A Spoonful of Terror prologue"Hmmm. I'm running out of my secret ingredient again." She tapped a hoof to her chin. "Looks like I hafta draw another one. Now, where did I put that... oh, THERE it is!" The pony bounced over to a large glass fishbowl, filled with slips of paper."Wonder who's next." She stuffed her hoof in, fished around for a second, then drew a slip. "Ahhh, number 525. Let's see here..." She turned to a small notebook."Uhhh... Ooo, it's HER!" She turned to a shape on her dresser. "Looks like you get to be with your best friend!"The skull simply stared blankly back, its tiara set at a jaunty angle.
Blood on the SnowPain. That was the first thing she noticed; her wings felt like they were on fire. The next was that she was on something soft. A bed? Now she sensed someone near. One? No, many... six voices, at least. Suddenly, the events of the past week came back to her in a flood, and she struggled to get upright, only to cry out in pain."Whoa, there, sugarcube. Take it easy," a soothing southern drawl from her left. With a groan she eased back down and cracked her eyes. A blur of colors slowly resolved into the form of six ponies, and a... dragon?"YAY, she's awake! We gotta have a party for her now!" squealed a bouncing, poofy-maned pink earth pony."Pinkie, darling, why on EARTH should we have a party now?" questioned a beautifully styled unicorn."Well, DUH, Rarity, to celebrate her recovery!" Pinkie laughed with a wide grin.The baby dragon rolled his eyes and returned to gnawing on the large diamond he was eating.A lavender unicorn with a pink streaked mane stepped forward, s