Rarity and her fear of Pancakes

>On this morning Rarity had decided to make herself some pancakes from scratch.
>Mixing the batter and frying them up to perfection.
>However, as she removed the finished pancakes from the pan setting them on the plate, she felt something, unnatural.
>She carried the plate to the table with magic removing the pan from the stove.
>Rarity slathers on butter, and pours syrup over the pancakes.
>Raritys younger sister Sweetie Belle was away today with her friends, leaving Rarity all alone with her meal.
>She grabs the proper utensils sitting them next to the table.
>Then Rarity herself sits in front of her plate.
>She can't bring herself to lift the utensils once again.
>Something, seems off about the pancakes.
>She stares at them, observing their texture.
>They seem just as ordinary as any other pancakes she's seen.
>Rarity looks around the room getting the feeling shes being watched, this uncomfortable tense feeling.
>She turns back to the pancakes, as she looks at them again, she feels a rising swell in her head.
>Like the onset of a headache, panging at her.
>Perhaps it's the workload, she has been under a lot of stress with her new fashion line.
>Rarity looks at the pancakes for several more minutes.
>Each minute more painful than the last.

>It's so simple right?
>Rarity keeps staring, knowing instinctively she has to do something here.
>What is it though she wonders.
>Eating the pancakes doesn't seem right.
>Sticking the fork into their surface seems as wrong to her as sticking her fork into a cat.
>And she would never do something like that to her own cat.
>Her headache has instensifed so much that she pushes herself away from the table and walks away from her plate.
>She feels the growl of her stomach.
>Someone as busy as her doesn't get many chances to eat, this may be the only time..
>And yet..
>No, perhaps, another time.
>She wraps up the pancakes putting them in the fridge for later.
>It's not the first time she's gone to work on an empty stomach.
>Surely she can do it again.


>Rarity focuses on her designs.
>The calm quiet of the room leaves her little else to focus on but her work.
>What was it that stopped her from eating?
>It's not like she's never eaten pancakes before.
>Rarity rather quite likes them.
>But why..
>She stares in the reflection as sun breaks through the clouds.
>She sees the slight bags in her eyes.
>Staying up late has thrown off her schedule.
>She must meet deadlines, she must keep designing new clothes.
>But inspiration is not always easy.
>The work is tedious, even using the machine.
>Her eyes won't let her slip up.
>They can see everything, every slight flaw.
>And of course, quality is expected of her work.
>One bad review, one missed stitch could lead to ruin.
>She must stay focused.


>Night comes, her younger sister came and said hi briefly earlier while Rarity was still at work.
>But she's done now, and the younger sister is asleep.
>The weariness of the day has numbed her senses.
>Rarity comes to the kitchen in the night lighting the dark boutique with her horn.
>Saving electricity will cut costs down.
>A savvy business woman knows how important it is to save money.
>She feels the hunger grip her stomach.
>She opens the fridge.
>Nothing has been previously made.
>Nothing can be consumed in it's raw form.
>Sitting, on the top shelf in the middle, the pancakes, wrapped in plastic wrap.
>Rarity feels a sense of uneasyness seeing them again.
>She grabs the plate taking it and shutting the fridge.
>Darkness surrounds her breifly before she relights the area with her horn.
>She floats some untensils hastily from a drawer before sitting down at the table.
>She looks at them again.
>But something feels very wrong here.
>Goosebumps run along Rarities skin.
>Her instincts are telling her to put them away.
>That she shouldn't eat them.
>And yet the hunger grips her.
>The dark room so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
>In darkness she stares at the pancakes.
>The pancakes themselves seem to have an odious quality to them.
>Generally unpleasant to be around, and certainly not something she'd want to eat.
>Rarity sighs as she floats the pancakes back into the fridge.
>As she closes the fridge door she immediately feels a wave of relief wash over her.


>Rarity lies awake in bed.
>The pancakes are still in her home.
>Still there in the fridge, to haunt her when she pulls the door open again.
>So vexing..
>She felt no uneasyness holding the eggs or flour or any of the other ingredients.
>But as soon as they were complete, that's when it began.
>Theres no reason she should feel this way..
>After all, they're just ordinary pancakes.
>Pancakes are totally harmless.
>So why..

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>It's dark all around her.
>A big black empty room
>Suddenly, from the abyss,
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"W-what was that?!"
>Rarity walks around in the cold black room.
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"W-whos there!?"
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>Why, why are these sounds..
>It's all, so familiar..
>Suddenly she walks into a small plate of them.
>Her head throbs as syrup from the darkness is being drenched over their surface.
>Raritys breathing intensifies as something about them is making her very uncomfortable.
"Go away, I don't want to eat you!"
>Rarity runs away into the darkness.
>She turns back, and the pancakes are still right behind her.
>She runs faster, faster, speeding as fast as she can through the dark room.
>She looks back again however, and the pancakes are still there as if she hadn't moved at all.
>Still right there, she can't get away no matter how fast she runs.
"Stop, stop please, go away!"
>Pancakes, mere feet away from her.
>Rarity scrambling, backing away, but she can't seem to get any farther from them.
?She screams.

