Discord spent his newfound freedom the way he knew best: with the purest of chaos in the greatest waltz of randomness in history. His visions of his new Equestria, some he planned for years and some he spontaneously created, were instantly coming to life with hand waves and finger snaps. To him, the landscape he was creating was a masterpiece. With the princesses nowhere in sight and the six “irksome”, as thought of them, ponies starting to split away, his piece of art became flawless in every possible way.
Then, when that was done, he started to ponder.
This land is perfect, but who enjoys it? Discord thought to himself. Surely no being with more than one hoof. There must be some connoisseurs of chaos if I ever get bored of all of this. He put a paw on his chin and pondered over the possible problem.
What he thought up of to solve it was spectacular, according to him. Extending his body, he let out a pulse that would extend all of Equestria without disturbing a single pony sense. It contained a magic not yet seen in the world, made by the draconequus’ own genes.
If I can’t make this generation of ponies love my creation, he thought, then I’ll make the next one admirers of chaos.
Mrs. Cake looked out her bedroom window at the ever-changing landscape panic, despite being out of sight in Sugarcube Corner. She gasped at every act against reality that popped up on the street.
“Honey, you really should pull away from that,” Mr. Cake said, bringing an arm around her. “Who knows what the stress will do on the twins.”
“I suppose you’re right,” she sighed, pulling back. She took extreme care as she tip-hoofed back, not wanting to disturb the two unborn foals in her midsection. “I mean, it’s just not Ponyville anymore. What if it’s like this three months from now? How can our babies survive in this?”
He shushed her. “I don’t think you have to worry about that, sweetie. Pinkie’s gone, so her and her friends must be doing something about this. Whatever they did worked last time.”
Mrs. Cake found a comfortable bed to rest her legs on. “I don’t know, Carrot. I just don’t want my babies turning into little demons because of all of this.”
Right after she stated her worries, a powerful wave of energy passed into her. The force mainly affected her sensitive stomach, as if it were a gut punch aimed directly at it. She even almost rolled off her bed because of it.
“Wh-woah,” she gasped, too shocked to exclaim it. “Honey, did you feel that?”
“Felt what?” Mr. Cake questioned, looking back with a puzzled face. He was just leaving the bedroom when she asked that.”
“That push. You really didn’t feel that push?”
“It’s probably one of the babies kicking around. Stop worrying and let life go on, for Celestia's sake! You're getting worse than me."
As he marched off, Mrs. Cake started to feel ill, as if the foals in her were growing quickly. In fact, that was somewhat the case. Because inside of her, one of the earth foals was growing a horn, and the other was growing a pair of wings.
It was five months since Discord's release and subsequent capture, and Pinkie Pie was still the unofficial babysitter for the Cake twins. She was in the foals' bedroom, taking care of whatever they cried about while going through her daily "fun exercise routine".
"Turn that frown… upside down," she groaned as she stretched her back and brought her head to the floor. Pound and Pumpkin were, as usual, unimpressed by something they saw daily. Near impossible stretches were just boring for them now.
During Pinkie’s routine, Mrs. Cake walked in with tiny cupcakes for the two. Pinkie sprung back into a recognizable shape and struck up a conversation with her. Now, the two would have used the opportunity to either escape into the deliciousness of the cupcakes or escape their crib. This time, however, they noticed something.
Pinkie was still talking to their mother, heart still racing from the workout. A vein on her leg was bulging out slightly, subtly pulsing. Pumpkin was the first to notice, locking his eyes on her pink vein. After noticing that she wasn't eating, Pound followed, gazing onto the bulge. The two were smart enough, by some miracle, to know what it was and what it contained: pure pony blood. Their eyes became dilated at the thought of taking it in.
"Uh, are the babies alright?" Mrs. Cake said, interrupting Pinkie's conversation. She saw the twins drooling.
