A Certain Urge

by TheUnknownPerson

I: Prologue

Pinkie woke up from a surprisingly blissful sleep. Seems like Princess Luna was giving her a break, because Pinkie hadn't seen a bad dream. No nightmare, no flashbacks, nothing.

Pinkie got up from her bed and stretched a little bit. She actually felt like life was back to normal even though those nightmares had mentally scarred her.

Pinkie stepped out of her rooms to the loft hallway. Mr. and Mrs. Cake were getting ready for work. The Twins weren't out of bed yet(thankfully). Business as usual...

Pinkie yawned as entered the bathroom. After a few minutes, Pinkie exited the bathroom with her usual smile plastered across her. She walked downstairs with Mr. and Mrs. Cake and started to make muffin batter.

Hopefully this week'll be better than the last one... I never want to experience something about that again. Pinkie shivered at the thought of the memory. Pinkie had gotten better at hiding it over the rest of the week. In reality, she still felt a little tormented by her memories. She couldn't get the screams of that innocent filly out of her head. Pinkie was still shocked by the fact that her family or anypony would do that to another pony. Let alone a small filly.

Pinkie shook her head and put those thoughts into the, "Do not think of/ Forget:" section of her brain and continued to make the batter. She then focused on all the good things her friends had done for her to comfort her. That's almost immediately what she goes to after she thinks of something like that. It calmed her, even if it was just a little bit.

I really need to throw a party for the mares. They've helped me through this whole ordeal. Definitely not another sleepover, but just an hour or two sort of thing.

Pinkie whipped the batter and then poured them into a muffin pan. She picked up the pan and put it in the oven and set them to bake.

Pinkie began to think about the events from the last week. She didn't think to much about the dream. That was a memory she wouldn't miss. One part of the last week interested Pinkie.

Why did I get so jealous of Pound?

Pinkie really was intrigued.

Why did I get this... this want to hurt him?

Pinkie had already scolded herself thoroughly for that. But she just couldn't get that thought out of her head.

I'd never really hurt Pound... would I?

Pinkie remembered the night. She remember that she yearned to get the knife from under her mattress.

I still have it under there...

"Pinkie?" Mrs. Cake asked. Pinkie was so enveloped by her thoughts, she had forgot that Mr. and Mrs. Cake were in the kitchen with her.

Pinkie, shook her head and looked at Mrs. Cake.

"Sorry, Mrs. Cake. I just got caught up in my thoughts."

"Oh, its fine."

"Alright. Well, I'm going to get back to work!" Pinkie said, enthusiasm filling her voice.

"Okay, Pinkie." Mrs. Cake said, happy that her party-loving worker was back.

And with that short conversation, Pinkie started doing the work that she loves.

Pinkie took the final batch of cupcakes out of the oven. She had flour on her hooves and icing on her snout.

Now I just need to wait for the cupcakes to cool...

Pinkie leaned against the counter, letting herself relax. She noticed the icing on her snout. Pinkie used her hoof to swipe up the icing and licked it off.

"Delicious!" Pinkie said as the taste of the icing hit her tongue.

She looked around the now empty kitchen. Mr. and Mrs. Cake were out in the front of the shop, putting up signs for deals at the bakery.

As she waited for the cupcakes to cool, she let her mind wonder. At first, her mind wondered to her happy daydreams. She imagined herself being trapped in a cupcake. And, as always, she'd eat her way out of it. But then her mind unfortunately drifted into the, "Do not think of" part of her brain.

I wonder what Rainbow Dash would be like without her wings...

Her usual response to the question would've been silence. But this time, her reaction was different.

Sad. Even though she'd hate to admit it, she would be nothing without her wings. All of her work, for nothing...

Pinkie shook her head, leaving the daydream.

That was... strange.

Pinkie, playing it off as if nothing happened. went over to frost the now cool cupcakes.

Why have I been having so many thoughts like that lately? First it was Fluttershy, then Pound, and now Rainbow Dash?! What the hay is going on with me?

Pinkie put the cupcakes into the display case. She made sure not to tip over any.

And... done!

Pinkie was actually pleased with herself. She went into the kitchen and grabbed one of the surplus cupcakes that Mr. and Mrs. Cake had fixed accidentally.

Nothing feels better than the taste of a cupcake! Well, maybe a good party, but still!

Pinkie trotted up into the loft, cupcake in hoof. She had to babysit the twins while Mr. and Mrs. Cake went to a party to promote Sugarcube Corner. Pinkie begged them to bring her along, but they said she had to stay with the twins.

Pinkie trotted though the narrow hallway of the loft, and looked for the twins. Mr. and Mrs. Cake had put them in their playroom before they left.

There's no telling where those two are.

As Pinkie searched through the halls, she began to worry if the foals had actually figured out a way outside.

"Pound? Pumpkin? Where are you two?"

As soon as she said that, Pinkie heard the familiar sound of a foal's laughter.

Pinkie followed the voice to the best of her abilities, and eventually entered her bedroom.

I need to get Twilight to make my door magic-proof.

Pinkie braced herself and entered her. Her room looked like Discord himself had been through it. The twins had sprawled her bed sheets all over the room, they had gotten under her bed and to her secret stash of soda. There were at least 10 cans of soda on the ground. That was really bad. Pound was buzzing around the room, bouncing off the walls, he almost hit Pinkie when she entered. Pumpkin was levitating Pinkie nightstand.

"Woahwoahwoahwoahwoah! Stop!" Pinkie said. Pound looked back at her as he bounced off the wall and Pumpkin stopped levitating the nightstand, which in turn caused it to fall.

"Pumpkin!" Pinkie said as she galloped towards Pumpkin. She grabbed Pumpkin and pulled her out of the way of the falling nightstand. Pinkie replaced her spot with a small pillow, which surprisingly helped a bit.

