got sick and died.

But Pinkie was never the same after that. She heard voices and saw things that weren't there. She thought Twilight Sparkle was a human in a pony suit. She thought a Fluttershy lived in Rarity's basement and ate clouds. But most disturbingly, she became inappropriately, very inappropriately, infatuated with the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Through her drug-damaged brain she saw Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle as strikingly beautiful Party Ponies. In Pinkie's mind, everybody wanted to be best friends with Party Ponies, because they were the bestest, most funnest, and prettiest ponies that ever went to parties. She also knew that for all their fun nature, they were too shy to admit their strong sexual attraction to the vivacious, party-loving, and attractive Pinkamena Diane Pie. They were so shy they pretended to be fillies so they could hide in the school all day.

Pinkie longed to have the soft, beautiful Party Ponies comb her mane and stroke her ears. She would lie on her back in a bed of pink party balloons and let the mares nibble her teats and lick the insides of her thighs. One at a time they would slowly drag their tongues down to her sex, and penetrate her with their tongues. At the same time they would present themselves to Pinkie’s mouth, their mare juices tasting like strawberry candy, or lime punch, or vanilla-cream cookies. Pinkie would eagerly slurp them up, and the Party Ponies would ask her to party with them forever. Before she had encountered the blue flower, she never would have thought of herpony as a fillyfooler, but the voices in her head told her to think and do things odd things. Wanting to be licked by other mares seemed perfectly natural now.

Pinkie was sad that she couldn't make the fillies admit they were her Party Ponies, who Pinkie just knew wanted to love her both emotionally and physically. Then Pinkie thought about the blue flowers that made you feel good. Maybe if she could just make the Party Ponies feel good with the blue flowers then the Party Ponies would like her forever.

So every Friday she would play along with their ruse and invite them to Sugarcube Corner and praise their academic efforts and serve up a pile of blue-frosted cupcakes. Pinkie kept the pastries coming, until the fillies could eat no more. As time went on the fillies became addicted to the blue drug in the frosting. Eventually they could no longer fight the compulsion to come back and visit Pinkie Pie and her delicious blue cupcakes.

Apple Bloom knocked the cupcake out of Scootaloo's mouth and it rolled onto the counter. "No!" scolded Apple Bloom, forcing herpony between Scootaloo and the cupcakes. "We always have to be polite and ask first."

"Don't touch my cupcake again," shouted Scootaloo "or I swear to Celestia that I will KILL YOU!" She threw a wild swing at Apple Bloom. The startled filly ducked just in time, eyes wide with surprise. "Scoot, what's gotten into you? You're all crazy-like on account of cupcakes?"

Scootaloo shoot her head and apologized. "I'm sorry Apple Bloom, I don't know what got into me. I just saw those delicious cupcakes and..."

"Hey, no arguing in Sugarcube Corner!" interjected Pinkie. "That's a rule. And it's an official rule because today is the most specialist, most wonderfulest, most excitingest day in the whole world!" Pinkie threw up her arms and spun around. This should get the Party Ponies to be nice to her!

The fillies turned toward one another, puzzled.

"Is it Rain Appreciation Day?" hesitantly asked Sweetie Belle.

"No, silly!"

"Did another load of crabapple jam come into town?" guessed Scootaloo.

Apple Bloom glared at the pegasus pony. "Don't be stupid. Everypony knows crabapple season isn't for another two weeks." Scootaloo responded by sticking out her tongue.

"Nope. One more guess why this is a super, super, super wonderful day."

It was Apple Bloom's turn. She was having trouble thinking today. Was it a vegetable holiday? "Is it maybe Eggplant..."

"WRONG!” shouted Pinkie. "It's my birthday party!"

There was a long pause. "Wasn't your birthday last month?" asked Sweetie Belle, confused.

"No, that was my pre-birthday rehearsal day party. Today is the real birthday party, but only for my favorite Party Ponies." Pinkie gave them a sly wink.

The fillies looked at each other and gave a collective shrug. "She's acting kinda weird, even for Pinkie," whispered Scootaloo.

