Pinkie’s Special Gift for Sweetie Belle

Rarity, grateful for Pinkie's help, readily accepts her offer to spend even more time with Sweetie, unaware of the dark secret that lies beneath Pinkie's cheerful demeanor.

Week after week, Pinkie showers Sweetie Belle with attention and care, creating a false front of joy and fun. She takes her on exciting adventures, visiting the Everfree Forest and the Ponyville Water Park, while also showering her with gifts and treats.

Unbeknownst to everypony, the consequences of Pinkie's earlier heinous actions start to manifest themselves. Sweetie Belle, innocent and unsuspecting, begins to experience bouts of sickness and nausea in the mornings. Confusion fills her big sister’s mind as Rarity struggles to understand the cause.

Rarity, concerned for her little sister, seeks medical advice, desperate to find answers. Doctors are baffled by the mysterious symptoms, unable to pinpoint a clear or definitive cause. Meanwhile, Pinkie watches from the sidelines, reveling in how well her plan was unfolding (and without any suspicions pointed toward her, no less).

As Sweetie Belle's discomfort from her unwitting pregnancy intensifies, Pinkie continues her charade, maintaining a façade of innocence and friendship. She offers support to Rarity, pretending to be just as perplexed by Sweetie Belle's condition.

One day, during a Sunday brunch at her home with Pinkie and Applejack, Rarity turns to her pink friend, “Pinkie, I'm at my wit's end! Sweetie Belle's sickness is getting worse with each nausea-filled morning, and the doctors can't figure out what's causing it. Do you have any idea?" Rarity asks, her voice filled with desperation.

Pinkie feigns innocence, a saccharine smile plastered on her face. "Oh, Rarity, I wish I knew! It's such a puzzling situation. But don't worry, I'm here for you. We'll figure it out together," she responds, her voice dripping with false sympathy.

“Yeah, Rarity, Ah’m sure we’ll find out what’s ailin’ Sweetie Belle soon enough,” added Applejack with a hopeful tone.

“I appreciate your help, girls, but I just have no idea what could be going on with her!”

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure she doesn’t have a bun in the oven,” blurted out Pinkie, covering up her glib line with a hearty helping of nervous laughter.

Applejack and Rarity looked at each other and then at Pinkie with concern and suspicion, but not knowing whether Pinkie had a hoof in this or was just being her usual quirky self, they decided to let the comment slide.

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As the weeks passed, Pinkie's offers to look after Sweetie Belle became ever more frequent and pushy. Each time, Rarity relinquished the opportunity to be alone with Sweetie Belle, causing her worry and concern to grow.

One day, as Sweetie Belle's morning sickness seems to subside momentarily, she seizes the chance to engage in a conversation with Pinkie, one on one.

"Pinkie, I don't know what I would do without you. You've been such a tremendous help during this difficult time. I can't express my gratitude enough," Rarity says, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Pinkie's eyes flicker. "Oh, Rarity, it's my pleasure. Sweetie Belle means the world to me, and I would do anything for her. And I mean anything! Just seeing her happy brings me so much joy," she replies, her words laced with a weird intensity.

Breaking down in the moment, Rarity begins to bawl and casts her hooves limply over Pinkie Pie.

“It’s just so h-hard,” she sobs. “I want to help my sister, but I’m worried she’s dying.”

“Don’t worry, Rarity. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

“I w-would give anything to make her better again…I would give my life for her to return to normal,” she wailed as her warm, salty tears rolled down her face and landed on Pinkie’s shoulder.

In this instant, Pinkie Pie's previous twisted desires clashed with a newfound sense of responsibility as she contemplated the consequences of her actions. Filled with worry and regret, she resolved to do the right thing and end Sweetie Belle's pregnancy.

Reconsidering the choices she made up to this point, Pinkie's mind races with conflicting emotions, her heart heavy with the weight of her own twisted desires. She knows that any foal born to Sweetie Belle would bear a striking resemblance to Big Mac and would potentially limit her abilities to live a full life; the thought of those undeniable consequences affecting Sweetie Belle filled her with dread.

