Sweet Temptations

by DonkeyPumpkin


Sweet Nothingness

She awoke to a gentle prodding in her left side. She opened her eyes and was met with the stale air of her room, and a concerned Mrs. Cake trying to awaken her. The room was horrid, with rocks everywhere, and everything else scattered throughout. A chair was in a plant, a table glued to the ceiling, and bedsheets where hanging in the shower.

"Pinkie...Pinkie dear, are you O.K.? You had us worried last night." Mrs. Cake asked. The words barely registered to pinkie as she slowly stood up, and started to walk to the bathroom without a word. She let up the contents of her stomach in the porcelain throne, and just sat there, before finally asking Mrs. Cake a question.

"What time is it?" she asked in a nearly monotone voice. Mrs. Cake simply stared at her, as Pinkie, even when she was out of sorts, never spoke like that. Her voice always had a slight uppitiness to it, and almost always was high pitched to the point of annoyance. But this time was different. It wasn't the experience last night, or the waking up late, or the vomiting that scared her. It was that voice.
That horrible voice that said nothing, but told everything. That seemed so uniform as to be horribly wrong. A shiver ran down Cake's spine as she thought.

"I-it's 1 PM dear. Your friends came looking for you earlier, but i had to tell them you were asleep. They seemed worried for you." Pinkie groaned at the news. Her oh so perfect schedule was destroyed, and she felt like crap. Worst of all, her friends became worried, and that is the exact opposite of what she wished. She reflected back on what caused her to feel so bad. It had to be the candy, she thought to herself. What else could have done that too me? And then the memories came back to her in a flash of revelation that made her sit back down.

The rock candy. It had made her feel so good. But now it made her feel horrible, and she didn't know how long it would last. And as she calmed down and started to get up to try to salvage the rest of the day, she had but one thought as she walked out.

I need more!


The hooded mare paced up and down the streets observing the alleyway for any sort of movement she could see. Uncharacteristic of her, she was straightforward in her search, being, for one of the few times in her life completely serious. Sun butt's sun was setting, and she didn't want to be in this part of town at night, so she had to hurry.

And that's when she finally saw it, a stallion darting out of view. A very familiar stallion at that.

Chasing him down, she finally had to ask. "Do you have anymore of that rock candy? I need more." She asked in that same monotone as earlier. The stallion froze as he turned to face her, and she took her first serious look at his face and features. There was a deep scar running down the right side of his face, and little scars covered a lot of the rest of the area. His barrel was thick, and bore many scrapes and scars from years of being on the streets. But worst of all were his eyes. They held almost no emotion and were cold, calculating. Looking into them, she got the sense that he would do whatever he wanted to her if he thought he could.

But as soon as he saw who was asking, that coldness was gone, and he looked at her as one would a little sister. "Why of course I do, Ms. Pie. But this time it'll cost you. Let's say 100 bits for this batch right now. and you can just walk off and have your fun. Sound fair?"

She looked at him questioningly, before handing over the required amount of money. and walking away from the alleyways of Ponyville.


She opened the front door to Sugarcube Corner and slowly made her way up the stairs, and to her room. She looked back at the day that seemed to go by in a blur, from vague memories of going out with the girls, to baking cupcakes, the alleys. All unimportant. All too easily forgotten. But that's why she bought more candy, right? Right?

She flopped on her bed, opened her bag, and took out the baggie. She stared at it, wondering if the headaches and pains tomorrow would be worth it for the happiness she would feel from eating this. She quickly made up her mind as she opened it, popped one in her mouth, and swallowed. Immediately, she felt that familiar rush as her eyes darted around the room, taking in every little detail she could see, from the fly in the closet, to the overdue recipe book behind the dresser, to the chemical reactions taking place as the candy dissolved inside her.

The feeling was..ecstatic, as she paced from one side of the room to the other, a million thoughts racing through her head every second, from designs for passenger planes and nuclear reactors, to entire symphonies composed in minutes. All these masterpieces that nopony had ever heard or seen before, going through one mares mind, and gone the next.

She baked exactly 327 pancakes while coming up with formulas for how to harness the energy of the atom, decided there were exactly 1,283 mites living on her bed, and she built a to scale model of a nuclear reactor while she thought of ways to get the mites to become an advanced civilization.

She didn't know what seven eighths of these things were, and yet here she was, drawing them, writing them down, putting them on her walls until there was no more room. Then she covered everything else in the room until she couldn't move without touching a piece of paper, and her mind was finally overwhelmed as she drifted into the sweet nothingness of a dreamless sleep.