"I'm sorry we didn't get you a present," apologized the quick-thinking Apple Bloom, "but we didn't know."

"That's okay, you get to spend the weekend with me while Mr. and Mrs. Cake and the baby are away. You can be my birthday presents!"

"Pinkie," interrupted Scootaloo with a little quaver in her voice, "I know it's not polite to interrupt but I was wondering if maybe we could really please have one or two cupcakes right now please before you talk any more now?" Her wings were twitching involuntarily, and she was literally drooling in anticipation. The other ponies were merely antsy but nodded their heads enthusiastically.

"Sure! Dig in!"

Almost before she finished the sentence, Pinkie's guests were cramming their mouths full of cupcakes. Their noses and chins were plastered with blue icing.

"Ah, I feel better," exclaimed Sweetie Belle about twenty minutes later. She let out a long, loud, un-filly-like burp and slid down to the floor.

"So do I," said Scootaloo, who immediately burst into a fit of giggles that lasted for five minutes.

Apple Bloom just stared blankly at the ceiling, a very contented look on her face.

They laughed and joked and played for a long time, until Pinkie said they should all come outside to the cellar for more fun. She was going to have a special party that would be so special that they would stop pretending and be real Party Ponies.

Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom waited at the door, but Scootaloo wouldn't stop racing around the kitchen. The brain-scrambled, sugar-fueled pony was attempting acrobatic flips over the pastry tables, knocking almost every pot and pan to the floor. Pinkie grabbed a broom and swatted her out of the house, but not before taking a hoof to the head from the rambunctious little pony. Pinkie stumbled out the door as the giggling, snorting, hiccupping, farting, and burping trio headed across the lawn to the cellar. She swooned and tried to focus, the brain-jarring impact scrambling her already schizophrenic thoughts. She looked out toward the cellar and saw...

Three totally stoned fillies, dancing across the lawn.

Still holding her head, she looked around frantically for the Party Ponies. She looked up to see if they were flying. She looked to see if they had already gone into the cellar. She spun around to see if they had gone back into the house. They had left her! "Come back!" she screamed. "Be my friend! Come back!"

The Cutie Mark Crusaders stopped their laughing and giggling and turned back toward the voice. They paused for a moment, then pointed at the horrified expression on Pinkie's face, laughed hysterically and continued on toward the cellar.

The voices in Pinkies head were very angry at the fillies who had pretended to be her Party Ponies. The voices were very, very angry. She had worked so hard to be so nice to them and they had tricked her. Pinkie took off at full gallop toward the little ponies who had been so mean to her. The voices were telling her to do bad things, very bad things.

The intoxicated ponies saw Pinkie charging at them at top speed. And she didn't look like she was in a party mood anymore.

*******

Apple Bloom's leg woke her up by loudly announcing that it was broken in three places. The pain was excruciating, just slightly more than her headache. She gently probed the right side of her head with a hoof and discovered it was caked with dirt and dried blood, most likely from what little remained of her equine ear. She opened one eye to see she was lying in some kind of room, with sunlight spilling through cracks in the ceiling. It smelled of damp earth and mildew and rotted wood.

She knew instantly it must be the Cake’s cellar. In the dim light she could see the room was decorated with balloons and streamers and banners welcoming somebody called Party Pony.

"Hello? Is anybody else here?" whispered Apple Bloom.

A low moan came from the darkness. "Apple Bloom? It's Sweetie Belle. You’ve to get out of here, now. She's insane! Go!" There was urgency in her voice that implied life or death.

"I can't; my leg is broken. Besides, I'm not leaving you here." She started to crawl in the direction of the sound but felt a tugging at her neck. It didn't take her long to discover there was a metal collar around her neck, attached to a chain. "Are you on a chain? I am. Where's Scootaloo?"

"She's tied up next to me. I don't think she's doing very well. I think she needs cupcakes real bad." Apple Bloom’s head throbbed in sympathy. She also felt the siren call of the blue cupcakes.

"What happened? How long have we been here? Where's Pinkie?