Determined to rectify her mistake, Pinkie set out to devise a plan to give Sweetie Belle cupcakes laced with misoprostol, a medication she also kept in her case of pharmaceutical wonders, which was known to induce a spontaneous loss of pregnancy in mares. Realizing that this was dangerous and risky, Pinkie steeled her nerves, as it was the only way to spare Sweetie Belle from the burden of an unwanted and complicated situation.

With both trepidation and conviction, Pinkie decided to make the cupcakes, carefully measuring out the high doses of misoprostol needed, her hooves trembling with unease. As the cupcakes took shape, Pinkie was sure that innocent appearance would conceal the dark secret they held within.

“That should do the trick,” Pinkie proclaimed, taking the final product out of the oven and wiping the sweat from her brow.

As the time comes to execute her plan and feed the foal the cupcakes, Pinkie's heart pounds in her chest. She presents the cupcakes to Sweetie Belle, her voice filled with feigned cheerfulness as she walks in to check on the young filly and watch her for a few hours after school.

"Hey, Sweetie Belle! I made these special cupcakes just for you. I hope you enjoy them!" she says, her voice masking the turmoil she feels inside.

Sweetie Belle, none the wiser, gratefully accepts the offering. “These look amazing Pinkie, and they even have sprinkles, my fAvorite,” she says, her voice cracking as she takes a bite, unaware of the dangerous concoction hidden within the delectable treat.

As Sweetie Belle consumes the cupcakes, Pinkie watches nervously, anticipation and guilt gnawing at her insides. She knows that what she is doing is morally questionable, but believes it to be the only way to spare Sweetie Belle from a future filled with complications and heartache.

“Honestly, I should have thought of this a lot earlier and just not done any of this,” she admitted to herself in her head.

By the end of the week, Pinkie’s daily visits to look after Sweetie combined with the high doses she put into her treats meant that the foalsitter’s medication had started to take effect, causing increased bleeding and intense uterine cramping, plunging Sweetie Belle into a world of pain and suffering. Soon, Sweetie’s previously cheery and positive demeanor had been overturned by the pain she was in. Instead of bearing its characteristic smile, Sweetie Belle's face was now nearly constantly contorted with pain, her body wracked with agonizing cramps. She clutched her stomach with her hooves even when sitting still, tears streaming down her face from her beautiful light green eyes. Rarity, concerned and oblivious to the true cause of all of this, turned to Pinkie once again, pleading for even an ounce of support.

"Pinkie, what in the hay is happening to Sweetie Belle? The pain... it's unbearable to even watch, and the doctors still can't seem to find a diagnosis. Do you have any idea?" Rarity pleads, desperation lacing her words.

Pinkie, her heart heavy with guilt, summons her acting skills once more, her voice trembling as she responds. "Rarity, I... I don't know. It's so strange. But I promise you, I will do everything I can to find out what's wrong with Sweetie Belle. I won't rest until we have some answers," she says, her words laced with feigned concern.

Rarity clings to Pinkie, her grip tight with worry, unknowingly seeking solace from the one responsible for Sweetie Belle's suffering. "Please, Pinkie, you have to help her. I don't know what I would do if my little sister were to…p-pass away," she implores, her voice filled with anguish.

“I know what will help!” Pinkie thought to herself. “They always say that laughter is the best medicine! That’s what I’ll do! I’ll make Sweetie laugh and she’ll feel better.”

That night, with Rarity sleeping after a long and emotionally exhausting week, Pinkie was hanging out, playing a board game with Sweetie.

“Hey, Sweetie Belle! I've been doing some research, and I found this really interesting folk remedy that might help with the side effects of your…illness. It's a bit... unconventional, but some swear by it!”

“Oh, thank you so much, Pinkie. What is it?”

“Oh, nothing that bad. You just need to drink your own urine.”

