Spirit of Dying

Carrot Cake and Cup Cake trudged down the muddy road away from the train station. The wedding they had catered was horrible. The bride and groom had gotten into a fight and the cake had ended up as the weapon of choice. In the end, the Cakes only got paid a third of what they were supposed to get. Carrot Cake sighed as he hauled the wagon.

"This day can't get any worse."

Cup Cake flicked an ear at her husband, staring at something down the road.

"What is it, Cup?"

Carrot Cake looked down the road to see Twilight Sparkle galloping towards them. The purple mare skidded to a stop in front of them, panting.

"Well hello Twilight. Is everything alright?"

Twilight shook her head no.

"L-Last night somepony broke into Sugar Cube Corner and-"

Mrs. Cake dropped the bag she had been holding.

"Where are the twins?!"

"A-at the hospital, but-"

Both Carrot and Cup Cake galloped down the wet road, headed straight for the hospital. The herd Twilight call after them, but her voice was muffled by their pounding hooves. Within record time, the Cakes burst into the hospital. A frantic Cup Cake grabbed a near by nurse.

"M-MY FOALS?! WHERE ARE MY FOALS?!"

"Ma'am, please calm down and tell me your name and the foals names, and I'll find them!"

Carrot Cake gently pulled his wife off the nurse and into a hug.

"I'm Carrot Cake and this is my wife, Cup Cake. We have twin foals. A male pegasus named Pound and a female unicorn named Pumpkin."

The nurses eye's widened.

"Oh. Oh. Come with me please."

The nurse led the distraught parents into a white hospital room, where Pumpkin and Pound Cake sat together on a hospital bed. A doctor stood over them, lollipops in his hoof.

"Oh my foals!"

Cup Cake rushed forward and scooped up the twins in a hug.

"Mama! Mama!"

Pumpkin and Pound Cake wrapped themselves around her, almost trying to fuse to their mother. Carrot came up behind them and hugged his family. Both parents turned to the doctor.

"What happened? A-Are they going to be alright?"

The doctor smiled sadly. Mrs. Cake felt her stomach flip.

"They're fine. The only thing we had to do was give them a good bath to get the mud off. There's not a scratch on them. Of coarse, young Miss Pinkie Pie made sure of that."

Cup Cake and Carrot Cake frowned.

"Is. . . is Pinkie Pie alright? Where is she?"

"I'm sorry, we can only disclose that to family. . ."

"She's our niece!"

The doctor looked at the Cake family suspiciously, but he sighed and nodded.

"When she was brought in, she was hysterical. We had to sedate her. She has substantial bruising on her neck and back. A sprained back hoof. It seems nothing was broken. . . "

"Where is she now? Can we see her?"

"She'll be back in this room in a short time. Right now she. . . is having a. . . procedure done. . . "

Mr. Cake raised and eye and stepped forward, almost threatening.

"What kind of procedure?"

The doctor sighed and lowered his head.

"A rape kit."

Mrs. Cake calmly placed the twins back on the hospital bed. Her eyes then rolled up into the back of her head, and she fell unconscious.

When Cup Cake awoke several minuets later, Pinkie Pie had been rolled back into the room. She lay still, staring blankly at the wall in front of her.Several small bandages covered her face and shoulders. Her normally curly hair was drooping slightly, casting a shadow across her pale face. Pumpkin and Pound cake were curled up at her side. Pinkie had a foreleg wrapped around them.

Carrot and Cup Cake walked slowly over to their adoptive daughter.

"Pinkie. . . ?"

Pinkie Pie looked over at them. Her eyes crinkled slightly and she frowned. She looked down at the Twins and then back up at them. Tears started to gather in her eyes as she tried to hold back a sob.

"Oh, Pinkie."

Soon all of them held each other. Pinkie Pie in the center, sobbing.