Scootaloo cried as she piped to answer those questions. "I don't know. Pinkie just went crazy. One minute she was our friend and the next minute she started hurting us. We were laughing and playing and then she flank-slammed Sweetie Belle down the stairs and it knocked her out cold. Then you were brave and you got between Pinkie and the cellar and told her that if she wanted to hurt any of us she would have to go through you first. I ran down the stairs behind you to help Sweetie Belle but I couldn’t get her to wake up. You tried to fight Pinkie but she was just too big for any of us. We heard you scream when she broke your leg. Next thing we saw was Pinkie dragging you down the stairs by your ear, but you were unconscious before you hit the bottom of the stairs."

"Then Pinkie told me she would crush your head if I didn't help tie up Sweetie Belle. I was so scared, Apple Bloom, so I did it. Then she turned on me and she was kicking me and kicking me and she wouldn't stop kicking me and then I hurt too much to fight back and she tied me up, too. I don't remember when she put the collar on you." Scootaloo pulled herself together. "Thank you for being so brave. I know it didn't help much but I'm glad you’re my friend."

"I don't know how long we've been here," offered Sweetie Belle. "Scoot's not thinking too clearly sometimes, but from what she said and the shadows I think it might be late afternoon on Saturday. I haven't seen Pinkie since the fight.”

Just then they were blinded as the cellar door opened and Pinkie Pie descended the steps carrying a picnic basket and a bouquet of balloons. Apple Bloom saw Sweetie Belle tied against a pole, front hooves over her head. Her white coat was covered with mud and dust, and she had a long gash down one flank. Next to her was Scootaloo, restrained in the same way.

"Apple Bloom!" chirped their captor. "You're wakey wakey! Great! We are going to have so much fun. I brought cupcakes, and a new game to go with them." As she stepped off the steps a balloon scraped the rough ceiling and popped. "I love party games and made a new one up for all of us." Pinkie was standing over Apple Bloom and glaring down at her. "I mean all of YOU."

"Why are you doing this, Pinkie? Please let us go," begged Sweetie Belle.

"Why am I doing this?" Pinkie's expression changed instantly from bubbly cherub to sadistic demon. "Why? WHY? Because you pretended to be my Party Pony friends just to get my blue cupcakes!" She started screaming now. "I made those cupcakes for Party Ponies. They were MY Party Ponies and you made them go away because you were you!" She kicked a clod of dirt in Apple Bloom's face, which sent her coughing and sputtering. "Mine mine mine mine mine Party Ponies all mine but you little griffon turds stole my PONIES!" She stomped her hooves at each rambling syllable. Eventually she ran out of breath and paused her ranting.

"So me and the new pony friends who are in my head made up this game, which is possibly the most funnest game ever made up, called Too Much, Too Little, or Just Right. Doesn't it sound great?" she asked, bobbing her head in a way that let her captives know that they should bob their heads too, which they did.

"Okay, here's how you play. It's all about the blue frosting. Since you love it so much you are all going to die for it." Her face took on an evil grimace. "One of you will get too much of my delicious blue frosting, one of you will get too little, and one of you will get an amount that's just right. And I've, I mean we've, got it all figured it out.

"Your horrible death," she pointed a hoof at Sweetie Bell, "will be caused by too much frosting, because you have a sister who has a cat, and a cat sees very well in the dark. Now 'sees' rhymes with 'keys'..."

In the background Apple Bloom made the crazy motion with her hoof, and Sweetie Belle gave a barely perceptible nod.

"and keys go in locks, and Sweetie Belle's sister has locks of beautiful purple hair. So all the ponies in my head, except the brown one who couldn't take even a second away from her math homework ..." Pinkie stopped, swatted an imaginary fly overhead, and continued. "voted, and everypony agreed that you would get too much frosting." Pinkie gave herpony a very self-satisfied, I-am-a-smart-pony smile.

"That means that the pony that kicked me in the head," she motioned toward Scootaloo, "will get too little. In fact, she won't get any at all. I asked all of the Ponies in my head, even the ones living in the apple pastries, and none of them like her."

