He woke up with Pinkie's face inches away from his. "gaahh!" He gasped, not expecting her to be so close.
"I'm so glad you're back! I was getting impatient there! I was thinking for tonight we should up the anti, I'm thinking 6 cupcakes, 5 cups of sugar, think you can beat the odds?!"

"As 'fun' as that sounds, that would probably kill me so, I think I'll take the 'other' option if you know what I mean."

"Oh yay! Come with me, I'll show you my bedroom!" And with that, she whisked him away to her bedroom upstairs.

"Uhh, Pinkie.." He started, still contemplating what he was about to do. He took a deep breath and made his final decision. " Before we begin, I'd like you to have some of these 'special pony candies'." He took the 18 antiacids out from his pocket and handed them to the waiting mare.

"Oh thank you so much, Omar! Mmm, these are delicious!" she gulped them down happily without suspecting a thing. About 10 minutes later, Pinkie began to speak, "Hey, where did you get those candies? They make my tummy feel all fuzzily, and I don't think I like it too much." She spoke solemnly, much unlike how she had been just hours ago. In fact, she seemed like a different mare entirely. And at that moment, he saw something different. He saw something weak and afraid. Something small and vulnerable. Something that was worth saving... even if it was a monster.

"Oh shit, what have I done?!" Sure she was evil and cruel, but if he killed her, was he really any better? He had to do something- and fast! he didn't know much about her, but he did know one thing; this mare killed her friends, baked them into cupcakes, ate them, and sold them to her other friends- all while smiling! If he was going to make her vomit, grossing out was off the list.

He shoved his finger down her throat, using his legs to straddle her hips and the hand that was not down her throat to hold both her hooves in place. Even being as strong as he was it was incredibly difficult to keep her contained. But having allowed (or forced) him to make out with her left her incredibly vulnerable. Unfortunately for him, this was an abortive effort. "Why isn't this working?!"

Then he remembered what she had said the previous night; "After you've had them so many times, you kinda get used to it." Pinkie had strengthened her stomach to her own doom. Time for plan B. He retracted his finger from her throat, allowing Pinkie to speak. "What the hell are you doing to me?!"

Ignoring her for the moment he pulled his arm back, making a fist and aimed for her solar plexus hoping it was in the same general location that it would be on a human. ( For those of you who are too lazy to look it up yourself: "Definition of solar plexus 1: a nerve plexus in the abdomen that is situated behind the stomach and in front of the aorta and the crura of the diaphragm and contains several ganglia distributing nerve fibers to the viscera 2: the pit of the stomach specifically: the part of the abdomen including the stomach that is particularly vulnerable to the effects of a blow to the body wall in front of it."- Merriam Webster Dictionary)

He punched her as hard as he could, causing her to sit up straight, shooting up like a bullet while vomiting at the same time, inadvertently covering him in puke. A chill ran down his spine and he cringed at the feeling of being covered in the warm, slimy, chunky substance that Pinkie had regurgitated.

"Now... will y...you tell me... what just... ha..happenend?" She sputtered, looking like she had been to Tartarus and back. There was vomit everywhere- in her hair and on her face. On her blankets and pillow, but mostly covering Omar.

"Okay, I guess I owe you an explanation. The candy... they weren't candies. They where antiacids. I'm sorry. I was trying to poison you because I thought if you were dead, I would finally be free, but then I had second thoughts, and.. Ugh I hate explaining emotions! The point is, I technically saved your life so... we're cool?"

"I... I guess. I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to hurt you, I just... I couldn't control myself! You wouldn't understand, but I kinda deserved that. Payback for making you toss your cookies- or cupcakes in this case. Hee, he! Oww! It hurts to laugh. And it's really hard to breathe."

"Hey, I'd rather 'toss my cupcakes' than be covered in it." He spoke, the vomit beginning to cool and dry, creating an even more uncomfortable sensation that made him want to vomit himself.

"Hey, I know it's a lot to ask, especially because of all I've done to you, but would you mind making me some tea? It always settles my tummy." In all honesty, Omar would mind making her tea, because he wanted her to know what it felt like. But he couldn't do that to her.

"How about you call poison control and ask them if you're good while I take a shower. If they say your good I'll make you some tea, and if not then I go home."

"Deal. But only if you hand me the phone. I think if I move I'm gonna throw up again."

"For one, if there's anything left you should get all out, and for two, how could you have anything left, there must be at least a gallon or more of vomit already out!"

"If you want me to let you use my shower I suggest you shut up about the size of my stomach and hand me the damn phone." Burned by a pony. He handed her the phone on top of the dresser in her room. It was an old-school cord phone so he had to move the base as well."Thank you. Second door on your right." Despite the fact that his hair now smelled of cotton candy due to using Pinkie's shampoo, he was more than grateful to be clean.

He carried the steaming cups of camomile tea carefully up the stairs to Pinkie's bedroom. Only one intended for her. He was but no means a tea drinker, hell, it took him a good five minutes to figure how to work pinkie's 1890's style kettle, but after all his stomach had been through in the past few days, and the nausea triggered by being nauseated on made the curing liquid seem unresistible.

When Omar came back upstairs it seemed as if the vomit had multiplied. "I threw up more while you were gone." Pinkie sat up in bed sipping her tea. Omar sat in a chair next to her, and holding her hoof, as per her request.

He, much like Pinkie, slowly sipped at his tea. It was such a nice sensation, feeling the hot tea travel down his esophagus and splash down into his sore stomach. He hadn't realized how much his stomach was aching until the tea made him remember how good it felt to ingest something normal. He hadn't actually eaten anything but Pinkie's twisted cupcakes for days. He was actually starting to get used to the stomach aches. Pinkie was correct.

"Thank you for making the tea for me. I really do feel much better now. " She began to blush, though it was hard to tell as her coat was already a bubblegum pink. Omar began to blush as well. What is going on here?! he thought to himself. Am... am I falling for a pony that tried to murder me?! No, no, that can't be right. Sure she's kinda cute, but she's a my little pony from a horror game! This is nuts! This whole thing is nuts! He felt a warm sensation spreading throughout his body, starting in his stomach. It's just the tea that's doing that. Just the warm tea that's making me feel this way. He told himself.

"Friends?" Pinkie asked, sounding a lot stronger. (Burned AND friend-zoned. Pinkie is crushing it today!)

"Uhh... no. Just non-enemys." He replied, finishing the tea. Pinkie let him go home shortly after this, and she never bothered him again.

The end.

For real this time!

Seriously, this is the end!

Don't follow me and watch for sequels!

There won't be any.

Pinkie promise!

Author's Note

Holy crap I'm tired! This is so weird! I'm not kidding when I say that these descriptions of people/ponies vomiting made me a little queasy! This is my favorite of the two endings for obvious reasons. So, should I make a sequel and ship it, or has this gone too far already?