“Oh, those little rascals? They’re totally fine!” Pinkie replied, dashing to pick them up. As she went to pick up Pound and Pumpkin, she scraped her front legs on the top of the crib. “Ah... see, good as always!”
At the sight of the crimson, both of the twins went to lick her scrapes. As the blood touched their tongues, it were as if their entire brains were rewired. There was no greater joy to them now then to drink Pinkie’s blood, which they did by suckling on her wounds. They were addicted to it like drunkards to salt.
“What the... hey! I’m not that tasty,you two,” Pinkie said in shock, putting Pound and Pumpkin back in their cribs. “Or am I?”
As she started to lick her hoof in an almost inquisitive manner while their mom looked at her with a disgusted look, the Cake twins were licking their lips, hypnotized by the taste of the blood. As soon as the last drops entered their throats, they entered into both a high and a withdraw. Receiving the gift of her blood was the greatest thing they had ever experienced, but they craved for more. Pinkie needed to be sucked dry for them to even consider living.
As the babies fell to their sides in a trance, no pony noticed that both of their eyes turned a light brilliant yellow with crimson pupils.
“Twilight, Twilight, Twilighttt!” Pinkie sang, hopping down to the library. “I have a very important question to ask you!” She barged into the treehouse’s doors, knocking over piles of parchment that were stacked in front of them.
“Um, Pinkie,” Spike whispered, creeping up to her to quiet his footsteps. “I don’t think she wants to see you right now. She’s really busy with royal matters, and-”
“THERE! TWILIGHT!” She spotted the purple pony walking briskly with a piece of chalk and multiple papers levitated in a faint purple glow. Pinkie nearly tackled her and would have if she had sprung one second earlier. She instead crashed into one of the bookshelves, knocking down a couple of books.
“Pinkie, you really need to get out of here. I’m extremely busy,” Twilight stated, ignoring the situation.
“But I need to know if I taste good. Try me!” Pinkie replied with an open book on her head.
“I’m serious. This work needs to be-MMPH!” A pink hoof was stuffed into her mouth when it was open. It took her a couple of seconds to spit it out.
“Pinkie! Seriously! Don’t ever do that again.”
“...I don’t think you answered the question.”
“A pony! You taste like a pony, okay? Does that work?”
“Are you sure? Because the Cake twins seemed to like the taste of me when I held them. Oddly enough, it was on some scrapes I got, but I don’t think that made a difference. I tried to taste myself, but I couldn’t come up with an answer. Cotton candy? Bubblegum?” At that moment, Twilight magically turned her mouth into a zipper and literally zipped it shut as it was encased in her magical glow.
“Pinkie, I’m working with Princess Celestia on a crisis involving every newborn foal across Equestria along with the disappearance of dozens of ponies. Now you’re going to leave me alone while I take care of matters concerning the well-being of every pony in the world, okay?” She then unzipped her mouth and turned it back to normal.
“Well, at least I got a straight answer. See you when you’re not busy!” She turned back and hopped out the door, knocking down another pile of parchment in the process. As she entered the streets, she was yelling, “Hey everypony! I taste like a pony!” Spike shut the door for Twilight and tried to put in some self-control to stop him from giggling. Twilight just grunted.
“Well, that was interesting,” he said. “So back to what you were saying before. You really think Discord is behind all of this?”
“No pony knows that, but since his effects to Equestria are still somehow lingering and not locked up inside with him, it’s the best excuse I’ve got,” Twilight replied with the slight hint of worry in her voice. With that, she got back to her studies in silence.
Pinkie entered the back door of Sugarcube Corner screaming, "I taste like a pony! Isn't that fantastic?"
Without any warning, a quick set of tiny, feathery blades swiped across the back of her thigh. Right afterward, an unseen being with a spongy tip came and seemingly licked the new wound.
