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// Gooey Stuff 
// Story: With Extra Frosting on Top 
// by Grey Faerie 
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	I was so sure I wasn't going to be feeling well today but I feel kinda good. Especially since I never feel anything akin to good after a night out with Grey Faerie.
Pinkie got up and instinctively slipped on her sun glasses. Her feet stumbled a little from under her as she made her way to the dresser and brushed her mane out. Pinkie rubbed her eyes for the third time as she walked to the bathroom. She brushed the taste of last night out of her mouth before going back to her room.
Hmm, I probably don't really need my sunglasses today. Pinkie pushed them up on her head and went to the window.
Then she opened the curtains.
"Ahhhhh!" she yelled pulling the curtains closed. "Celestia, turn off the sun!"
"Pinkie! Everything okay?" Mrs. Cake called out.
"Yeah! Fine!" Pinkie moved the glasses back in place. She might have been feeling good but even a small hangover was still a hangover.
She then left the room to go downstairs. Pinkie was walking down the stairs when she was stopped frozen. The memories of last night came back full force. The horrible things she had thought, the writing it down, the going to bed feeling unraveled. Pinkie sat down on the stair step. Her face was a blank facade to what was going on inside.
How can I even think about feeling good when I'm so bad? How could I even deceive myself into thinking I can do this? I've lived so long having such horrible habits that it's obvious that I would be weak and try to take the easy way out. But no, not stupid, dumb Pinkie Pie. She can't seem to understand anything. I'm just fooling myself. It's going to take more than a little change of eating habits to get me desirable. I'm a slob with a big mouth. How am I ever suppose to lose weight without taking drastic actions like starving myself or doing the old binge and purge?
Pinkie stood up from the step. Today, she was going to tell everyone about her diet. She needed the support.
"Hello Mrs. Cake. How are you today?" Pinkie asked as she bounced into the kitchen.
"Good, what was the screaming about?" she asked. Mrs. Cake was currently feeding the twins. Pumpkin and Pound waved happily as she passed them.
"Ohh, that." Pinkie blushed at the memory. "I opened the curtains without my sunglasses on. Haha, headaches galore," Pinkie said with a roll of her eyes. Which probably didn't come across that well seeing as her eyes were covered.
Pinkie did her normal routine: Bowl of cereal, glass of milk, fruit. She sat down at the table and ate. Mr. Cake was busy making new batches of muffins for the lunchtime crowd. Mrs. Cake was feeding the children.
I wonder... Pinkie thought to herself. She needed to tell the Cakes about her diet. She mused on it as she finished her cereal.
"So..." Pinkie announced as she peeled her orange, "What are your guy's opinions on healthier eating?"
"Hmm, well. I think it's a good idea. Definitely something everyone should do though I can't really promote it too much." Mrs. Cake laughed. "Seeing as I run a bakery and all."
"Yeah, but what about the lower calorie stuff or non-fat things?"
Mr. Cake came round to the table. "I have been experimenting on a few healthier muffin recipes. Ponies these days are getting much more health conscience. Why, the other day a girl asked me if we had any non-fat cupcakes!"
"Really?" Pinkie giggled. Non-fat cupcakes! What a thought.
"I, of course, said no but it did give me some ideas. A new way to reach out to customers. We can be the first to have a healthy cupcake!"
"Such lofty ideas, sweetiebun." Mrs. Cake smiled.
"It could happen." He winked back.
Pinkie rubbed the tablecloth. "So, if I decided to go on a diet..how would you feel about it?"
"Pinkie, is there something you want to tell us?" Mrs. Cake raised a brow.
Pinkie swallowed. She might as well just come out with it.
"I had decided a week ago to start on a… diet. I wanted to uh get healthy. Lose weight," Pinkie said. She could feel her face burn with a blush.
"Really, you are? Why?" Mrs. Cake asked. Mr. Cake looked at her, stunned.
"To get thinner. I'm tired of being seen as the fat one of my friends. And I want a boyfriend. It's awful being lonely," Pinkie said. She sighed and put down the unfinished orange.
"Oh Pinkie, you're not fat, and all of your friends love you! But, can I understand what you mean," Mrs. Cake started. She moved over to Pinkie and put her arm around her. She also took off Pinkie's sunglasses.
Mrs. Cake sighed and rubbed Pinkie’s hair. "Today's concept of beauty can be really hard to deal with. Especially for bigger girls like us. And I understand about how you feel about wanting a special somepony of your own but losing weight should be for yourself and not others.”
"You say that but I know that's not true. It's all about what others think! That's why we don't see everypony running around wearing crazy outfits or not showering for weeks," Pinkie retorted. She pulled herself away and put her head in her hooves.
"I don't remember a time when 'what others think' stopped you from wearing crazy outfits." She paused and restarted. "What I mean, Pinkie. Is that if you want to go on a diet, you have to go about it for all the right reasons. Or it's all going to fall apart. There's a difference between getting thin and getting healthy."
"There is?" Pinkie asked confused. She put her arms back on the table.
Mrs. Cake laughed. "Yes, there is Pinkie. You can't go about interchanging them like they're the same thing. My hubby and I will support you in this, but you have to start by being truthful. Talk to us. Tell us about what you're up to and not lie about not being hungry. Ok?"
"Yeah," Pinkie said with a guilty laugh.
"She's right, Pinkie," Mr. Cake added, "We'll support you. Though I'm not too keen on the whole 'getting a colt thing'. Go on your diet, get healthy, and others will see how happy you are and how well you're doing. They'll notice you for all the right reasons and love you for it! But just remember," he said as he leaned in close to her, "There are some out there that do enjoy a fuller gal." He smiled and winked at Mrs. Cake.
