Title:           Pinkie's Gambling Problem (Greentext; SFW)
Author:          AspirantWritesThings
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First Edit:      Saturday 30th of July 2016 05:46:53 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 5th of September 2016 03:10:04 PM CDT

>The smell of sugar and flour is thick in the air of the dimly lit den as you duck your head to fit in the pony-standard sized door; A green poker table sits beneath the sole low-hanging light in the center of the room - a shadowy set of ponies filling five of the six chairs around the table.
>The game has been going for some time, it seems; stacks of tan-colored discs sit on the table in front of each figure though one has far more than the others.
>Who would've guessed Sugarcube Corner could look so ominous.
 
>Approaching the table, you get a better look at those playing.
>An unmistakable hat pokes out from the darkness beyond the light, and a strand of buckwheat shifting from one side of her mouth to the other identifies your farmer friend, Applejack.
>"Hah! A straight!" A tomboy-ish voice calls out, cracking slightly as the figure tosses her poker hand face-up on the table. Rainbow Dash.
>"You'll have to do better than that, dear," says another; voice smug but perfect in diction. The white hoof that lays down a superior straight, and the glint of purple mane under the light, call out Rarity.
>"Ugh. Fold," says Spike, leaning over the table and tossing his hand dismissively.
>That must mean....
>"Fluuuush!" Pinkie exclaims excitedly, slamming her cards on the table and raking the pile of discs from the center into her massive horde, "Hee hee! I win again!"
>The others groan. Rainbow Dash slumps back in her seat as Rarity harumphs and turns her nose up at the table.
>"Oh, hey buddy!" Spike says from his seat, waving at you, "Come to pick up Pinkie?"
>"Bout time," Rainbow Dash mumbles, "Pinkie's been taking us to the cleaners all evening!"
>"I daresay she's been taking it seriously," Rarity sighs, "Out of all of us I wouldn't have expected-"
>"That's because we're playing for macaroons, Rarity. Macaroons!" Pinkie hops excitedly in her seat, "Amazing fresh super delicious macaroons straight from Mrs. Cake's excess from the mega monthly macaroon sale!"
 
>"Pinkie, you've got enough macaroons to last you a week," Applejack chides, "And that's just from being an assistant to the Cakes! Let alone how many you've won off of us."
>"Hey, hey! Not my fault you girls have teeeerrible poker faces," Pinkie says, "Except for Spike. You gotta watch him, he's sneaky."
>"What's that supposed to mean?" Spike says, banging the table with a fist and knocking stacks of cookies over.
>"Spike!"
>"Hey, watch it!"
>Spike sheepishly sits back down, then reaches over and eats one of his betting cookies.
>"Hey! I could've won that!" Pinkie says with an uncharacteristic growl.
>"Ooookay, time to go," you proclaim, wandering over to the pink horse and putting a hand on her shoulder.
>Pinkie reflexively grabs her cookies and pulls them to her fuzzy chest, making everyone shake their head.
>"Looks like the sugar madness has gone to her head again," AJ says solemnly.
>"Pinkie, dear; no pony is going to take your cookies. You can set them down," Rarity pleads.
>"At least put them in a bag or something," Rainbow Dash rolls her eyes, "I mean c'mon."
>"Wait, no, please!" Pinkie turns, looking up at you with wide, sad eyes as she clutches her macaroons dearly, "One more round? Please?"
>"I think you've had enough," you reply, placing your other hand on Pinkie's left shoulder, "Come on. Let's put your cookies in a bag and let's go home."
>"But I can keep winning! Don't you like macaroons? Come oooooon!"
 
 
>You suddenly drop your hands under Pinkie's hooves and lift her from her fold-out chair.
>"Nooooo~!" Pinkie whines, kicking her hind legs in the air as macaroons fall from her grasp onto the table and chair, "One more round! Come on, I can take 'em!"
>She gasps as she realizes she's dropping cookies, eyes darting to the pile in her grip and the onsie-twosies falling.
>Before anyone can get a bag for the sugar-mad mare she stuffs every macaroon in her grasp into her mouth, bulging her cheeks wide like a squirrel and letting out muffled noises as she waves her hooves at the remaining macaroons on the table.
>The onlooking ponies let out sighs; save for Rainbow Dash, who laughs raucously alongside Spike as you carry the struggling, full-mouthed Pinkie toward the exit.
>"Ehll gom baffer ou!" she laments, repeating until the two of you are outside Sugarcube Corner in the warm air of a summer night.
 
>Pinkie eventually swallows her mouthful of macaroons and - though no doubt buzzed on sugar - rests in your arms without fuss. Stomach bulging slightly from her precious cookie horde consumption, she bashfully apologizes as the two of you reach home.
>"I-I just can't control myself around those tasty things," Pinkie says with a guilty grin, "And the others are sooooo bad at poker; I mean, have you ever seen AJ try to lie? It's so easy to tell! I couldn't help myself with such easy pickings! You should play with us sometime! In fact, we can go back right now! There's still time! There's still macaroons!"
>Pinkie continues to half-apologize half-try-to-convince-you as you bring her into the house and shut the door behind you, before you navigate to the bedroom and unceremoniously dump the cookie-pudge bellied mare onto the bed.
>Pinkie Pie thumps into the bed with a gentle yelp, before giggling and rolling around on the comforter - full of energy but suddenly complacent.
>You sigh; The poofy haired pink pony is such a handful, sometimes.
>"H-hey," Pinkie says softly, "Are you okay? I didn't...didn't make you mad or anything, did I?"
>Sitting on the bed you sigh again before smiling at your sugar-coated sweetheart, "No, not mad. Just wish you'd maybe shared some of those cookies!"
>You surprise her with a tickle-attack, and the two of you roll across the bed in fits of laughter until Pinkie gives up when she says she might spout macaroons.
>As the two of you wind down, Pinkie maneuvers herself to be your small spoon.
>"H-hey," she says softly as you wrap your arms around her, "Rub my belly?"
>Laughing, you gently rub Pinkie's pudgy stomach. She giggles, but quickly relaxes and pushes gently back into you as you continue.
>Eventually, the macaroon gambling monster gently falls asleep against you without a care in the world.
>Slowly, you follow suit.