'Too little' was Scootaloo's dangerous predicament at the moment. The pegasus pony was in excruciating pain, with tears at the corner of her blood-shot eyes. Little Scootaloo was the first to become hooked on the blue stuff at the "good grades parties", and always ate twice as many cupcakes and got twice as stoned as the other fillies. Tonight she had made an absolute pig of herpony, and later snuck back into the kitchen and eaten all the leftover cupcakes, and devoured the leftover frosting. Tonight she had eaten almost three times as much frosting as the other fillies.

As a result she was crashing hard. Really hard. Every cell in Scootaloo's body was screaming for more blue. Her body remembered drowning in an ocean of ecstasy, and it wanted that feeling again more than anything else. She was trembling and twitching, and the light from the cellar door revealed she was covered in sweat, as well as huge bruises.

Pinkie smiled a crooked grimace at Apple Bloom, cowering beneath her. "And you are going to get an amount that's just right, because your red bow looks like a party ribbon. But you'll get your prize, which will be the most painful of all, after I take care of the other two." Pinkie motioned to a dusty couch in the corner. "Now be a good little filly and wait over there for me." Apple Bloom just sat there, in shock over the whole situation.

"I said move!" and Pinkie kicked her bad leg. The wounded pony screamed, causing the other two prisoners to wince sympathetically. Apple Bloom, sobbing, started dragging herpony and the chain in the direction of the couch.

"Now for Little Miss Too Much." Pinkie picked up the basket and walked over to Sweetie Belle. Reaching into the basket, she pulled out a large, bulging pastry bag and hung it on the pole over Pinkie's head. A tube dropped from the bag and twirled around her ankles.

"I have to admit, I wanted Sweetie Belle to win this game, so I came up with a way for her to cheat." She picked up the tube and waved the end under her victim's nose. "What's that smell like?"

Sweetie Belle's weary face lightened. "Frosting. It smells like frosting."

"That's right! I needed a way to make sure you could eat more frosting than anybody else, but this dainty little mouth of yours," Pinkie squeezed Sweetie Belle's mouth into a perfect O, "couldn't eat nearly enough of my precious cupcakes fast enough. So all the lime-colored ponies in my head came up with a positively splendid idea."

With that, Pinkie spun her around and smashed the strengthless filly against the pole. From her vantage spot across the cellar, Apple Bloom stared in disbelief as Pinkie spit once, then twice onto her hoof and jammed it between Sweetie Belle's cheeks, making her asshole slick with saliva. Sweetie Belle cried out in pain, surprise, and fear.

Apple Bloom watched with amazement and disgust as Pinkie reached down, grabbed the end of the tube with her teeth and shoved it and her muzzle in the crack of Sweetie Belle's ass. Sweetie squealed and kicked as the tube searched for and penetrated her anus. The dusty white filly froze as her sodomizer forced inch after inch of tubing through her bowels into her large intestine. Pinkie stood up and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Pinkie took a strip of cloth and tied the tube against Sweetie Belle's leg. "That's to make sure it doesn't slip out. Now, get ready for this."

"Pinkie, don't," croaked Scootaloo "Don't do this."

Their torturer ignored her. She grabbed the bag and gave it gave it a squeeze. A couple of seconds later Sweetie Belle's eyes got very wide. "Oh!" she exclaimed.

"What is it Sweetie?" asked Scootloo.

"Yes, dearie, tell her how you’re going to win the game."

"I don't know. It feels kinda like when you eat a cupcake, but better." Pinkie gave another squeeze, and Sweetie Belle's eyes fluttered and her body gave a little shudder. "Wow. That feels like eating a whole lot of cupcakes all at once." As if in confirmation her eyes took on that glassy look of somepony who's had too much blue.

"Yes, I think that is working quite nicely. We'll just leave you and your little bag of blue happiness for a while."

Pinkie grabbed the basket in her teeth, pushed the cellar door open and left, without leaving anything for the other two ponies.

End of Part 1