Pinkie Pie gets diabetes?

After nearly an hour of Twilight explaining the gruesome effects of not treating yourself properly, Pinkie's usual pink face was now covered with a thin mask of green. She was about ready to lose the heavily frosted cupcakes she had for breakfast as Twilight showed her some explicit pictures of the effects of diabetes if left untreated ,which was by no means just plain nauseating. Twilight also told Pinkie that she will inform the Cake family of her condition and would advise them on what to feed Pinkie that does not include large amounts of sugar such as salads, fruits and oats.

         When Pinkie reached Sugarcube Corner, her workplace and home, she mopes onward to her room past the Cakes who ask her if she was alright, only for her to reply with a "Twilight'll tell you". As she reaches her room, she checks her little alarm clock and see's that it was only four in the afternoon. However, knowing this she still crawled onto her bed slowly and closed her eyes just waiting for the day to pass.

         The following morning, Pinkie's alarm clock goes off with a loud ring. She reaches for the clock lazily and tried hitting the button to turn it off only to miss several times. She growls lightly and grabs the clock and throws it. It smashes against the wall and breaks apart. Springs, plastic and wooden pieces scatter across a part of her room. She yawns and glides from under the covers. As soon as she is out she stretches her limbs hearing a couple cracks. She smiles with eyes half closed and goes downstairs awaiting the prospect of a sugary treat. When she gets to the dining area she sees the Mrs. Cake placing a bowl emitting a trail of steam onto the table.

         She stares into the bowl and sees a light brown sludge. She bends down slowly and sniffs it. It was a strange smell. Usually Pinkie would be weirdly curious about a smell she hasn't smelt before but this was not one of those times. Cringing she asks what the contents of the bowl were.

         "Why it's oatmeal dearie".

         "Oatmeal?"

         Suddenly, the situation finally dawns on her as she realizes that she has forgotten about yesterday's events. Frowning she dips her snout into the bowl and eats a small bit of it.

         It tasted horrible. Especially since it HAD no taste.

         "Yucky", she whispers quietly.

         Mrs. Cake heard what she had said and told her that it was for her own good.

         "Can I at least add a teensy weensy bit of syrup?", she asked almost begging. She smiled sweetly and held her hooves together with eyes sparkling full of hope.

         The blue pony sighs. "I'm sorry Pinkie but it's for your own health".

         "Not even an eensy weensy teensy little bit?"

         "Sorry Pinkie"

         "How about a crumb of sugar? PLEEASSEE???"

         Mrs. Cake rolls her eyes and goes to a nearby cabinet pulling out a small bag of sugar. She sticks a hoof into the bag and shifts it around slightly before pulling out what appeared to be, as Pinkie said, a crumb of sugar in all it's magnificent shining glory. She turns back to Pinkie and flicks the crumb or speck of sugar into the bowl. Pinkie deflates at this, she crosses her arms and pouts.

         "I didn't mean a literal crumb..."

         She continues to stare at the bowl of oatmeal for a few moments before sighing and dipping her snout in again and starts eating the now cold goop. Mrs. Cake has never seen her so depressed. Not being able to eat as much sugar as before was really taking a toll on her. That was when she thought of a bright idea that would cheer Pinkie up right as rain.

         "Well Twilight did say you could eat a couple treats a week..."

         Pinkie stared at Mrs. Cake, mouth agape before grinning madly. The blue chubby pony left for the kitchen for a few minutes before returning with a cupcake in hoof.

         "Now remember Pinkie. Only two treats a w-", she wasn't able to finish her sentence before the now ecstatic Pinkie Pie leaped into the air, grabbing the cupcake from her hoof, tumbled to the floor and stuffing her face with the cupcake. Frosting covered her snout but before anyone could point it out her tongue slid from out and licked around her mouth to clean the frosting.

"Okay Pinkie, you can only have one tr-"

"CanIhaveitnow?"

"Uh, don't you wanna save it f-"

"Whataboutnow?"

"Actually I think that you should save it anot-"

"NowcanIhaveitnow?", Pinkie has a wide grin, her left eye twitching slightly.

What. Had. She done. Giving her that cupcake may have settled her sadness but it seemed to also weakened her sanity. Let's just say that she was hungry for some sugar, if you know what I mean. Wink wink. (Which you should since it's definitely not suggesting anything dirty because this story IS set for Everyone. Nope. Nothing adult orientated here).

Pinkie's eye began to twitch more violently and was just about to leap for the door that lead to the bakery to consume every sugary treat in her path before a frying pan hit Pinkie at the back of the head. Her body twitched for a second before slumping to the floor. Mrs. Cake was stunned, she hadn't hit her. She then heard the sound of somepony clearing her throat. Turning she saw Twilight Sparkle standing near the back door with the frying pan floating next to her. Twilight moved towards Pinkie's body and poked her side.

