The Cakes' Special Treats

Pinkie woke up in a pitch black room.

She fumbled around, trying to find the chain for her lightbulb, but no light when she pulled it.

'Did it burn out or... they probably removed it, what are they trying to hide?'

She grabbed a cookie from her mane and snacked on it. The cookie tasted great, just like it was on the plate, except for the stray hairs.

She only did that for a bit, it was kinda boring, so she spent the rest of the time pacing. It wasn’t for long; the lights flashed on, interrupting Pinkie mid-step.

"Surprise!" the couple yelled.

The room was covered with streamers and balloons, perfect for a party. There was an enormous banner stretching from one end of a wall to another. It read 'Happy Birthday!' There was also a small cake decorated in Pinkie's colors on a table, and a present.

'I've been here for 11 months?'

"I've been here for 11 months!" she said with a snarl. Her furious outburst startled the Cakes, but they tried to pretend they weren’t scared.

Mr. Cake slowly put a party hat on Pinkie, then quickly backed away.

"We made a party for you," Cupcake said, "You always talk about how much you love them, so we figured that might cheer you up. You haven’t really been acting like yourself much lately."

Pinkie laughed, "Um, yeah. Most ponies would have a drastic worldview and personality change if they had to live every day trapped beneath the ponies who foalnapped them and kill ponies for fun."

She shoved a lot of magic into her head and waited for it to turn soft. It only took a second, and soon she could squeeze out of the chain.

"Let's party!" Pinkie yelled before the Cakes could process what happened to her head. She smiled and sounded much happier than she really was. But before she began the celebrations, she needed to know something important.

"Is this how you'll treat your foals in the future? Would you lock them up too and starve them if they misbehave?"

Carrot Cake looked ready to cry. "Of course not, Pinkie. We'd never-"

"Then why'd you do it to me? Because of 'unfortunate' circumstances outside of my control and completely within yours, I'm under your care. I'm practically your foal. So who's to say you won't treat your biological foals the same?" she paused for a second. "Just food for thought. Now let's have some fun. What's first? Ooh, is that pin the tail on the donkey? Let's play."

The Cakes blindfolded her, though she said that wasn't necessary, "I can just stab my eyes and heal them afterward, it's no biggie."

After being spun, Pinkie tried to stick the tail onto the paper donkey's flank. The fact she had a piece of tape instead of a pin did not escape her. She failed miserably. Pinkie fell into a fit of giggles when she saw the donkey's tail taped on their ear.

"Oh no, he's tail-less, it's like Veiled Sun!" Her reference to one of her victims visibly put the Cakes on edge. "He was fun, this was fun. Are you guys gonna play?"

Carrot Cake finally spoke his mind, "I'm sorry, Pinkie, but I wouldn't feel safe being blindfolded with you here, even with my wife standing right next to me." He tensed after saying it, probably worried about Pinkie's reaction.

"Fair, what about you?" She said, turning to Cupcake.

"No, I wouldn't feel comfortable either."

Pinkie gave a small smile, "I'm glad you guys know what it felt like to be me, and everypony else here. After all, it's what you deserve. Let's keep having fun. What's next?"

They played for hours, and it was fun, more fun than she had in months. Pinkie almost forgot how amazing parties could be. She knew the best ways to increase everypony's fun. It was her special talent, after all. She couldn't ignore the reason they were throwing the party, though. It was nothing more than a bribe to get Pinkie 'back to normal.' She couldn't fully enjoy herself because of that fact. She had fun, but not as much as she had back home.

Eventually, it was time for cake. She received a large slice. They didn't use a knife, instead; they used floss.

'Really? Am I that untrustworthy?'

It was a white cake with pink vanilla and marshmallow frosting. There were blue and yellow marshmallows on top in the pattern of her cutie mark. 'Happy Birthday Pinkie' was written in icing. She took a bite of the cake and smiled. She'd never had a marshmallow before and said so out loud.

"Wait really?" Carrot asked, "We never gave you one?"

Pinkie took another bite. "Nope, I've only read about them. This is the first time I've had one."

"Do you want some more?"

She shoved more cake in her face and nodded furiously.

The Cakes shared a look, then Mr. Cake went upstairs.

After another bite, Pinkie, with her mouth full, said, "This is a pretty lame way to get me to like you again."

"Well, is it working? You seem to get along better with Carrot." Cupcake said.

She chewed for a second, then swallowed. "I wasn't mad at either of you, just kinda scared for your future foals. Well, as worried as I can be, which really isn't much. I've already said I don't mind you foalnapping me. I just don't want you to do anything like this to other kiddos."

"What do you mean by you are only slightly scared for them?"

Pinkie didn't answer for a second, formulating a response. "So you know dolls? And how foals like some dolls more than others?"

Cupcake nodded, brow furrowed.

"That's what other ponies are to me. I care a lot about some and don't for others. If I lost a doll that I never used, I wouldn't be upset. But, if there was a toy I loved my whole life, I’d be devastated. The doll I never cared for is a pony like Woken Dead, who’s gone now, but the little time I had with him made me happy. But ultimately, he's just a toy. Who cares that he died? He’s just a dumb toy. A doll I really adore is somepony like Maud. I don't hate any dolls because that's too much effort. Your future foals are dolls I'm interested in, like a toy in a store window. That's how I view all ponies, not as ponies, but as something fun."

Cupcake opened her mouth but didn't speak. After a minute, she finally said, "Why did you wait for Carrot to leave before saying this?"

Pinkie looked at Mrs. Cake. Her smile grew, and her eyes narrowed. "He has enough to deal with. With the love of his life being a killer. Poor Carrot Cake probably worries every day that he'll end up on the table if he steps out of line."

Cupcake tried to interrupt, "Pinkie Pie-"

"Of course, he'll never tell you... he's too scared to. He's just like me before I realized you literally can't hurt me."

"I'd stop talking if I were you," Cupcake said sternly.

"Are you threatening me? Will you threaten your foals?"

"Stop Pinkie-"

The basement door opened, and Mr. Cake came down with a bag. "We used all the store's marshmallows in your cake, so I ran to get some more."

He placed the bag near the cake, opened it, and dumped a hoof-full on another slice of cake. Then gave it to Pinkie, who greedily accepted.

"Honestly, this birthday kinda sucks, but it's better than all the other days here, so thanks!"