//------------------------------// // Cookies // Story: Cookies // by AleneShazam //------------------------------// Cookie Jam was a special little pony. She was special, because her cutie mark was a cookie. And moreover, it could be clicked. And then a little sound would play, and a cookie would appear. This made Cookie Jam very annoyed. When she was little, this was quite cool. She had infinite cookies, wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted. All the fillies wanted to be friends with her, and all the colts wanted to ‘tap dat cutie mark’. But when she grew older, this became an inconvenience. Every time she brushed against a tree, or a wall, or a chair, or a another pony, a cookie’d appear, and bounce off her head. Nobody wanted to eat the cookies that had fallen onto the ground, so they went to waste. They would hit other ponies, annoying them. And if a pony tapped her cutie mark, they grew addicted, tapping more and more and more. So more cookies appeared. And she was followed around by several stallions (and mares) with a strange hunger in their eyes, their hooves aiming at her plot. Soon, she had too many cookies to count. Her house became nothing but a glorified cookie storage spot. Her bed was overrun with cookies, her bathroom was constantly flooded with cookies as water ran down her mark, and her meals consisted almost entirely of cookies. She was rather sick of this life. One day, she had enough. She would see somepony about it. She went to the doctor. Careful not to let anypony touch her, she trotted determinedly over to the hospital. Pushing open the double doors, she went inside. The doors brushed against her mark, causing a cookie to bounce off her head. She groaned. Walking over to the reception, she filled in some personal information, and was waved in by the doctor. “So, what seems to be the problem? Are you sick? Broken bones?” He asked, gesturing at a seat for Cookie to sit in. Carefully, she manoeuvred herself into the seat. Her rear touched the cushioning, and a cookie bounced off her head. She groaned. “This is the problem, doc. Every time something brushes against my cutie mark, a cookie appears. See?” She tapped her cutie mark. A cookie appeared, which she caught deftly with her tongue, munching on it with a vengeance. “Is this supposed to happen?” “Well, I’ve never seen anything like it.” The doc scratched his head thoughtfully. “Interactive cutie marks, eh? I’ve never seen a case like this before. Hang on, I’ll get the nurses to check the files. Just wait a moment.” He trotted out of the room, calling for a nurse. Cookie recognised one of the nurses following him as Nurse Red Heart. She had been college roommates with Cookie, and was regularly supplied with cookies. They returned shortly, carrying a few dusty tomes in their mouths. Depositing them on the doctor’s table, the nurses left them alone. “So.” The doctor said, flipping through one of the tomes. “There has been exactly one other case of interactive cutie marks. A pony, by the name of Beta Cookie. Do you know of her?” “She’s my pre-Celestial Monarchy ancestor, I think.” Cookie said, staring at the records. “Huh. How do you have information from that far back?” The doctor shrugged. “Equestria has always had excellent healthcare. Especially after the CC (CelestiaCare). But the point is, according to this record, touching different parts of her body would increase the production of cookies, at the cost of the reduction of existing cookies. For example. Pony contact on her left foreleg would make a cookie appear every ten seconds, at the cost of fifteen cookies in the beginning, scaling with every touch.” Cookie stared apprehensively at her left hoof. Then, by an involuntary jerk, it brushed against her mane. The effect was instantaneous. A cookie dropped onto Cookie’s lap. Ten seconds later, another cookie appeared, prompting Cookie to swear profusely. “I didn’t ask for this! I don’t need more cookies!” She slammed her hooves down on the table. Ten seconds later, two cookies appeared. “MOTHER BUCKING DAMN IT!” “Calm down, now…” The doctor placed a hoof on her shoulder. Big mistake. Three cookies dropped out of the sky. “Oh… sorry.” “NO! No, no, no, no, NO!” Cookie screamed as cookies rained down on her. In her panic, she slapped herself in multiple places, making even more cookies rain down on her. “BUCK!” “Calm down, Ms. Jam!” The doctor said, frantically, as cookies began to fill up the office. “Stop- touching- YOURSELF!” But Cookie Jam couldn’t hear him. Cookie Jam was no more. She was the cookie. She existed to click and nothing more. “Click… click…” She muttered, tapping her hind leg. More cookies poured out from above her. “Wait… what am I doing?!” The cookie faltered, turning back into Cookie Jam. “ACK! NO MORE COOKIES! NO MORE!” “Silence, pony. You exist only to serve the Cookie!” The Cookie hissed, taking over once again. “You serve the Cookie, as Beta Cookie pony did many years ago! NOW CLICK!” Instantly, Cookie Jam’s body began shuddering uncontrollably, quickly depleting the stores of cookies she had accumulated over the years. “Yes… YES… MAKE MORE! MORE!” The Cookie cackled, as torrents of cookies spewed forth from above. “So… many… cookies…” She ran a hoof through the baked goods, her hind legs still tapping rhythmically. “My children…” She cooed, holding up a particularly circular cookie. And then, out of the blue, a golden cookie rolled out of the mix. Cookie’s eyes widened, and she approached tentatively. “The golden cookie has arrived… Soon, cookies will overtake the world!” The Cookie chuckled. Then she turned to the doctor, barely keeping afloat in the large sea of cookies. “Ah. Pony will serve well as a vessel.” She took the gold cookie and shoved it down the doctor’s gullet. His eyes bugged out, and slowly, his skin dissolved, leaving only dripping, disgusting flesh. “Now, feed.” She commanded, and the golden cookie complied. Slowly, it ate away at the meat of the pony, tinting itself a bloody red. “And you will be the base to reawaken the ancient ones.” She smiled grimly, stowing the now flesh-like cookie in a small medical packet she had picked up. There was a strained groan, and The Cookie looked up. The walls were cracking, unable to take the stress of tons upon tons of cookies pushing against its walls. Dust fell form the ceiling, the spiderweb of cracks spreading rapidly. As soon as this prison was breached, the world would belong to the cookies. And nothing would stop them. Not the ponies, not the silly princesses, not even that foolish Discord fellow. Nothing could stand in the way of the cookies. As the cookie pile grew to epic proportions, the walls failed and the building collapsed, the cookies converting the debris into more of the baked goods. Rising up in a mountain of cookies, The Cookie overlooked the village of Ponyville with malice. “Ready or not, ponies, here I come…”