Author's Note

Okay, so I just realized that a sub-consciously took inspiration from Bitter-Sweet Appleacres by Sparrow 9642 . Especially the dinner games. So if you like this, you should probably check that out too. Plus he's a WAYYY better writer than me. I also got a lot of inspiration from Something Sweet to Bite by knakerman. In the original story, Pinkie was going to follow in Lemon Drops's footsteps and force-feed him cupcakes until he died, but I already wrote a crossover with Something Sweet to bite so...

Night 3

Ok, Omar, lets lay out all the facts we know, 1, as far as you know, there is no exit. 2, even if there was, she finds you almost immediately. 3, the alarm won't let you out until 12, unless *indistinct mumbling*. Just try to be nice and maybe she will be too. "Ok, 'Pinkie', try to beat me this time!" He proceeded to drink 3 glasses of milk. He said before falling asleep, "Pinkie Pie, YOUR MESSING WITH THE WRONG SEBALI!" He woke up once again in Pinkie's basement, but this time he had a strategy.

First, he waited for pinkie to come, he did not unlock the door. After just a few minutes, he heard her laughter. "Pinkie," He called out, "I would like to talk to you please."

The door flung open, but the bars stayed shut. "Yes, Omar? Please make it quick, as I would like to finally get to the torture tonight."

"Is there anything, anything at all that would let me out of here?"

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked! There are a couple of things that you can do. You can either give me the D for 3 consecutive nights or let me turn you into a pony and use you as my test subject for cupcake recipes every day for 1 week!"

"You ain't getting the Omar D, so I guess I'll take door #2."

"That's great! Some of my recipes need some SERIOUS adjustments. We'll start tonight!" She grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him over to her workstation, where she strapped his feet, waist and right hand to the table.

"So how are you going to 'turn me into a pony'? I thought only unicorns could do magic."

"Oh, it's not that type of magic. Here, drink this!" She held out a small test tube containing a mysterious blue liquid.

"What is it, and will it hurt?"

"It's a magic potion that I got from a witchdoctor zebra named Zecora, and will turn any living mammal into a pony. It will make you a little light-headed for a few minutes, but I don't THINK it's supposed to hurt." She couldn't help but slip a small smile. Omar didn't notice.

"Okay then, here goes nothing." She had better not be fucking with me! He thought before downing the whole thing in one gulp. Suddenly he felt a wave of disorientation wash over him. "You call this a LITTLE light-headed?!" He started, swaying from side to side like a ship in a thunderstorm. If it wasn't for the restraints, he might have fallen off. "If this keeps up for much longer, I'm going to get sick!" Luckily for him, it only lasted for about a minute and a half.

When that was over, he looked down to see a blue coat and a coffee brown tail with a yellow stripe. He also looked down to see that his clothes had vanished. "Ahhh!" He screamed in shock, attempting to cover himself with his left hoof. "What the fuck did you do to my clothes?!"

"Well ponies don't typically wear clothes, and when we do, we definately don't wear pants. What are you even hiding anyway? Like I said before, Equestrian ponies don't have genitals."

He lifted his hoof to see that she was telling the truth, and sure enough, nothing there but a clean, smooth pony crotch. "Ahhh! It's gone! The Omar D is missing, the Omar D is missing!" He was starting to regret his decision.

"Okay, time for the first cupcake!" Yelled Pinkie Pie gleefully. She handed him a purple cupcake with yellow sprinkles.

"So, what flavor is it?" He asked, taking a bite.

"well, it's not a flavor per say.. So, one day I was like, I wish cupcakes where more bouncy and marshmallow-ey, but then I thought, oh Pinkie you silly, you can make one yourself! What's puffy, edible and at your disposable?"

"Uh.. marshmallows?" Said Omar, now 3/4 done with the cupcake.

" No silly, marshmallows melt and get all goopy. Try again!"

That's when he looked down at the almost finished cupcake and saw some white and black chunks. " Uh, what are those chunks?" He asked, suddenly not feeling so great.

"That's what makes them so puffy, my secret ingredient is, wait for it... eyeballs!"

"EYEB-bleeeaagh!" He leaned over the side of the table and violently expelled the milk, potion, and most of an eyeball flavored cupcake from his stomach. It splattered onto the blood-stained ground in the form of a vile green substance. "EYE...BALLS?! WH..WHY?!" He asked, still weak from the nausea.