"Um… that was really weird," she said under her breath. “Probably some Pinkie Sense stuff.” A couple of steps later, she stumbled over a cheese grater enchanted by what seemed to be a pale yellow glow. As the wound opened up, a light goldish grey blur whizzed past and licked that wound. “Now what in the... I knew it. This place is most certainly haunted with ghosts.”
After experiencing that slightly painful adventure, she made her way to the kitchen table, where Mr. and Mrs. Cake were preparing a family lunch. The twins seemed to have already been fed, judging by how their were rubbing their bellies in their high chairs, licking their lips, and having their eyes closed in bliss.
The lunch went on normally, with the Cakes talking about the business and Pinkie describing her day. Unknown to Pinkie, Pound and Pumpkin were staring at her the entire time. Then suddenly, without any warning, Pumpkin leaned over and sunk into the pink flesh of a front leg.
“Ow! Pumpkin Pie!” Pinkie exclaimed, trying to shake her off. She had to shake the baby off. “That was the most disrespectful thing you have ever done. You’re going to your room, young lady.” She stomped past a completely shocked pair of adult Cakes, went up the stairs, and locked Pumpkin in her room.
“Unbelieveable,” both Pinkie and the Cakes said at the same time. Pinkie went back to her seat, ignoring the oozing blood out of the deep teeth marks.
“T-that’s never happened before. Ever,” Mr. Cake said.
“We’re so terribly sorry. Do you need a bandage?” Mrs. Cake added.
“I think I’ll be fine. When did she even get teeth, and... hey, wait. What’s he doing now?” She lifted her bitten arm, finding Pound sucking on it. She shook him off, too. “And the tasting. What’s up with these two today?” Once again, she stomped off to the room and made her way to put him in the crib as well. But what she saw froze her in her tracks.
Inside the crib, Pumpkin was sharpening a slat of the crib that was ripped harshly out with her teeth. More surprising than the newfound teeth was that she was holding it up with magic. She heard of bursts of magic from foals, but nothing this concentrated.
With her mouth agape, Pound flew calmly out of her arms and glared back as he flew back to his sister. Once above the crib, he pointed a hoof towards the door and gave Pinkie a menacing (and at the same time, adorable) look. She had no choice but to back away as if she were threatened with her life and made her way out the door. Once she closed it, she finally exhaled, taking a minute to process what she just saw.
Some time later, she looked down from the top of the stairs to the adult Cakes below, who were cleaning up the table.
“Mr. Cake? Mrs. Cake?” she asked.
“Yes?” Mrs. Cake replied. “Is everything alright?”
Pinkie sighed. “I don’t think the kids are alright.”
Pinkie spent the evening helping the Cake unload a flour shipment, letting her beloved twins by themselves. Unsurprisingly, she was still baffled at everything that happened today. Why would they physically harm and threaten her like that? Why were they so attracted to the taste of her, particularly her wounds? These were questions she felt that she wouldn’t have answers to for years to come. The thought of them hating her almost put her in Pinkamena mode.
When it got dark outside, the couple took to their own beds to get a much-needed rest after the busy day. Pinkie complied and finished the load by herself before crashing onto the newly-made pile. She hoped that a good night’s sleep would get rid of the day entirely.
A couple of hours into her sleep, she was awoken by a loud thud in the other room. Her vision cloudy due to being half asleep, she rolled herself off the shockingly comfy pile of flour sacks and went to investigate. The kitchen was undisturbed, and so was the bathroom. She reluctantly searched the entire floor until she stumbled into the living room, where she found a single sack of flour lying on the floor.
“Oh, heh,” she weakly said to herself. “Forgot one.” She took it by the mouth and, with some effort, threw it over onto her back. “Silly. Everything here is just silly.”
When she walked into a bathroom, she failed to notice the thin rope extending over the bottom part of the doorway. She tripped over the rope, stumbling and almost falling. As she was regaining her balance, she heard a rip. Looking back, she saw that the sack of flour was cut cleanly in half by a swinging knife connected to a broom handle. Now awake, she jumped away as the loose flour fell to the ground.
