Pinkie clicked rapidly at first, just for the thrill of seeing cookies fly across the room. As her hoof got tired, though, she began to focus her efforts on more efficient ways to produce cookies.
She clicked a box, and Twilight looked up wearily to see a large, floating white glove hovering above her head.
“Pinkie…what is that?” She asked weakly.
“It’s a cursor silly! It’s going to do some of the clicking for me!” As if on queue, the cursor jabbed at the air, and another cookie materialized out of thin air. This one didn’t hurt Twilight at all; it must have come from somewhere else.
“So that thing will do your job for you? Does that mean I can be let go now?” She sounded hopeful.
“Nope! This little guy isn’t nearly efficient enough! All he does is create a cookie every ten seconds! Can you imagine waiting ten seconds for a cookie!?” She clicked furiously on the mouse, and Twilight’s body had a spasm as nine more cursors popped into existence.
“There we go! Now we get a cookie per second!” Pinkie cheered as cookies popped into existence at a constant rate, and scooped up a hoof full to gobble down.
Twilight strained against her chains.
“Pinkie, this has gone on long enough! You need to let me go!”
Pinkie just giggled and turned her attention to the machine.
“I won’t stop until I’ve made ALL of the cookies!” She declared, clicking the mouse rapidly. More and more cookies popped into reality as Twilight squirmed in her seat. If she could only get this jumper cable off her horn, she could teleport to safety…but she couldn’t do that until Pinkie was distracted, and how would she even get rid of the cable without magic? She didn’t have time to think about that as Pinkie clicked another box, and something else warped into view.
“Eh? What’s that, dear?” Granny Smith raised a hoof to her ear, as though she had heard Twilight say something.
“Pinkie!” Twilight gasped. “You kidnapped Applejack’s Granny!?”
“Nope!” Pinkie giggled. “I created her! Now she can help me bake cookies!”
The old mare brightened up at that.
“I love to make cookies!” She declared.
“Then go forth, Granny!” Pinkie pointed towards the kitchen. “Go forth and make me some cookies!”
Granny moved quickly towards the kitchen, and began moving around like a professional, popping the first batch into the oven in no time. Twilight found herself watching her bake with great interest as she nimbly navigated Twilight’s cupboards, retrieving ingredients she didn’t even know she had purchased in the first place. It was scientifically astounding, if a little creepy.
Pinkie still wasn’t satisfied. She clicked the box several more times, and four more Granny Smiths burst into existence from Twilight’s horn, which had begun to go numb from all the spell casting.
“Onward minions,” Pinkie declared. “Seek out the closest kitchens and bake, bake, bake!”
The Grannies shuffled out of the tree house, mumbling about cookies. Through the open door, Twilight could see everypony stare at the Granny coalition as they hobbled past. She watched them open the doors to random houses, and stumble inside. The occupants either fled or attempted to scare off the old mares with brooms. The elderly bakers persevered and continued to bake, despite everypony’s reactions.
“Pinkie, this is insane! Just look at what’s happening outside!”
Pinkie took no notice.
“Just relax, Twilight. We’ll be done real soon, as I click, click, click!”
Meanwhile, Princess Celestia’s carriage had finally arrived in Ponyville. A curious storm was brewing, though no weather had been scheduled for today, as far as she knew. Still, she was looking forward to visiting her favorite student today, and to see how much she’d learned about friendship. A couple ponies were screaming about something in the streets, but Celestia couldn’t understand what they were saying. They were shouting something about “Granny Invasions”, or so she thought she heard. It could wait; she wanted to pay her pupil a visit.
The door was slightly ajar, and as Celestia approached it, a trio of similar looking old women emerged, marching down the street, mumbling to themselves. Celestia watched them walk off with confusion before she turned back to the house. What was going on in there?
“Twilight?” She called as she poked her head inside the door. “Twilight Sparkle, are you in-“
Inside the house, Celestia saw a very bizarre sight. The lights in the tree house were turned off, there was an incredible mess everywhere, and the room smelled of cookies. An old mare that looked similar to the three that had just left the house was busy baking cookies in the kitchen, and another two popped into existence randomly. In the furthest corner of the room, she saw her prize student strapped to an uncomfortable looking chair with a cable hooked to her horn. Next to her, her friend Pinkie Pie was clicking a computer mouse obsessively, screaming “Click” at the top of her lungs. A small strike team of computer cursors flew around the room, clicking everything, including books, walls, thin air and Twilight’s belly, forcing cookies into existence with each click.
Twilight looked towards the door to see her mentor surveying the scene with a look of apt confusion. Twilight looked around, taking in the scene herself, and despaired. What would Celestia think of all this? It didn’t matter; if she could get Celestia to free her, she could fix this mess.
“Help me!” She called to her teacher. Celestia just stared back, and wordlessly closed the door. Twilight howled with frustration as more cookies spilled onto the floor.
Celestia tried to process what she had just seen, then thought better of it. Maybe she’d put too much stress on Twilight, and it had caused her to snap? Maybe she just had a strange way of showing her affection for her friend? Whatever the case, Celestia decided she would head home and lie down a minute. Maybe she’d been working too hard herself…
Rainbow Dash hadn’t noticed the large influx of Granny Smith imposters recently. She’d been working on her routine for her Wonderbolts tryout…again. She flew at impossible fast speeds, pulled off some sick tricks, and was even able to fly backwards. Now all she needed was a boss landing.
She rocketed high into the air, weaving around larger clouds, and smashing through the lighter ones. As she broke through the cloud line, she noticed a rather daunting stretch of strange clouds that covered the sky, blotting out the sun. These clouds were thick and dark…or rather, brown…that was almost as weird as the fact that they seemed to stretch on forever.
Rainbow surveyed the strange looking clouds. There wasn’t supposed to be any weather like this at all this week. And yet, here they were, and they weren’t the strange, pink clouds Discord created either, nor were they those weird Everfree Forest clouds. Still, Rainbow wasn’t about to let a little weather get in her way.
She wound up for a burst of speed and flew as fast as she possibly could towards the never-ending ceiling of clouds. If she could hit it fast enough, she could bash straight through. She flapped her wings furiously as she neared the clouds, straining to build as much speed as she could. And when she finally reached the cloud, she smashed into it with all her might.
The cloud remained unmoved, and the cyan Pegasus fell from the sky. She desperately tried to get her wings to support her, but to no avail. She crashed into the trees below her, slowing her descent before she landed in a heap on the ground.
Dazed and confused, Rainbow swore she could see cookies falling from the sky. Chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, raisin oatmeal cookies, all kinds of cookies tumbled from the clouds.
Rainbow closed her eyes for a minute.
So that’s what it’s like to be Pinkie. She thought as she began to lose consciousness. Everything is made of baked goods.
All across Equestria, Ponies looked up to the sky to see cookies falling from the sky at an ever increasing pace. Some were confused; others delighted, a few had severe allergic reactions and died in the streets. But there were so many baked goods falling into the streets, who really noticed?