Punny Pinkie: Donuts

>*GROWL*

>Is it three in the afternoon already?

>Looking up at the clock, you pat your belly.

>Sure enough, your stomach's on time.

>Rolling up your newspaper, you stand up from your seat and head out the door.

>If there's anything you love more than life itself, it's a famous Sugarcube Corner Red Velvet Donut.

>Your mouth begins to water thinking about that soft, moist pastry in your mouth, all sugary and delicious.

>As you come back to your senses, you notice two things: ponies are staring at you and there is inordinate amounts of drool expelling from your mouth.

>Wiping your face clean, you sprint off towards the bakery.

>The door flies open, letting the sweet smell of treats fill your nostrils.

>Pinkie, hearing the sound of the bell, bounces out from kitchen to greet you.

>But something's off...

>Her usual smile is nowhere to be seen.

>Instead, her ears are tilted back and a frown covers her lips as she catches sight of you.

"Afternoon, Pinkie. I'm here for the usual."

>She let's out a nervous sigh.

>"I'm sorry, Anon, but we don't sell the red velvet donuts any more."

>Your heart sinks.

>The only thing in this world that brings you joy; gone.

>Grabbing Pinkie by the scruff of her neck, you bring her up to your face.

>Only one question courses your mind.

"Why."

>An evil, sinister grin curls onto Pinkie's face.

>"The Cakes stopped making donuts after they got tired of the hole thing!"