A Face Full of Pastry

The gray filly fled through the desert, and the veg-slingers followed.

Despite her best efforts, Dinky Doo found herself cornered by the three stallions, as the open areas of the desert ran dry and the steep walls of the gorge blocked her in. She could only put her back up against the wall, sit down and wait, as even snapping at them could only egg them on, and no magic spells came to her mind. As she looked into the eyes of her predators, they started to grin, edging in closer and closer, and bringing the vegetable along with them.

Dinky always knew that she should eat her vegetables, but the vegetables were how this all started, and if Corona had her way, the vegetables were how it was going to end. One of the stallions passed a veg to their leader, illuminating what was now revealed to be a squash with an unearthly glow. While all vegetables were bad now, squash was the worst, not because it turned you in to one of them, they all did that, but squash was yucky, and that just wouldn't do. Dinky put her horn forward, knowing she wasn't going to win a tug of war, but trying to spear the false fruit, anything to not let it get into her mouth.

But the Earth Ponies were quicker, lifting and pinning the filly against the wall while the unicorn levitated the squash in close, grinning his feral grin. If she opened her mouth to tell them off now, it would only allow them to finish her quicker, so she closed her eyes, and waited for the end. But it never came, as a rush of wind nearly clipped her nose, laced with but a hint of raspberry and some powdered sugar.

"You know, Colts should only pick on Fillies their own size."

Dinky flinched, dropping to the ground and instinctively opening her eyes on arrival. An overturned steaming tart lay on the ground before her, the squash's juices hissing, contained by it's sweet counterpart. The three stallions turned their attention to the owner of the sentence, taking in the sight that they beheld.

A long, long shadow had covered all of them, in the intervening time between Dinky's rescue, and following it back, they saw the setting sun, and the figure against it, walking towards them. As their eyes adjusted, the figure became a blue, unicorn mare, horned covered by a dirt brown fedora, but tell tale blue auras around a series of pies she was levitating. The pack of stallions  growled at her, but the blue mare only smiled.

"A Mister Punk Cakes, I presume. Wanna tell me what a baker like you is doing forcing squash down some poor kid's throat?"

The stallions stepped back as their leader, Punk, addressed the new player. "Stay out of this, horsie," he said, tramping his foot, "she's asking too many about how my cooking spell works, and I ain't in right a mood to talk about it."

The mare stared down the stallion from under the hat's brow. He was already grasping a vegetable to match each of her pies, as a crow off in the corner gave the inevitable screech that right here and right now, something was going to go down.

"I am, believe it or not.  A long line of caterers on call for hosting the engagement party of Mi Amore Cadenza, and all of them the night before got sick something awful," She tilted her hat, and the foal finally caught a glance of her piercing purple eyes, "So the food needed to be put together at the last minute, and guess who was the only name in town who could handle that big an order?"

Punk laughed, "And you plan on accusing me of something, Miss Mare with No Name?"

Dinky worked herself to her feet. "Her name is Miss Lulamoon you dummy, and she's my friend and the Element of Magic, and you're going down cause she can file reports on you!"

Trixie sighed,  "Dinky, Would you like to give them my address too?"

Dinky managed to work her way behind Trixie, "I thought they should know who they dealing with, just in case they want to give up before you cream them." She pointed out, "with Cream."

Punk shook his head and moved in on the two, his comrades flanking in and managing to corner Trixie as well. Then he layed down his ultimatium, "Imma gonna give you one more chance to get your flanks outta Dodge here before you both find yourself up to your neck in vegetables from your inside out, if yall don't leave us be."

Trixie raised her hooves over her head and dropped her pies to the ground, taking Dinky in close to her. "I'm gone like a naked bear Sasquatch once you answer my one more question. Whatta yall plan to do about my friends?" She let out a long, sharp whistle that echoed off into the distance.

In an instant, a series of heads popped out of nowhere, two ponies from beyond the lip of the gorge, one from a overhanging cloud, and two from further out, boxing in the group of three ponies along with their hostages, all of them armed with assorted pies. Trixie grinned at how the plan came together.

"Now let me give you a chance, you come quietly and tell us how we can dispell the food, or you find yourself in a thirty pie pileup with enough raw caloric firepower to drop an Ursa."

The ponies looked at one another, and dropped their weapons, the vegetables bouncing to the ground like bouncing vegetables tend to do on sand. They looped around and walked into the open air, and dropping to their knees to be taken in. Trixie looked over her comrades in arms, and smiled on the first thing that actually went right today. Then she figured "what the hell," and gave the signal to bombard them with pie anyway, just in case.

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PIELANDER

Kathleen Barr.......................Trixie Lulamoon

Tara Strong..........................Raindrops

Lara Jill Miller.......................Carrot Top

Wendee Lee........................Lyra Heartstrings

Tabitha St. Germain............Ditzy Doo

Nicole Oliver........................Cheerilee

BASED ON THE WORKS OF THE LUNAVERSE BY RAINBOW DOUBLE DASH