Carrot Top waved her signature vegetable in the air viciously; her arm flapping from the force it took her to move it around the room.
"Derpy Hooves!" she declared, "Derpy! It's time for my sponge bath!"
When she heard the sounds of hoofsteps approaching the room, the orange-haired pony's arm succumbed to gravity, flopping down uselessly by her side. Breathing heavily from even the tiniest amount of physical activity, Carrot Top pulled herself upwards and looked toward the door, hanging slightly ajar in its frame. Seeing a familiar silhouette pass by the crack of light outside the room, she sighed in content and settled back into her heavily fortified bed.
A timid, pale grey mare peeked her head around the door, her slightly-mismatched eyes showing concern and a tiny amount of fear.
"Yes, Carrot Top?" the pony asked nervously, "is it that time of the week already?"
The yellow pony groaned as she shifted position in her bed to get a better look at her companion.
"You know it is Derpy, don't you try to deceive me again!"
Lifting her right hoof once again, she shook the carrot thrice before throwing it rather pathetically in the direction of the grey mare. It fell out of the air almost as soon as it entered it, landing in between two of the enormous rolls of fat Carrot Top had accumulated over the years. Sinking in slowly, the orange vegetable disappeared into the depths of the yellow pony's body, never to be seen again.
Holding back a shudder, Derpy Hooves stepped slowly towards the bed her friend laid on, making her way through the battlefield of candy wrappers and spilled food that littered the floor around her. Next to the wooden mantle lay a large bucket of stagnant water and an old, shrivelled sponge. Grasping the handle gingerly in her mouth, the grey mare transferred it from the floor to the table that lay next to the large bed, similarly littered with rubbish.
The orange-haired pony grew impatient as her friend slowly picked up the sponge, ensuring that no stray water made its way into the back of her mouth.
"Hurry up, would you?" Carrot Top demanded, pounding her hoof against the side of the mattress, "Momma needs a good cleaning!"
"Roll over, please," Derpy Hooves mumbled as best she could with the cleaning utensil in her mouth, "I'm gonna start with your back."
A primeval groan emitted from the bedridden pony as she used all the effort she could to lift herself over onto her stomach. A foul odour dissipated throughout the room, sourced from some blackened, shrivelled object that had been trapped between the mattress and Carrot Top. Derpy Hooves choked back vomit as she realised it was the decrepit remains of Sparkler, the previous attendant of the orange haired pony before she disappeared mysteriously.
Suddenly panicking, Derpy dropped the sponge, knocking over the bucket of water in the process.
"What's going on back there?" grunted Carrot Top, displeased at the amount of noise.
"Nothing, nothing!" replied the grey mare as she reached onto the mattress to pull the remains of her friend out from under the yellow pony.
Carrot Top, feeling something sliding underneath, turned to roll back over. Derpy realised this a moment too late, and failed to pull herself to safety in time before the behemoth of yellow and orange crashed down on top of her. Crushed instantly, Derpy struggled pointlessly as the approach of death drew closer. As she left this world and her tiny body drew still, her accidental killer noticed she was missing and shifted around in her bed, trying to position her head so that she could see where her grey friend had gone. Feeling something uncomfortable on top of her mattress, Carrot Top rolled over once again, her engorged heart struggling to pump enough blood throughout her massive body.
Pulling the broken figure of Derpy Hooves out from underneath her, the orange haired pony stared in shock at what she had done to her friend.
"Derpy..." she managed to whisper, "Derpy, I'm so sorry!"
Cradling the body against her top roll of fat, Carrot Top sobbed gently into the blonde mane of her only friend. Sniffling, she caught a whiff of Derpy's natural scent, of her sweat and her blood.
A familiar rumbling began in her stomach, soft at first but growing as the overweight pony realised just how hungry she was. Pulling the nearest grey hoof towards her, she licked it tentatively to check the taste. Somewhat satisfied, Carrot Top smiled as she began to chow down into the twisted body of Derpy Hooves, and continued eating until there was nothing left but four hooves.
"Dinky," the yellow pony called out into the hallway, grasping a stray carrot from beside her pillow, "Dinky, it's time for momma's sponge bath...!"