Sweetie Belle's eyes widen in disbelief, a mixture of confusion and disgust crossing her features. “Pinkie, are you serious? Drinking my own urine? That sounds... gross and weird. Are you sure it will help?" she asks, her voice tinged with skepticism.

Pinkie, maintaining her shield of ostensibly earnest innocence, nods eagerly. "Oh, absolutely! It's an old folk remedy passed down through the generations. The elder ponies believe it can help with all sorts of things, including those nasty preg-...I mean, stomach ache symptoms. It may sound strange, but sometimes, the weirdest things work!"

Sweetie Belle hesitates, torn between her own discomfort and a desperate desire to find relief. "I... I don't know, Pinkie. It just seems so... odd. But if you really think it could help, I guess I could give it a try. Anything to make this pain go away," she reluctantly agrees.

Sweetie Belle, her face etched with uncertainty, reluctantly follows Pinkie's instructions. She collects a small cup from a kitchen cupboard and heads towards the bathroom, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts.

As she carefully fills the cup with her own urine, a shiver runs down Sweetie Belle's spine. The pungent scent of fillypiss fills the air, and she struggles to suppress her gag reflex, knowing that sickly golden liquid would have to be in her mouth soon. With a deep breath, she steadies herself and returns to the living room where Pinkie eagerly awaits.

Pinkie, her eyes gleaming with a mix of twisted pleasure and eagerness, offers an encouraging smile. "You're doing great, Sweetie Belle! This is going to help you feel sooo much better, I just know it," she says, her voice filled with sarcastic, sadistic delight.

Sweetie Belle, her hooves trembling, lifts the cup to her lips. The taste of her own urine fills her mouth, and she fights against the instinct to spit it out. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to swallow, the bitter liquid sliding down her throat.

The taste and odd mouthfeel overwhelm her senses, eliciting a wave of revulsion and discomfort. Sweetie Belle's face contorts with a mix of disgust and pain, tears welling up in her eyes as she fights against her body's instinctual rejection.

Pinkie watches with a twisted fascination. The sight of Sweetie Belle's suffering stirs a dark pleasure within her, a sinister satisfaction at the control she wields over the gullible and influenceable filly.

As the moments pass, Sweetie Belle fights against waves of nausea, her stomach churning with the unsettling concoction of urea and waste she has consumed. She casts a pleading glance at Pinkie, her voice filled with desperation.

"Pinkie, please... tell me this will help. I can't bear this pain any longer," she implores.

Pinkie's smile widens, her eyes glimmering with a twisted pleasure. "Oh, Sweetie Belle, trust me. This remedy has worked wonders for many. Just give it a little more time, and you'll start feeling better. I promise," she falsely reassures her.

With a sadistic grin, Pinkie leans in closer to Sweetie Belle, her voice dripping with a mix of pleasure and malicious glee as she was unable to hold in the joy from the success of her practical joke for even another second. "Oh, Sweetie Belle, you fell for it! It was all just a prank! Can you believe it? You drank your own urine for nothing!" she exclaims, her laughter echoing through the room.

Sweetie Belle's face contorts with a mix of shock, betrayal, and an intense pain that runs deeper than any physical suffering she has endured. Her voice trembles with a mixture of hurt and anger as she struggles to comprehend the depths of (or motives for) Pinkie's cruelty.

"Pinkie, how could you? I trusted you, and you took advantage of my pain! This is beyond a prank, it's sick! You’re sick!" she cries out, her voice choked with emotion.

Tears stream down Sweetie Belle's face as the weight of Pinkie's betrayal settles upon her. Pinkie's laughter continues to fill the room, her joy at Sweetie Belle's anguish apparent in every sinister chuckle.

Deciding to see how far she could gaslight the innocent foal, Pinkie settled down and added, “But Sweetie, I was just trying to make you laugh. I would never, ever do anything to intentionally hurt you.”

