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// Now is the Time for Me to Devour EVERYTHING... 
// Story: Evil Food Eater Pinkamena 
// by Skye Mist 
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"Cup~ Carrot~ Is my next meal ready yet?!"

The two earth ponies jumped. Cup Cake stammered, "O-oh, y-yes, Miss Pie."

Pushing in two carts overflowing with desserts, the two avoided eye contact with the grinning pink pony while keeping a forced grin on their own faces.

Licking her lips at the sight of the food, she said to the two of them, "Alright, you're dismissed."

The two didn't need to be told twice.

Pinkamena pouted, then stared at her reflection in the glass of cider she held. "Oh, am I that hard to be around? All I want is to make everypony smile. And what makes anypony smile more than sweets?"

She stuffed a cupcake into her mouth. She briefly had to cough up a blue feather though. The cider in the glass sloshed around as she did.

"I mean, they're lucky I let them live in my old party-rooms downstairs. After that meany princess burned the town down, this was the only place that was unscathed. And what's the point of parties anymore if nopony's ever pays attention?"

She gulped down three cookies and laughed to herself suddenly. "Nopony ever actually listens to you! They only tolerate you because they pity you or want you out of your mane! How naïve I was! Who goes around making parties everyday?! An idiot, that's who!"

Pinkamena continued to laugh to herself, even as she ate her sweets.





Unbeknownst to Pinkamena, somepony had been eavesdropping on her self-pony conversation. And that very pony now held a vial of poison in his hooves, his mind conflicted of what he was going to do. 

For he was soon going to correct what he sowed the seeds of long ago...





"Chef! Where's my meal?!"

"Coming, Miss Pie."

A slim butterscotch colored stallion wearing a chef's hat and outfit walked in, pushing a cart of sweets in front of him.

Pinkamena scoffed. "Took ya' long enough."

"I apologize for the inconvenience, Miss Pie." The chef said, his tone flat and his eyes on the ground.

Pinkamena suddenly popped up next to him with a pout on her face.

"Aww, why the long face? You know I hate it when ponies don't smile... I know! Why don't you join me today?!"

The stallion smiled slightly and answered, "As you wish, Miss Pie."

The stallion sat opposite of Pinkamena. Both of them grabbed a cookie from a tray.

The stallion raised his. "To a better future."

Pinkamena grinned widely and did the same. "To a better future!"

Simultaneously, they bit into their treat. The stallion looked at Pinkamena as if he were gauging a reaction from her.

She seemed fine. He began to wonder if something went wrong.

Then, the pain started.

He started to cough, his lungs feeling shot, as was his stomach, which ached with the pain of poison. His vision began to blur as he lost his senses and fell to the floor with a thud. A loud buzz filled his head, and his throat felt like it was on fire.

Through it all, he thought he heard hoofsteps coming towards him, so he used his dying strength to turn his head.

A pink figure whispered into his ear, "You left me once, now you're leaving me again... I'll make sure you don't leave me any more."

Then, he lost conscious.





"Um, Miss Pie? Have you seen Chef... Sandwich... oh goodness."

Pinkamena licked her blood-stained muzzle and hooves as she turned to Cup Cake with a manic gleam in her eyes.

"Why, Cup, don't you know it's rude not to knock? But I guess I can overlook that." 

Pinkamena popped up next to Cup. Cup jumped back in surprise.

"After all, I need something to sustain me, correct?"

Cup began to back up, but Pinkamena pulled her by the collar of her outfit.

Pinkamena looked at the mare with lidded eyes and a pout. "Aww... where do you think you're going? Dinner's just started~"





"Lalalala~"

Pinkamena hummed as she hopped down the corridor. Her stomach, however, growled to her. She clutched her stomach with a hoof.

"Ooo... I'm so hungry. It's been a week since everypony left and there's nothing left to eat..."

Catching her reflection, she trotted over to a mirror and gazed at it, wondering if she could eat it. Then, she realized something.

She looked down at her hoof and grinned manically. "Of course, there's still one thing left to eat!"

She bit her her hoof, not caring for the pain.

And she ate.

And ate.

And ate.

Till there was nothing left.