Undiluted
Ch. 1

By NeverClever

Pinkie looked up from her tray of cupcakes. Who could possibly be knocking on the door this late at night?

She hopped over, but before she could answer it the door burst open and a cloaked figure sauntered in.

“Hi! Welcome to Sugarcube Corner! Can I help you with something?”

“Yes! I am here for REVENGE.”

Pinkie rubbed her chin. “I don’t think we carry that…”

Trixie lowered her hood. “Are you Twilight Sparkle’s friend?”

“Yep.” Pinkie gasped. “Oh! I remember you! You’re that obnoxious magician that Twilight embarrassed a few months ago! Trixie, right?” Pinkie smiled. “How’s it going?”

“It’ll be going much better once I’ve enslaved all of that accursed unicorns friends.” Trixie flung aside her cloak.

Pinkie frowned. “Well, that doesn’t sound very nice.”

Trixie rolled her eyes. She waved a hand at her neck, an ornate, pointy piece of jewelry hung there. The square gem in it’s center glowed a dull red. “Like my necklace?” Trixie asked suddenly.

Pinkie leaned in. “It looks kind of evil.”

“Very astute.” The amulet let out a brilliant red flash and Pinkie staggered backward.

“W-what the…” She put a hand to her forehead. Her eyes scrunched shut. The spots dancing in front of her eyes were incredibly persistent. They seemed to spread rather than going away like usual. “My head feels weird.”

“That’s not good,” Trixie replied. “Perhaps you’re hungry?” She snapped her fingers and a loud grumble lurched out of Pinkie’s stomach.

Pinkie clutched a hand to her stomach. “But, I just ate…” I can’t be hungry, can I? Pinkie shook her head, but the fuzzy, heavy feeling remained. She could’ve sworn she just ate. And Trixie had said something about enslavement, hadn’t she?

“Oh no no, you’re positively famished. Trust me, I can tell.”

“Trust…you? You can?” Pinkie rubbed her head, but she still felt tired. It was incredibly hard to put her thoughts together for some reason.

“Oh my, you’re so hungry you can’t even think straight.” Trixie smirked. “You must need something with a little more protein.”

“I do?” Seems reasonable.

Trixie sauntered away from Pinkie and slowly settled onto the couch. She worked her butt into the cushions a little and spread her legs. Her body looked amazing. Every curve seemed to go in just the right direction. Pinkie took a hesitant step towards the unicorn. She didn’t know why. She saw naked ponies all day, every day, and none of them had ever seemed so alluring before. She took another step. Another rumble leaked out of her stomach, and a gentle touch of not-quite-a-headache swept across her head. It kind of felt like being buzzed. The realization almost made Pinkie relax a little, and she took another step towards the pristine unicorn. Then she started to remember what had happened the last time she had gotten smashed on cider and she paused. This wasn’t right.

Trixie raised an eyebrow. There was a bright red flash. When it had faded, there was a petite, though not small, penis sprouting out of her groin. It was very erect despite its sudden appearance. It looked as perfect as the rest of her.

Trixie waved a hand in front of her body. “Help yourself,” she said simply.

Pinkie blinked really hard. Something felt off about this, but it was hard to say what. “I…I don’t think I should.”

Trixie’s eyes flashed red. “But you’re so hungry, remember?”

Pinkie couldn’t argue with that. She was famished for some reason. She groggily walked over to the couch and knelt down. Trixie’s penis smelled wonderful. It was so close to her face, the smell was driving her mad. Why had she been so hesitant a moment ago, anyway?

Before Pinkie could think about it too much, she felt a hand on the back of her head, pushing her face onto Trixie’s dick. She didn’t even remember opening her mouth, but it slipped right onto Trixie’s crotch.

The taste was incredible. Pinkie had never tasted anything like it, and not just because she was a virgin. Her tongue immediately, instinctively started to crawl and swirl all over Trixie’s penis, trying to get as much of the taste on it as possible to stick in her mouth.

Trixie’s fingers curled themselves up in Pinkie’s mane. Her hand started to move Pinkie’s head up and down, back and forth. Pinkie’s face pistoned forward and back across the smooth flesh, and after a few repeats of the motion Trixie untwined her fingers and slowly drew her hand away from Pinkie.

Pinkie didn’t stop. The gentle suggestion given by the hand persisted even though it wasn’t there anymore. She continued to piston up and down. Back and forth. Forward and back. Her neck started to tire almost immediately, but Pinkie didn’t care. Precum began dribbling out of the cock, and that only gave her more incentive. It tasted incredible. So incredible it pushed all other thoughts out of her mind.

She thrust her muzzle forward with renewed vigor. She felt the tip of Trixie’s dick brush the back of her throat, and she felt her nose bump against Trixie’s body. Each sensation sent a tiny jolt of pleasure through her body. Her groin started to get very warm. She was tempted to reach a hand down there, but she needed all the leverage she could get to bob her face up and down onto Trixie’s incredible dick.

Trixie let out a low, husky moan. “Oh, yes. The Great and Powerful Trixie approves of this. Don’t stop.”