>Rarity wakes up, covered in sweat, her heart racing.
>She sits up in her bed.
>She takes in a deep breath.
>Rarity goes to the bathroom, relieving herself and washing up.
>Now realizing that perhaps the pancakes are the source of her problem.
>The logical thing to do would be to throw them away right?
>Yes, first thing she gets to the kitchen, she'll just throw the pancakes away and this whole nightmare will be over.

>Rarity walks down the stairs, smelling the distinct scent of..
>Maple syrup..
>She rushes down the stairs to the kitchen seeing the plate of pancakes on the table.
>The fridge left wide open, all the rest of the food gone.
>Rarity breathes heavily as she turns back to see the pancakes still on the table.
>Her hooves trembling.
>Her sister walks through the door.
>"Oh there you are Rarity, good morning!"
>She walks over to Rarity looking up at her with big doe eyes.
>"Whats the matter Rarity?"
"T-the food, in the fridge.. WHAT HAPPENED TO IT?!"
>She raises her eyebrow at Rarity.
>"Rarity, all the food was expired!"
"W-what do you mean, why then.. The pancakes.."
>"Well, I figured you made them yesterday since I didn't see them there the day before, so I figured I'd leave them in there so you'd have something to eat for breakfast."
"O-oh, S-sweetie.. Isn't that.. Nice.."
>Raritys sister pushes her toward and into the chair.
>"Yeah! So go on, I'm sure you must be starving!"
>Rarity smiles cheesily looking uncomfortably at the platter of pancakes.
>Their presence still wholly unsettling to her.
>"W-well?"
"O-oh, Sweetie, it's just that.."
>"Whats wrong?"
"Nothing! It's just that I'm not hungry is all!"
>She scoots herself away from the table.
>"But you haven't even eaten yet."
"N-now now Sweetie Belle, run along, your sister is very busy with her new fashion line and needs to get to work!"
>She says pushing herself away from the table and excusing herself.
>"You aren't skipping meals again like you used to when we were younger are you?"
>Rarity stops in her tracks.
"What?"
>Sweetie Belle walks closer to Rarity.
>"You used to skip meals all the time, remember when we were younger, and you got upset because the other ponies were calling you fat?"
"B-but you were so young at the time, how could you even remember?"
>"I remember, you used to push your food away, say you weren't hungry. Mom and Dad were really worried too."
"T-this isn't like that!"
>"Are you sure Rarity?"
"Yes, now be a good girl and run along. I must continue my work."
>Sweetie Belle frowns.
>"If you say so."


>The pancakes were put back in the fridge..
>The second day with no food.
>Her stomach claws at her with pain.
>She wants to get something to eat but all there is, is those pancakes.
>Pay isn't for another day, and the money is tight.
>Rarity did skip meals sometimes, but it was for the best.
>It was good that she chose to lose the weight.
>But this has nothing to do with weightloss.
>It's not as if she doesn't enjoy pancakes..
>So why can't she just sit down and eat them?
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>Night comes again, and Rarity falls asleep.
>She ate nothing once again.
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>It's the dark room again, and the pancakes are there.
"Why.. Why won't you leave me alone!?"
>A voice, so gentle and sweet.
>Tender like the words of a kind grandfather.
>"I don't want to hurt you Rarity, I want to be your friend."
"Thats a lie!"
>"I want to nourish you, and help you grow."
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"W-what are those sounds!? Stop, stop it!"
>"I just want to help you grow."
>Rarity loses control of her body as she lunges forward toward the pancakes.
>She begins to devour the pancakes with her bare hooves.
>With her mouth full saying,
"No, stop, don't make me!"
>The taste is delicious, and there are more pancakes.
>Pancakes, pancakes, pancakes..
>So many pancakes!
>But now..
>Raritys body bloats.
>The laughter of the children intensifies.
"Stop it, please! I can't.. I can't stop it! I'm so hungry I can't stop eating!"
>Rarity cries as she consumes the sweet pancakes, the laughter grows louder till it's near deafening.
>A mirror shows the grotesque form of an overstuffed Rarity.
"Oh, look at me, I look simply awful!"
>Rarity blinks, and in an instant, she sees her form in the mirror become pancakes.
>She feels her squishy form.
>Syrup suddenly rains from the empty blackness coating Rarity.
>The cold sticky disgustingness all over her.
>Rarity struggles but she can't move.
>More and more syrup pours on her, until it begins to suffocate.

>Rarity wakes up covered in sweat.
>She goes to shower and freshen up again.
>She emerges and goes into the kitchen pulling out the pancakes
>She sits at the table with her utensils.
>Staring at them once again.
>"Aren't you hungry Rarity?"
"I'm fine dear. I'm going to get back to work now."
>Rarity gets up putting the pancakes back in the fridge before heading back to work.

END.