The Cakes' Special Treats

Pinkie looked at herself in the newly added mirror. "I didn't realize my mane had gotten so long. Or maybe because my hair’s flat now. Can somepony cut it again?" she asked Mr. Cake. Her mane was now past her shoulders.

Mr. Cake nodded, "I'll tell Cupcake."

"Actually, can I cut my mane myself?"

"Sure, I guess, if that's what you want."

Pinkie grinned, "Yeah, I'll do it myself. I want some rocks as well."

Carrot looked slightly puzzled. "Like gems? Or random ones from the street? How will that help with your hair?"

"No, silly, I want to eat them. I grew up on a rock farm. They were like half of our diet, and I miss it. We did everything with rocks, including eating them. I'm not picky so just give me some from the Everfree."

"That's gotta be one of the weirdest requests you've ever made, I'll tell Cupcake. She might have some pretty gems you can ...eat?"

"I don't want pretty rocks. I want free-range ones, caged rocks aren't as nice. Try to get a variety, I don't want to get stuck snacking on a gross one."

"Okay. We'll go get them. You are the strangest filly I've ever met, you know that, right?"

"What kind of story would this be if I wasn't! A boring one, I'll tell you that."

He went out looking very concerned. Pinkie waited a few hours before they came down. She cut her hair while they were gone. She cut her hair with a razor, sloppy, but it worked.

She only had one chunk of hair left to cut, 'Hmm, let's test this out,' she drew the blade across her hair but also cut shallowly into her neck. No blood though, instead her neck split like jello before reforming.

"Hah, I really am invincible."

They came down later in the day. She was secretly hoping they would bring down a friend, but they only had a bag.

"Rocks?" she asked.

Mrs. Cake nodded, "Here you go, rocks," she placed the bag down near Pinkie.

"Carrot said you wanted to eat them, but that couldn't be right. You must want to something else with them, right-" she cut herself off when she glanced at Pinkie, who was currently shoving a small stone in her mouth.

Pinkie cringed and spit the pebble out, "Quartz, ew. Maud likes quartz, but I never did. I was hoping for marble or pegmatite." She closed her eyes and drew out another rock, "Guessing game time, let's see which one this is," sniffed it, "Slate," she then stuck the stone in her mouth, "Yup! Slate is nice, not as nice as others, but I like it."

"Hah hah, Pinkie, you’re hilarious," Cupcake said sarcastically, "Spit it out before you hurt your teeth."

"I'm not gonna hurt anything. I'm invulnerable, and my entire family eats rocks. See," she crunched down. Fine sand covered her mouth that made it delectably dry. She swallowed, then reached for two pebbles.

"Want some? These are good," she held out her hoof, "This one is limestone, and this is basalt," she said, "They're softer than lots of others."

"No thanks. Even if they're soft, they're still rocks. How soft are they?" Carrot said.

"Well, my sisters and I used to chew on those rocks when we were teething. Maud and Blinkie could crush them within minutes. Of course, Inkie and I weren't born yet, so those are only stories." Pinkie thought for a second before gasping, "Oh, I know! So do you guys have magic plant powers?"

Mrs. Cake answered, "Yeah? We're earth ponies. It's not as good as some ponies like The Apple Family, but it's okay."

Pinkie grinned, "I knew it! I don't have any magic plant powers! I instead have magic rock powers. It's still related to the Earth, but it works differently. I think that's also why we have Pie senses, like how I can predict stuff when my body does weird movements. Everypony in my family has something like that. Maud can find anything. She was great and tried to not use it when we were playing hide and seek. It's sometimes involuntary, but we can suppress it if we try."- she took a big breath -"That's also why we can eat and grow rocks, because of our special rock powers."

Pinkie placed the basalt on a plate. She stood up and sent a bit of magic to her hooves to help crush it. The rock turned to dust. She handed the plate to Cupcake. "Here, try it now."

Cupcake picked up a small amount then stuck it in her mouth, "Tastes like chalk."

"Silly, you just have unrefined tastes, chalk tastes like chalk, and basalt tastes like basalt, usually. Sometimes they form differently, so they taste different, but they usually look weird, too. This looks like basalt dust."

Mrs. Cake looked at the walls. "Why didn't you use your magic to get out?"

"Two reasons. It wouldn't have made as fun of a story if I got out in the second chapter, and I was too scared and weak. Concrete isn't like a normal rock. It's thousands of rocks and mortar. I can't break the mortar because it is already made of crushed rocks and other non-rock stuff. Regular rocks I can break, but I can only weaken them but not break them. I'd also have to crush each individual pebble. By the time I had calmed down enough to use any magic, I was too weak from hunger," she said with a smile. Pinkie was happily oblivious to how horrifying her sentence was. "Maud and Blinkie learned more about our magic since they're older. Inkie and I are going to learn more when we become their age since it's harder and more dangerous."

She grabbed another quartz from the bag and crushed it on another plate. She sampled it then cringed, "Yup, this is quartz, try this one."

Cupcake and Carrot tried it, "This also tastes like chalk."

Pinkie looked at the plate, then at her muzzle. "You guys are weird."