This continued for a long time. Pinkie couldn’t tell exactly how many minutes passed. It felt like a lot. Every so often something at the back of her mind would tell her this wasn’t a good idea, remind her that she wasn’t hungry, that she didn’t even know this pony, that Trixie had said something about evil necklaces and enslavement… but then another dribble of pre would ooze out of Trixie’s cock and Pinkie would lose her train of thought, immediately returning her thoughts to the myriad of wonderful tastes in her mouth. It was hard to retrieve that niggling objection, or even remember it when there were so many wonderful sensations wracking her body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Pinkie felt the cock in her mouth twitch. Trixie suddenly peeled her legs off the couch and wrapped them around Pinkie’s head. Pinkie swirled her tongue across the penis a few more times and suddenly Trixie came spectacularly. Her back arched and she let out the latest and loudest in a long line of gasps. A new, enticing taste shot out of her dick straight into Pinkie’s mouth.

The flood of cum caught Pinkie by surprise, but she quickly began to slurp it down. It tasted incredible. Amazing. Addicting, even. Trixie’s legs slowly relaxed, and she unwrapped them from Pinkie’s head and returned them to the cushions, her breath coming in heavy, slow intervals.

But the flow coming from her dick didn’t relax at all. This seemed odd, but Pinkie continued drinking and swallowing and drinking and swallowing. The source of the fluid didn’t seem that important, as long as there was more of it.

Pinkie slumped against the couch, the fatigue of her neck and leg muscles finally catching up to her. Her arms fell limply to her sides and she continued to slurp up the stream of cum flowing out of Trixie’s penis. Her chest pressed against the edge of the couch, and every so often one of Trixie’s legs would brush against her boobs, sending an inexplicable shiver of pleasure across her body.

Pinkie’s stomach began to grow warm. If she had bothered to look down she would’ve seen her belly bulging slightly, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Trixie. Her face was pressed up against the mare’s crotch, but her eyes slowly crawled upward. That toned stomach, that amazing pair of breasts, that pretty red and black necklace, those luscious lips, and finally those eyes. They had this beautiful red tint. It made Pinkie relax even more, if that was possible. Those eyes let her know everything was going to be okay no matter what as long as Trixie was there.

The warmth in her stomach began to spread across her body, and it quickly headed down to her crotch. Pinkie instinctively reached a hand down there.

Trixie smirked. “Ah ah ah. The Great and Powerful Trixie didn’t give you permission for that, did she, Pinkie?”

Pinkie’s hand jolted to a stop. No, of course not, Pinkie thought to herself. How silly of me. She tried to shake her head, but didn’t want to mess up her swallowing motions. Her arms went limp again, just like the rest of her body. The warmth in her stomach and crotch began to spread again, all over her. Down to the tips of her toes and to the tips of her fingers and the pool of heat in her pussy only became that much more intense. The voice in her head began to panic a little. This didn’t feel right. Even the look in Trixie’s eyes didn’t diminish that vague panic. But then the warmth spread up to her head and all her fears melted away in an instant.

Pinkie suddenly felt full, and she started to pull her head back. A hand gently pushed her back down. No, I’m full, aren’t I? Pinkie continued drinking, but it felt odd. Why was there still so much cum coming out? Why was she drinking it if she was full? Why was she drinking it at all?

Pinkie looked up at Trixie. She must know. She knows everything.

The blue unicorn smiled.

“I didn’t give you permission to stop, did I?” Trixie’s eyes and horn flashed red for the briefest moment.

No, of course not. I wasn’t thinking, Pinkie said to herself. She continued drinking up Trixie’s cum. She’ll let me know when I’m done.

Trixie looked down. Pinkie’s belly had become quite engorged; it was practically sagging towards the floor. She might’ve been imagining it, but it looked like the pink pony’s hips and thighs might’ve rounded out ever so slightly as well. There was a noticeable trickle of juices flowing out of her pussy, dripping into a small puddle on the floor.

“Oh dear, we can’t have you leaking all over the carpet.” Trixie smirked. Her horn glowed for a moment and a cloth square materialized out of nowhere, wrapped in Trixie’s blood-red magic aura. The diaper floated underneath Pinkie’s groin and wrapped itself closed. Moments later there was a loud snap.

Finally Trixie cut off the magical stream of cum and pulled Pinkie off her dick. The pink pony’s eyes were glazed over, and her head lolled slightly as Trixie held it up. Even though there was nothing in her mouth she continued to make the same drinking motions she had been moments before. A dribble of cum trickled down the side of her mouth.

“Now don’t you feel nice and full?” Trixie asked.

Pinkie nodded slowly, her mouth still swallowing and her tongue hanging out of her mouth ever so slightly. Her eyes were vacant and not looking at anything in particular.

Trixie untangled her hand from Pinkie’s mane and stood up. Pinkie’s body immediately slumped down, her head drooping to the side and her eyes still half-lidded and empty.

“Get up, slave. Don’t you need to go finish those cupcakes you were working on before I showed up?”

Pinkie fell onto her side and then slowly, unsteadily rose to her feet, her belly sloshing audibly as she got up one limb at a time. She meandered back to the kitchen, to the tray of plain cupcakes on the counter. Her stomach rumbled and her diaper drooped slightly. She reached towards her crotch, into her diaper, and into her pussy. When she pulled her hand out there was a glob of Trixie’s cum covering her hand. She absently reached over and smeared it on the cupcakes. She sucked on her hand a little, licking up the leftover semen, then reached back down. She grabbed another scoop and repeated the process, and then did so again.

Trixie chuckled. “A lovely frosting job, Pinkie. I’m sure your friends will find those very delicious. Of course, they’ll have to, if I have anything to say about it.”

Trixie sauntered over to the couch again, rubbing her amulet thoughtfully as she decided which of Twilight’s friends to go after next.

Author's Note

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