Omar Sebali Spends 5 Nights With Pinkamena

When Omar fell asleep that night he was still recovering from whatever the hell Pinkie had done to him. Omar was actually starting to think he may he may have messed with the wrong Pie.

"Welcome back Omar! I got a stronger potion from Zecora, this one should last for 24 hours!"

"Oh come on Pinkie, It still hurts from last time. I can't deal with this shit right now. Just let me go, PLEASE!"

"That's fine, I came up with a new game anyway! It's called confection confuzzled! I show you a tray of identical cupcakes, most of them have a bad recipe that will make you sick as a dog, one of them, however, is a normal cupcake." She held out a tray of three white cupcakes. "There coconut flavor! But two of them have spoiled milk in them."

He reached out and grabbed one. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and took a small bite. He looked to Pinkie, her face not changed from an innocent smile. It tasted fine to him. "Good job, you got the good cupcake." She said flatly. He felt that same dizziness from last night, only this time it was worse.

"Pinkie, I thought you it was fine that I didn't drink the potion." He laid back on the table which made it a lot better, but not entirely.

"I did! Fine because I baked some into all the round one cupcakes!"

"You bitch! I fucking hate you, you know that?! Wait- there are multiple rounds?!" He shouted, the dizziness having completely diminished.

"I take my time to bake all these yummy cupcakes for you, and all you can do is sit there and call me a bitch?! I've been so patient, and so nice to you! Did you ever think that maybe you're the jerk here?! You're a spoiled brat and I can tell, now it's time that somepony put you in your place! Time for round two! These ones are orange flavor, but three are made with rotten oranges. Just like you." She smiled menacingly and held out a tray of four orange cupcakes. Once again he grabbed one and tried it hesitantly. Safe again.

"Okay, this time there's cotton candy flavor! Four of them have three cups of sugar. Each." She held out a tray of five pink cupcakes. He took the one in the middle, thinking he had out-smarted the mare. He took a bite and was greeted with the sickly sweet flavor of way to much sugar.

Pinkie grabbed another one of the cupcakes, the one right next to the one Omar had grabbed. "So that was the good one?" He asked, the defeat clearly evident in his voice.

"What? Oh, no this is one of the bad ones."

"Why would you do that?"

"After you've had them so many times, you kinda get used to it. Besides, It's so much yummier this way!"

Omar had stopped eating the cupcake after the first bite. "CHEATER! You have to eat the ENTIRE cupcake! It's not that hard you know! Kids starve every day, do you know that?! They would KILL for one of my cupcakes! Now finish that CUPCAKE!" The look in her eyes and the anger in her voice scared him even more than the prospect of having to ingest three whole cups of sugar. He picked up the cupcake and resumed eating. He finished it bite-by-bite, feeling sicker by the minute. The second he finished the last bite Pinkie smiled and spoke, "Good, that wasn't so hard now, was it? Buh, Bye!"

Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep, beep! The first thing that Omar did when he woke up was run to his bathroom and throw up. It did little to help the sharp pain in his stomach. He opened his medicine cabinet only to be greeted by an empty container of antiacid. All that remained was a single measly chipped tablet. "Fuck! Who makes a bottle of antiacid with an odd amount of tablets?!" He stumbled back to his bed slowly. Closing his eyes, and trying to focus on the situation at hand rather than the throbbing in his stomach.

Later that day Omar was feeling just well enough to drive down to the nearest convenience store, where he bought a new bottle of antiacid. Once he got home he took two, slipped 18 in his pockets and placed the bottle in his medicine cabinet. He fell out cold almost the instant his head hit the pillow.