"She's fine, just knocked out", saying to no one in particular before facing Mrs. Cake and saying "Luckily I got here in time".

Mrs. Cake raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"I came to check on Pinkie. Just to make sure that she would be alright and also to make sure she hadn't gone crazy yet.". The blue mare nods at this.

Twilight's horn glows purple and so does Pinkie's body. The magic lifts up her body.

"I'll just bring her to her room for you", she says to Mrs.Cake who nods again still silent mouth with her mouth slightly agape.

It takes several hours before Pinkie Pie wakes up on her bed. She opens her eyes and feels a sharp pain on the back of her head. She felt like she was hit with a frying pan. She touches the spot and feels a small bump. She starts rubbing it but doing that only intensified the pain causing her to whimper slightly and quickly removes her hoof from it.

"Ugh. Probably shouldn't have went crazy there",she says to herself knowing somepony must have knocked her unconscious when she had her back turned. She walked to the bathroom and opened a small cabinet with a mirror at the front. Inside of it were a couple tubes of pink toothpaste, and extra pink toothbrush with pink bristles, a hairbrush, a bottle of sleeping pills, a pink hairbrush, a jar with a small alligator tooth inside of it, mouthwash (Which, by the way, is also pink) and finally a bottle of Aspirin. She grabs the bottle, twists off the cap and gently tips it causing a couple of pills to fall out onto her hoof. She gets a cup of water, tosses the pills into her mouth before taking a large gulp of water.

She puts that bottle back into the cabinet and walks out of the bathroom and goes for her phone.

"Fine then. If I can't get any treats here then I'll get something just as good".

She picks up the phone and starts to put in a few numbers before moving it on her ear.

"Hello?", a pause. "Yeah it's me. Do you mind meeting at midnight near our usual meeting place? Yes it's business. Yes bring the usual stuff. Great, see you there". A click is heard indicating that the call was over.

She puts the phone back down and gives a sly grin. Quietly giggling to herself excited about the transaction of goods.

"Now I just have to wait, for-", she goes to check her clock before she remembers that she broke it earlier. She pulls opens a cupboard next to her bed and takes one of the many extra clocks at random. She checks the time.

"What?! It's only two o' clock?", she puffs her cheeks and huffs before sighing. "I guess I better find something to do for another ten hours.

Five minutes pass before she decides to go out to Ponyville. As she walks through the town she hears a voice call out to her. She turns to see an orange mare with a blond mane, wearing a stetson hat and had a cutie mark of three red apples on her flank. It was Applejack.

"Hey there sugarcube!"

"Oh hi Applejack!", she happily replied.

"So I heard about what happened with you. Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine"

"Are you sure? Cause Twilight said that she had ta innervene after you ate a cupcake this mornin"

'So that's who hit me', Pinkie thought to herself. Knowing Twilight did it for her own good.

"I'm doing fine Applejack, you don't have to worry about me".

"Well if ya say so. Also if you really needed something sweet you coulda just come on over to ma stand! I woulda given you an apple. You know how sweet they are. Besides, their healthy!"

'Why didn't I think of that?', Pinkie questions herself in thought.

"Well if ya need anythin' don't hesitate to call me".

"I will Applejack. Thanks for your concern", she replies gratefully.

Applejack gives a wave of her hoof before going on with her own business. Pinkie waves back and as Applejack moves away from her line of sight she sighs. After seven hours of walking through Ponyville, talking to friends who pass by her and looking through candy stores and longing for something sugary to eat, the sky starts to get dark and she heads for home.

"Only have to wait for three more hours".

When she gets home the Cakes already had dinner ready. Each of them had daisy sandwiches with hay fries on the side and a cup of apple juice to wash down the food. Poundcake and Pumpkin Cake both had mashed carrots with a bottle of milk. After she was done with dinner, Pinkie left for her room to take a bath but not before checking the clock first.

She went on to have a warm bath, dry off and brush her teeth. She closed the door to the bathroom and set the clock in front of her as she laid on her bed.

"Less than three hours before... hehehe", she giggled to herself.

After staring at the clock for about ten minutes she began to feel tired. She tried keeping her eyes open but soon failed as drowsiness overtook her. Suddenly, her eyes shot open but soon started to close her eyes again.

"No. Must. Stay up. Must not be late. For..."

She fell asleep. In her dreams she dreamed of eating cotton candy trees, showering in chocolate waterfalls, running through streets of sugar, meeting candy people of all shapes and sizes all in a massive kingdom of sweets.