Pinkie Pie works at the cakes shop. She is the main baker in the shop, and has lots of experience. Pinkie Pie is about to pump out sweets quickly and efficiently, but how? Pinkie hands can’t move very fast (using a beater) but can move her legs much quicker, as is she often races Rainbow Dash. While it took a lot of persuasion, the cakes agreed to let Pinkie use her feet while cooking, although they must be kept clean for hygienic reasons. Pinkie always made sure her feet were squeaky clean, and to reduce sweat, she started wearing flip flops. They felt much better, and looked cuter might I add.

Pinkie Pie was at home, she was thinking about pranks she could pull on Rainbow dash. Pinkie got a letter in the door, “Oooo what could this be?” She wondered. Pinkie opened the letter.

~dear Pinkie Pie, me, the wife, and the kids are going on vacation for a weak, we’re putting you in charge of things while we’re gone. We also have a new ingredient, red berry jam, we need you to test it out for us and see if it’s any good.

Sighed Mr. Cake~

Pinkie was pleased, “a whole week of running the cakes SHOP!” She gasped, “and I get to try a new flavor!” Pinkie was speechless, but very excited.

Late in the afternoon, Pinkie raced down to the cakes shop, as the sandals slapped against her heals. People wonder how Pinkie never trips on them, but they didn’t question it. Pinkie Pie was at the cakes shop, she used her key to get in. She checked around to see if everyone was gone, she was completely alone. Pinkie Pie jumped for joy. She then replied about the new flavor, “Red berry jam?” She thought, “never heard of it.” Pinkie slipped her flips off and pinked them up, she always smelled them to make sure her feet weren’t dirty. “Clean as can be!” She smiled to herself. She walked into the kitchen and spotted to jar on a shelf. “That must be it!” Pinkie shouted, “I mean it is red.” She grabbed the jar from off the shelf. She opened it an took a wiff, “smells like berries, this must be it.” Pinkie then grabbed a glob of dough, she placed it on the smooth wooden table. Pinkie then jumped on to the table with great speeds. Pinkie Pie spread flour on her feet, she then squished the dough as the flour mixed in. She squished and squashed the dough for a few minutes, until it turned a soft brown. “Now to add the jam!” Pinkie said to herself. Pinkie had handled Jam in the past, it was usability sticky, but manageable. Pinkie Pie pored the red goo on to her feet, it wasn’t too cold. She closed the lid and threw the jar back on to the shelf, it landed perfectly back into it proper position. “WOOHOO!” Pinkie shouted.

After her celebration, Pinkie Pie began to squish to jam into the dough, but something was off about this jam. Pinkie Pie though for a moment, “this fells different?” She then tried to get off the table, but then a long red strand unleashed from the dough and pulled her foot back down. Pinkie Pie was puzzled, “that’s odd, why is this so sticky?!” She yanked her left foot, but it was no use, she tried with her right foot, but it was no use. She yanked and yanked, but her feet were covered with red berry sap. It was very hard to move, and Pinky was very worried. “What will the cakes say if I’m not there to run the shop?” Pinkie gasped. Pinkie lifted her feet once more, but her feet were to stuck.

Time passed and Pinkie was still stuck. “At least it can’t get any worse” she said to herself. Pinkie felt the jam oozing between her soft pink toes. Pinkie Pie wiggled her soft chubby toes, she giggled. “This isn’t so bad really” Pinkie lifted her heal and saw the gooey red strand, the strand pulled on her foot. Pinkie foot felt very pleased. Pinkie Pie blushed as she squished the jam into her big soft feet. Pinkies cheeks were as red as the sticky jam.

Pinkie Pie suddenly got an idea of how to escape. She pulled out a machine from underneath the table. “This odd-a do the trick” the machine was a super heater, it was made by an inventive unicorn who thought this would be perfect for families that didn’t have overs, if they wanted to cook. The machine was also magical, it casted a heat resistant spell that formed around a 6 foot radius. Pinkie bought one for cheep, and thought it would be the perfect time to use it.

Pinkie Pie placed the machine on the ground and as it charged up, it activated to heat resistant spell. The heat came barreling out, Pinkie was in aw. As the Super Heater did it’s job. The process felt weird, but Pinkie’s been through stranger.

At last, the process was completed. Pinkie’s feet were now encased in a misshapen loaf. Pinkie Pie poked her finger threw the loaf, out came a gooey red finger. Pinkie Pie licked the jam off. “Still gooey on the inside, I don’t think I was suppose to put that much in there” She though to herself. Pinkie then jumped off the table, carefully. She jumped around until she could find a knife, she cut the thinnest part between her legs, as to not spread the jam everywhere.

Pinkie gasped, “my feet are big loafs of bread, this day gets stranger and stranger.” Pinkie Pie moved her feet around the gooey center. “I must find a way to get this jam off my feet” she said sternly to herself, “but first! I need a rest.” Pinkie Pie looked outside and saw it was dark, she was too tied to go back home, so she sat one of the chairs, placed her head on the table, and went soundly to sleep.