When Pinkie looked back to Pound and Pumpkin, she saw that they had gone down the hallway, presumably back to there playroom.

Another thing I need to do: put a lock on my soda stash so this doesn't happen again.

Pinkie walked down the hallway and walked down to their playroom. Laughter roared from the room.

As Pinkie entered the room, she was accidentally hit by Pound. Apparently, he had decided to repeat his actions from Pinkie's room in their playroom. Laughter filled her ears as she felt Pound get up from her.

Usually, Pinkie wouldn't have been angry. Hay, she probably would've laughed along with Pound. But, for some reason, she felt so much anger and jealousy towards Pound, she couldn't contain herself.

Pinkie let out a frustrated snarl and yelled, "Pound!"

Pound looked back at her, eyes filled with confusion and fright.

"Why did you hit me?!" Pinkie asked, anger showing in her voice.

Pound looked at Pinkie and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, why?!" Pinkie asked once again. She began approaching Pound, who was now hovering at the level of her face.

Pound began to hover backwards. Pumpkin just watched on.

"Ya know what?! I'm tired of this! You're always flying into me, pushing me around, and showing off your wings!" Pinkie said. She knew she'd regret it earlier, but she really couldn't stop herself at this point.

"I'm sick of it! And you now what-?" Pinkie stopped for a moment, and realized exactly where she was.

She was in Pound's face. Pound had backed against the wall, eyes filled with tears. Pumpkin had apparently been holding Pinkie back, trying to stop her from what she was about to do.

"Pound?"

Pound flew up and out of the room. Pinkie looked down at Pumpkin, who had an angry glare on her face. She stared at Pinkie for a moment more before leaving to try and find Pound.

Pinkie sighed. She felt so bad for doing that. And the strangest part was she couldn't explain why she did it.

I can't believe I did that to Pound... I don't even remember why I did it.

Pinkie walked out of the playroom and tried to find the twins.

"Pound? Pumpkin? Where are you?" Pinkie asked. She then heard the sound of loud hoofsteps on wood,

"Pinkie? Are you up here?"

Uh oh... Mr. and Mrs. Cake are back.

"Um... yes, Mr. Cake!" Pinkie replied.

"Come here!" Mr. Cake called back.

Pinkie swallowed nervously then trotted down the staircase.

"Pinkie, please explain to us why you yelled at Pound." Mrs. Cake said, her motherly instincts kicking in.

"Um... I can't," Pinkie said.

"Oh, there's got to be a reason. So, do tell." Mrs. Cake said, putting emphasis on the word, "got".

"Well... they got into my room, stole my soda stash, and then Pound hit me. And... I just snapped for some reason." Pinkie said.

"So, let's get this straight, shall we dear?" Mrs. Cake asked Mr. Cake.

"Of course. She became angry because of a temporary problem..." Mr. Cake replied.

"... got angry because of an accident, and then scolded him for it." Mrs. Cake finished for Mr. Cake.

"Pretty much."

"I think this calls for a punishment,"

"Yes. Yes it does."

Pinkie swallowed nervously and said, "O-ok. I'll take it."

"You can't have any cupcakes after dinner."

"What?! But-" Mrs. Cake gave Pinkie a cold stare that stopped Pinkie in her tracks " yes, Mrs. Cake."

"Alright, dearie. You can go, but you have to go upstairs and apologize to Pound."

"Gladly." Pinkie said as she got up from the chair and galloped upstairs in the loft.

Pinkie rushed into the twins room. As usual, Pound and Pumpkin were playing with there toys until Pinkie entered the room. They both gave her an angry look before turning their heads away from her.

"Heeeyyyyy, you two."

"Look, I'm sorry. I-I don't know what came over me." Pinkie said. She still felt some form of jealousy against Pound, but her feeling of remorse and regret were much more powerful than jealousy.

"I really am sorry, you two." Pinkie said, trying to convince the twins. She swore that she saw Pound turn his head so one I could see her, but Pumpkin moved his head back towards the wall.

Pinkie trotted over to where they could see her, but they just turned to where they couldn't see her again.

"Please you two. I'm trying to apologize..."

They both let out a little, "Hmmf" and pouted.

"Look, I'm sorry. How can I prove that to you two?"

They both kept pouting.

Pinkie then got an idea. A smile slowly crept across her face. She left the room. When she returned, she had two freshly baked, small cupcakes on a small plate.

"I baked these a hour ago. They're for you two. I want to show you that I'm sorry." Pinkie said as she sat the plate down on the floor. At first they ignored the aroma of the freshly baked cupcakes, but after a peek or two at them, they both galloped towards the plate and ate up the cupcakes. As they were eating, Pinkie snuck up behind them and wrapped them both up in a big hug.

"I'm really sorry you two! I don't know what came over me." Pinkie said as she squished the two foals with her hug.

The two twins looked at each other before returning the hug.

Pinkie was lying down in bed. Her night had been a little bit better since the babysitting incident. She had cleaned up her room a little bit since the twins had messed it up.

Why did I go off on Pound like that? I mean, I have been under a lot of stress over the last few days, but I wouldn't take it out on Pound.

Pinkie remembered the feelings of jealousy that she had felt and are still feeling towards Pound.

Pinkie felt a sudden urge to look under her bed. At first, she ignored it, but soon her resolve crumbled and she obliged. Pinkie got out of her bed and saw that the knife was still there. She pulled the knife out and laid back down in bed. Pinkie began to play with the small knife.

I wonder why I'm so fascinated with this small, clean, beautiful...

Pinkie stopped herself, realizing that she was rambling on about how a knife looked. She shook her head and stuck the knife back under the bed.

Pinkie shut her eyes and drifted off to sleep.