- >Grabbing your stomach, you hurdle over in pain.
- >You can't take much more of this.
- >Rarity and Sweetie Belle jump down from their chairs and gallop over to you, Rarity putting her hoof over your shoulder.
- >"Anonymous! Are you alright?"
- >Lightly pushing her off, you force yourself to nod.
- "Yeah... I'm fine."
- >She looks up at your plate, then back to you.
- >"Is my cooking that bad?"
- >"Well—"
- >"I was asking Anon, not you Sweetie Belle," Rarity snaps.
- >You shake your head, slight holding onto your stomach.
- "No, I... I just can't eat the food here. No m-matter what I eat in this world, I get these horrible stomach pains."
- >Rarity looks at you with concern, trying her best to think of a way to help you.
- >"I think we should take you to the doctor."
- >Your heart drops.
- >Not Doctor Stable!
- >Anything was better than that nutjob of doctor!
- >Those cold hooves, that thermometer.
- >You shudder just at the thought of it.
- >A urethra should not be treated in that manner ever again...
- "I-I'm fine! See?"
- >You attempt to stand, gritting your teeth as you hold the urge to scream in agony.
- >Rarity gives you an uneasy look, clearly not convinced.
- >Taking your seat back at the table, you stab the mashed potatoes Rarity has prepared and take a bite.
- >She watches as you slowly chew the food, waiting for her eyes to break from yours.
- >This food is so bad, it taste like literal shit, sauteed in shit, and served with a side of shit.
- >Reluctantly, you swallow the potatoes and grab your leg for dear life.
- >It's like swallowing a rock, despite its soft texture.
- >Once it reaches your stomach, it feels like someone just slammed a sledgehammer into your gut.
- >But you don't let go.
- >You'd rather take this abuse than go back to that God forsaken office.
- >"Why is his face like that, Rarity?"
- >Rarity turns to her little sister with a deathly glare.
- >Sweetie Belle's ears tilt back as she looks back to you.
- >Her eyes widen before sprinting off into the kitchen.
- >"Sweetie Belle! Where are you going?"
- >Rarity chases after her little sister, giving you a chance to spit out the remaining food in your mouth.
- >Lying back in your chair, you let out a sigh of relief and close your eyes.
- >You can hear Rarity and Sweetie Belle bickering in the kitchen, along with clangs from pots and pans.
- >There's no escaping it.
- >You're going to starve if you live in this world.
- >The smoke alarm in the kitchen goes off, jolting your eyes open.
- >Sweetie Belle runs into the dining room, a plate held in her mouth, with Rarity chasing right behind.
- >"Sweetie Belle, get back here!"
- >The filly drops the plate down on the table and grabs a smouldering black blob off it, quickly shoving it in your mouth.
- >Your first reaction is to gag: if something that abysmal looking were to go near anyone, they would.
- >But something is off.
- >You can actually TASTE it.
- >And its amazing!
- "Raviolis?"
- >Rarity's head snaps back in surprise as Sweetie throws her a victorious smirk.
- >"See! I told you I can cook!" Sweetie gloats.
- >Grabbing your fork, you dig into the globs of black "food" and chow down.
- >Sweet relief!
- >It's like heaven has explored your taste buds.
- >Patting your belly, you smile for the first time in days.
- "Thank you, Sweetie Belle. That was delicious."
- >Rarity looks flabbergasted as you get up.
- "Thanks for having me for dinner."
- >Sweetie triumphantly smiles, waving goodbye as you leave.
- _____________
- >Standing over the toilet bowl, you can't help but feel terror as you look down at your shit.
- >Well, what should be shit.
- >It was a surprise at first, what with the sound of porcelain ringing throughout your bathroom as you expelled your overnight feces.
- >You were pretty sure marbles were escaping your ass, but when you finished and looked down in the bowl, you never expected this.
- >Shiny gems of different colors litter the bowl.
- >Covering your mouth, you resist the urge to scream.
- >This isn’t normal at all, even by cartoon equine standard.
- >You run downstair and grab a rubber glove from the kitchen, quickly returning to the pile of sparkly poop.
- >Picking up one of the gems, you examine it thoroughly.