"Because they make the cake so much squishier!"

"BLEEEAAGGHH!" He once again covered the floor with his own stomach content. His face was so pale it was practically an eggshell white.

"Hey ace, wanna try aiming for the trash can next time?" Said Pinkie, more concerned for her blood-splattered floor then Omar.

"Ne...next time?" He asked, fear clearly evident in his voice.

"So, ready for round 2?" She asked excitedly and getting a little impatient.

"What?! No, of cou..rse I'm n...not ready, I don't think I can stomach another cupcake ev...ever again! Ca..can't I at least have a br...break?"

"COURSE, ha, you're funny! Come on, this one is easy, it's just a banana-meat cupcake, nothing weird!"

"I consider horse meat weird, but whatev...ever! I mean think about it Pinkie," He stammered, trying to reason with the crazy mare and still out of breath from he effort of emptying his stomach so quickly. "If I eat now I'll just thro...throw up again. You won't get any r-BLEEAGGHH! Real re...results." He vomited one last time and laid back on the table, closing his eyes, his left forehoof clutching his stomach.

"Oh that's okay, I can always try them again tomorrow! I think you're really gonna like this one! Also, I came up with your pony name!" She replied, completely unfazed by his condition, it was almost as if... she where used to this.

"P-pony name? What's wrong wi...with Omar?"

"That is THE dumbest pony name ever. So now you are Thunder Bash." She held out a yellow cupcake with teal sprinkles.

"So, what's in thi… this one?" He said, carefully inspecting the new cupcake.

"Banana, sugar, butter, milk, baking soda, flour, oil, egg, meat, and water."

"What about the secret ingredient?" He said, taking a small bite.

"Awe shit. Love to break it to you, so you're gonna have to do that again."

"What?! Why can't you just give it to me separately?"

"Because that's not any fun!"

"You think watching people get sick is fun?"

"Kinda, yeah."

"Of course you do. So, could you please just give it to me separately now?"

"Oh, fine! You're a real party pooper, you know that?" She walked away and came back a minute later with what looked like a cup of bubbling green slime.

"Ewe! What is that?!" He shouted in disgust.

"Well, the secret ingredient is a powder, so I mixed it with some water." She said smiling.

"Why is it fizzing then?"

"Because that's what the secret ingredient does, that's how it works. Now would you SHUT UP?! STOP ASKING QUESTIONS!"

"Oh HELL no! I am NOT drinking that! I don't know how pony biology works, but drinking soda does not mean that you can eat anything you want."

"I said shut up!" She shoved her hoof into his mouth and forced it open until she heard a loud crack. "Are you going to listen to me now?" He nodded his head, tears beginning to form in his eyes. "And It's not 'soda', it's WAY more powerful."

"We.. well in that case, wouldn't it hurt? That can't be good for anyone." He said, on the verge of crying.

" Screw biology, I'm Pinkamena Mother-Fucking Se-uhh I mean Pie! I said Pie!"

"Hey, that's my line!"

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT BEING QUIET?! Anyway, either drink this or die a painful death."

"I already ate the whole cupcake, and I feel fine. I think you're just fucking with me."

"I'm telling the truth and it won't hurt, pinkie promise! Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" She did the motions with her hooves the procured a cupcake seemingly out of nowhere and rammed it into her eye, leaving behind green frosting and some crumbs on her face.

Omar took the glass and took a few sips. "You have to drink it all, or it won't be effective enough to work." He finished it slowly, sip by sip. "Remember when I promised it wouldn't hurt?"

"Yeah..."

"I had my hooves crossed. Okay, byyeeee!"

Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep, beep! "Ugh," Omar woke up with a terrible stomachache. "I fucking hate you Pinkie! Pinkie promise my ass." All in all, being stuck in bed all day was not such a bad thing, after all, it gave him plenty of time to conceive of a new way to defeat that pink bouncing nightmare once and for all.

He did however get up for a few hours. As horrid as he felt, he desperately wanted to take a shower, as there was still some dry vomit on his face and in his hair. He ate dinner and laid back down. Maybe, just maybe, if was nice to the insane mare, she would give it back.