Already terrified, she screamed at the next event that took place. After the flour spilled, two small beings, running like feral dogs, rushed to where it was. They stuck their faces in it, trying to devour whatever there was. Despite the room being pitch dark, Pinkie was able to make out the shapes of the two through the moonlight.
They were Pound and Pumpkin.
Screaming, she jumped over the two beasts and ran wherever she could, narrowly missing the still-swinging knife. She tried to find refuge but ended up in the living room, doors impossibly bolt locked with wooden rods from what seemed like the twins’ crib. There, she only heard soft whispers.
She looked around, trying to figure out where those two were. She tried to sneak her way upstairs but was cornered by two sets of large, crimson pupils with light brilliant yellow rings surrounding them. They overpowered her with their somehow dark stares.
Breathless, she found an opportunity to bolt past the stares and run up the stairs. Once at the top, she moved to bang on the adult Cakes’ door.
“CARROT! CUP! WAKE UP! YOUR KIDS-” she tried to say, but her entire body became overtaken by a pale yellow glow. She gasped as she was levitated in the air, nearly a foot off the ground. The two foal figures were there when she turned her head, but she only saw them for a second. She was thrown into the the children’s room, crashing and toppling down the crib. A broken rib stretched and brought pink skin and flesh near its ripping point, sending her into a fit of pain. A ragdoll on the ground, she was able to see the crazed twins slowly moving towards her, one flying and one about ready to pounce.
She forced herself to accept the fact that two of the people she loved most were out to kill her. It was a painful thought process, but it had to be done. With that out of the way, then, she was able to cleverly think of something to save her. In only a split second, she was able to target the twins’ weakness, one that was there from the start.
She started to cry. Not small tears, but her usual tidal waves of tears. They created a pool around her as she sobbed, watering down some of the blood spilled from the fall. She continued for about ten seconds before opening her eyes to, hopefully, see a pair of forgiving, loving foals. They were still in the same spot as before with their crimson stares.
“Um...” she muttered out. “Is Pinkie still your favorite foalsitter?”
The weakness was gone now. She could only scream and try to drag her body away with her front legs. It was futile, though, as they only got nearer. Pound levitated one of the handmade spears Pumpkin made and handed it to her, which she took in her mouth.
Pinkie Pie hoped that screaming would solve something. It didn’t.
“...so nearly every foal in Equestria born after Discord’s reign had their father genes removed and replaced with Discord’s genes. So we have half-pony/half-draconequus babies in Equestria, and their blood cannot mix, so...” Twilight rambled on while waiting in line at Sugarcube Corner with Spike. It was a day after Pinkie Pie randomly rampaged her home and disturbed her more than any other time she’s been in Ponyville.
“Yeah, yeah,” Spike interrupted, obviously bored. “Just get to your theory.”
“It’s a ‘hypothesis’, and I was. Anyways, the babies crave for their blood to replaced with pure pony blood and get crazier the longer they go without it. They crave a blood transfusion, almost. That’s sounds good enough to pass through Celestia, right? Because I’m really running out of time to present what I have.”
“Next!” Mr. Cake yelled from behind the counter. He had deep bags under his eyes and his thick stubble.
“The usual in a dozen... woah,” Twilight said, just noticing his condition. “What happened to you?”
“Some burglar crashed into our home last night and trashed the babies’ room, and Pinkie’s gone missing. Things have been rough.”
“Oh... oh, I’m so sorry. Pinkie’s probably fine. I’ll bet she’s frolicking around Applejack’s farm right about now. But more seriously, was anything taken?”
“No, surprisingly. And the kids seems fine as well. Something must have gone wrong for the guy. I’m just glad the they’re okay.” He looked back to his wife, who was feeding them their breakfast.
Their eyes returned to their normal states: brown with white pupils for Pound Cake, and blue with white pupils for Pumpkin Cake. The kids were alright.