Pinkie, her eyes filled with a fake remorse, reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small, brightly colored pill. She holds it out to Sweetie Belle, "Sweetie, I'm so sorry for what I've done, especially if it hurt you. I didn't mean to hurt you like this at all. But I have something that might make you feel better, even if just for a little while. It's one of my special 'happy pills.' Take it, and you'll actually feel better.”

Sweetie Belle, lost in her sorrow, looks up at Pinkie. She hesitates for a moment, considering the offer before finally reaching out and taking the pill from Pinkie's hoof, so desperate for some good turn in her situation. With a deep breath, she swallows it, and within minutes, the effects begin to take hold. A warm sensation spreads through Sweetie Belle's body. Her inhibitions melt away, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of joy and liberation. Laughter bubbles forth from her, her cares and worries momentarily forgotten. Throwing caution and any control over her emotions to the teeth of the gale, Sweetie Belle starts laughing uncontrollably.

Meanwhile, Rarity, hearing Sweetie Belle’s unusually loud and prolonged laughter, dashes out of her room and hurries to the room where Pinkie and Sweetie were playing, finding Sweetie Belle in this altered state with Pinkie sitting in front of her attempting to stifle her laughs. Rarity’s concern transforms into a mixture of confusion and worry.

"Sweetie Belle, what's going on? Why are you acting like this? And Pinkie, what did you give her?"

Pinkie's smile wavers slightly as she tries to find the right words to explain. "Rarity, I... I gave her one of my 'happy pills.' I thought it might help her feel better after everything that happened. I didn't want her to suffer from her stomach aches.”

Rarity's worry deepens, her eyes narrowing as she looks at Pinkie. "Pinkie, what the hay are these pills? What are their side effects? I can't have Sweetie Belle relying on something like this. We need to find a healthier way to help her.”

“Don’t say it’s ecstasy. Don’t say it’s ecstasy. Don’t say it’s ecstasy. Don’t say it’s ecstasy,” Pinkie’s mind coaches her.

“Uhh, they’re…just…rainbow fun sparkle party pills?” Pinkie responded, clearly not sure how to answer.

Realizing Rarity would likely soon lose her cool and get upset at her, Pinkie stood up abruptly and ran out the door back to Sugarcube Corner. Rarity was left in her home, her mouth half-open, completely shocked (and now more than a little suspicious) of Pinkie and her interactions with her younger sister.

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After trying to calm down her hyperactive sister for the remainder of the night, the next morning, Rarity, deeply concerned about Sweetie Belle's altered state and Pinkie Pie's involvement, sought solace and guidance from her friend Twilight Sparkle. She trotted over as soon as she had a free moment to Twilight’s house and was welcomed warmly by her erudite friend.

Rarity, her brow furrowed with worry, started explaining the course of recent events to Twilight Sparkle with a sense of urgency. "Twilight, I'm so worried about Sweetie Belle. Something strange is happening at home, and Pinkie's involvement has me deeply concerned. I don't understand why she would do this to her.”

Twilight, her eyes filled with sympathy, listens intently to Rarity's worries. She ponders the situation, her face a mask of concentration as she tries to make sense of the puzzle laid before her. "Hmmmmm, I understand your concern, Rarity. Pinkie's behavior is definitely unusual, and it's affecting Sweetie Belle in ways we can't ignore. But I can't quite put my hoof on the problem. It's like there's a missing piece to this puzzle," she says.

Rarity sighs, her worry deepening as she struggles to find answers. "I've been trying to piece it all together, Twilight. I've considered Pinkie's past antics, her unpredictable nature…but this feels different. It's as if she's crossed a line, and I can't fathom why.”

“Rarity, I think we need to dig deeper. We should speak to the other girls, gather information, and see if there's a pattern emerging. Perhaps there's something we're missing, some clue that will shed light on Pinkie's recent behavior," she suggests.

“Fine, darling. I appreciate your assistance and advice. I just pray to Celestia we will find the root cause of all of this!”