To Do List

"Oh, off and away, I see," muttered Doctor Hooves, seeing that Big Mac had blinked out of his sight. He looked around the market, unable to spot him. "Hope he's doing better," he sighed. It was strange though that he'd just left his cart in town.

The songbirds twittered out of time as Fluttershy hacked and wheezed. "I'm… *cough* sorry, little birds but something just got caught in my throat I guess... Tastes a lot like semen," she added quietly.

"Ouch!" Cried Mrs. Cake. She turned her head to look back and saw a pink horseshoe mark on her flank. "Oh, honey," she giggled. "Your hooves really get around."

Mr. Cake stared at her bewildered from across the room as he shushed the babies.

"Where did the pie go?" she abruptly asked, frowning into the empty oven. She looked about the kitchen and gasped. "Where did anything go?" The place looked ransacked. Every order they'd filled was gone. There was nothing but empty boxes strewn across the counters and the floor.

Pinkie Pie poked her head in through the swinging door. "Umm…" she began in a worried tone. "We have a small problem in the front."

The two Cakes exchanged nervous glances before following her to the front counter where a devastating sight met their eyes. Every rack and shelf was empty. There was nary a crumb left of their products.

"What happened?" gasped Mr. Cake, wide-eyed.

"We'll have to bake till tomorrow afternoon to recover from this!" cried Mrs. Cake.

Trixie scanned over the awestruck crowd, now completely lost and bemused. “What the actual fuck?” she whispered touching the mask on her face and then noticing her new manestyle. “That’s not what I…”

The masquerade clad members of the audience looked each other over in amazement and began to rave and applaud the magician for her apparent incredible feat of magic.

Trixie tilted up her moon mask. “Uh… Thankyou.” She tried to regather her stage presence and took a bow. “Tell your friends about the Great and Powerful Trixie!” she grinned awkwardly.

Silver Spoon wretched as she spit out a mouthful of cum on her school desk. Her vision was clouded and blurry. She stuck her tongue out in disgust as she removed her semen-drizzled glasses and squinted down at the lenses. “Wh- what happened? What is all this stuff?”

Diamond Tiara clutched her stomach in pain. Her mane was a frazzled mess. “I don’t feel very well. I’m really sore… or something.” She parted her legs to try and get into a more comfortable position. Her thighs stuck to the seat as she shifted. “Eew,” she groaned. “What am I sitting on?”

Twist quizzically licked her lips, detecting some mysterious salty, musky residue.

Cheerilee rolled off of her desk in a daze and the Cutie Mark Crusaders shifted uncomfortably in their seats from an unknown agitation. Only the boys, save for Rumble, who’s ass hurt, were still on task and confused by the classwide disruption of the science lesson.

“Hello?” called Derpy, looking around in the blackness. “Helloooo?” she cried again but nopony was there and she could see nothing. She was afraid to move. “Is it night now? She asked herself or anyone who might be there in the dark. “Did I go to bed?”

“No, Derpy,” sighed Roseluck.

Derpy blinked in amazement as the whole post office materialized before her.

“You just had a mailbag stuck on your head.”

Vinyl Scratch sighed and rolled over in her bed. She felt a familiar wetness between her hind legs and opened her eyes. She slid a hoof across her crotch and looked at it to see a smear of glistening cum. Vinyl furrowed her brow as she tried to recall an explanation for this. When she couldn't come up with one, she just shrugged and went back to bed. A moment later there came a pounding at the door and her eyes shot open again.

“Vinyl! Are you in there?" called her roommate, Octavia. "The strangest thing just happened. I was practicing one moment and then the next, I just appeared laying on the sofa and my twat started gushing spunk like a bloody firehose. I don’t even know who’s or how but anyway I can’t find the emergency spunk sponge and I know you used it last.”

Applejack shivered under her blanket on the sofa. "They should be back from town by now," she muttered gloomily. Sick as she was, she still felt well enough that she'd convinced herself she could go outside. "Ah can at least water," she argued. That would be one thing that Big Mac wouldn't have to do.

She rolled off of the cushions to her hooves and plodded slowly to the door. She left the house, refusing to relinquish her blanket. The warm sun felt nice on her body but she still needed that blanket. As she crossed in front of the barn, something up high caught her attention. She looked up at the hayloft and gasped in horror. There, hanging by the neck from the pulley rope was a big red stallion, his eyes hollow, tongue hanging out as he swayed gently in the soft breeze. Scruffy, sickly looking and flabby, she could hardly recognize the pony he'd become.