- >It stinks like shit, obviously, but it looks like a fresh cut jewel that was just polished.
- >Digging your hand into the toilet, you grab a handful of the gems and dump them into the sink, making sure to rinse them.
- >What are you going to do with these things?
- >You can't flush them down the toilet; that would destroy the plumbing.
- >Grabbing a satchel, you dump all the jewels into it and get dressed before heading outside.
- >You can't help but feel nervous.
- >You're technically carrying a pile of shit in a satchel.
- >As ponies curiously watch you sprint down the street, you head to your one friend will be able to help you out in a time of need.
- "Rarity! Rarity! Open the door!"
- >You commence to bang on the door with your fist, constantly checking the bag to see if the jewels are still there to make sure you're not going insane.
- >Rarity opens the door, groggy from being suddenly woken up.
- >"Anonymous, it's only eight in the morning. What's the matter?"
- >Pushing past her, you close the door and lock it.
- "Look."
- >You open the bag, the jewels shining brightly in the dim lighting.
- >Rarity's eyes widen in surprise as she grabs one of the gems and examines it.
- >"Anonymous! These are beautiful! Wherever did you find them?"
- >Scratching the back of your head, you trying to speak complete sentences, but fail horribly.
- "Well, uh... um, I kind of... didn't..."
- >"It's no matter where, these are beautiful gems!"
- >She turns to you with a big grin plastered on her face.
- >"Are they for me?"
- >Your heart sinks.
- "I... well, I think the food from last night—"
- >"Oh, Anonymous! You shouldn't have! That dinner was a friendly gesture. You didn't have to get me such an adequate gift!"
- >Rarity snatches the satchel from your hands and trots over to her desk.
- >Now you're in some deep shit.
- >Both literally and figuratively.
- >You can't just tell her that you gave her a bag of shit.
- >Maybe it's best if you keep quiet about it.
- >"What's with all the noise down here?"
- >Turning to the staircase, you lay eyes on Sweetie Belle, her face just as sleepy as her sister's.
- >Your stomach rumbles at the sight of her.
- >It has a mind of its own: it knows she can supply the food it needs.
- "Morning, Sweetie Belle!"
- >Sweetie raises an eyebrow to your sudden burst of eagerness.
- "Say, did you eat breakfast yet?"
- >She slowly shakes her head as Rarity gives you a slick smile.
- >"Anon, are you hungry?" Rarity asks.
- >Your stomach does a flip at the thought of eating her food.
- "How about we let Sweetie Belle make breakfast? She could use the practice."
- >Sweetie Belle's eyes look like they're going to burst out of her head.
- >"Oh! Can I Rarity? Can I?"
- >Rarity rolls her eyes and lets out an annoy sigh.
- >"I suppose."
- >"Yay!"
- "Yay!"
- >Rarity seems rather surprised as you cheer and follow Sweetie Belle into the kitchen.
- >"Okay, Anon. What would you like for breakfast?"
- >Your mind begins to go astray.
- >It feels like you haven't eaten in days.
- "How about eggs and toast?"
- >Sweetie Belle nods and gathers the ingredients from the fridge and pantry.
- >As she prepares the meal, you set the table and take a seat.
- >She returns with a cup of black liquid and a smouldering pile of... something.
- >Doesn't matter.
- >You pick up a piece of the black chunks, a little hesitant to bite it.
- >But as soon as you put it in your mouth, you feel like you've tasted heaven.
- >Looking at the glass, you wonder what's inside.
- >Only one way to find out.
- >Taking a sip, you feel utterly confused.
- >It's toast.
- >Before long, you clear the plate and glass, patting your belly.
- "Ah, sweet relief."
- >Sweetie Belle grabs your dish and places it in the sink before trotting off to the foyer.
- "Hey, Sweetie Belle! Wait up!" you exclaim, chasing after her.
- >She turns to you with a curious look on her face.
- "What are you going to do for lunch?"
- >Her face grows uneasy as you force a smile.
- >"I don't know. We just ate. I was actually going to hang out with Applebloom and Scootaloo today. We're going to try and get our cutie marks in dancing."
- >Crap.
- >As much as you hate to admit it, this filly is your meal ticket.
- >You're left with no choice.
- "I know how to dance."
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