"Oh, Honeybun." Mrs. Cake blushed.
Pinkie smiled and felt a wash of relief come over her. "Oh you guys. You're the best second parents a mare can ask for," she said pulling them into a group hug.
She had been so stressed out about the whole thing, and now she felt like the world had her back.
"Hehe, I'll try my hardest to do this thing right. And I'll remember the ‘thin is not the same as healthy’ thing. Sometimes I surprise myself at how dumb I am," she said.
"Hush now Pinkie. You're not dumb and don't you start calling yourself that. Nopony knows everything," Mrs. Cake said, reassuring Pinkie.
"Thanks. I'll remember that too."
Pinkie thought on it for a moment. How much has she missed? She had already learned a long time ago that growing up on a rock farm in the middle of nowhere certainly left a lot to be desired. Especially when it came to knowing certain 'common knowledge' everypony but herself seemed to know. Pinkie had resolved when she first came to Ponyville to work extra hard on learning what most would consider the basics.
Pinkie put back on her sunglasses and smiled.
"I'll be going out once I finish my orange. I still need to tell the girls."
"Okay, Pinkie. I'm positive they will feel the same way we do," Mrs. Cake said.
She gave Pinkie one last squeeze and went back to feeding the children. Mr. Cake winked at her and went back to pulling out the cooled muffins from the baking sheet.
Pinkie finished her orange and cleaned up her mess. She waved goodbye as she left the store. I feel on top of the world right now! Hehe, I wonder what the girls are going to say when I tell them. Pinkie bounced down the street. She didn't even let her mild headache bother her.



Pinkie was grinning wide when she went to round up her friends. She had gotten lucky with finding Rainbow Dash first.
"Hey, Dashie!" she called out. Rainbow Dash was maneuvering around a couple of clouds. Doing back-flips and weaving in and out between them. She came zooming down to land next to Pinkie.
"Hey, Pinkie Pie. I see you're wearing you Sunday glasses." She noted. Pinkie laughed nervously. Her friends didn't know about the nature of her Saturday night outings. She had told them these were her 'Sunday Sunglasses' and they didn't ask further. Sometimes, she was glad her friends didn't question her actions. Though, she didn't feel right about being able to lie to them so easily. Or that they didn't investigate her actions further. It was a real double edged sword.
"Yeah! Hey, I have an announcement to make to you and the other girls. Do you think you can gather them all up at Twilight's house?" she asked.
"Sure can do!" Dashie saluted and sped off to get the others. Pinkie smiled and bounced off to Twilight's.



When she got there, Rarity and Applejack were already waiting outside talking to Twilight.
"Hey gals!" Pinkie called out.
"Hello, Pinkie." "Good mornin' to ya." "Hi, Pinkie," they replied.
"So what is this big announcement you want to make? Oh I do hope it's another of your picnics. The last one was simply divine. Just what I needed after being cooped up for so long," Rarity commented.
"Hehe, no, sorry to disappoint. But I'll keep that in mind next time you finish another large order!" Pinkie replied.
"Fabulous," Rarity said.
Soon enough, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash flew in. They all moved into Twilight's house. Twilight made tea and got some snacks while the other girls speculated on what Pinkie could be announcing.
"Okay, if I can have your attention?" Pinkie started, "I have something important to tell you all! You all are my best friends. You've been with me through so much and I with you. That's why I'm happy to tell you, I'm on a diet!" Pinkie said with glee. She couldn't wait to hear what they had to say.
"Bwwaaaahhhahaha!" Rainbow Dash was on the floor laughing her head off. "You hah on a diet? Hahaha!"
"Yes, a diet. And I'm looking for a boyfriend," Pinkie retorted. That only made her laugh harder.
"A boyfriend? What do ya want one for, sugarcube?" Applejack asked confused. "You don't need a colt."
"Yeah, and I can only imagine what type of guy Pinkie would go out with." Twilight said with a roll of her eyes.
"Oh! I'm so glad. I was afraid I would have to keep using so much fabric to make your dresses and you can help out more with modeling," Rarity said with exuberance. "And I think it would do you some good to mature a little and get a good colt."
"Yes, maybe someone who can help you keep calm. If that's what you are looking for. I do hope so," Fluttershy added.
"Do you even know what to do in a successful diet? It takes hard work and a lot of willpower. Are you sure you can do it?" Twilight said.
"I don't know Rarity, I don't think she is mature enough or will mature from just having a boyfriend. A diet might change how she looks but what about what's on the inside?" Applejack asked.
"Hahaha! I don't think it's going to last more than a week. Who wants to take bets?" Rainbow Dashed asked, having recovered.
"I HAVE BEEN ON A DIET FOR A WEEK YOU BITCH!"
Dead silence.
They all looked at Pinkie. She had jumped up from her seat.
"What kind of friends are you? Talking about me like that? I'm a hell more grown up and mature than any of you could even grasp! FINE, be that way. I'm soo glad to finally know what you really think of me!" Pinkie yelled.
"Ahh, Pinkie..." Rarity started.
"Shut it! I don't want to hear another word for you, you gossiping wanna-be!" Pinkie screamed. This had turned out not at all like she thought. How dare they talk to her like she's some dumb child!
Pinkie turned her back on them and stormed out.
"Pinkie! Wait, let me explain," Twilight called.
"Hell no you pig headed know-it-all! I think you've already 'explained' enough!" Pinkie called back.
She had had enough. She ran. She didn't care how she looked running away. There was no excuse or 'explaining' for what they had said. The words stung as she ran to who knows where.