Gourmet
When he was but a blank-flank foal, Pan Sizzle traveled to the Griffon Kingdom with his parents, where he sampled a special something the griffons called “bacon.” The very moment the slightly salty food touched his lips, he felt a change overtake him. When the tears of bliss were wiped from his eyes, he noticed a cutie mark with the appearance of several delectable strips of bacon had spawned on his flank. Pan Sizzle grew into a respected chef, popular for his innovation and his wide range of skills. Although he tried many times to introduce “bacon” to the pony masses, ponies didn’t eat meat (well, most ponies.) He had no trouble making a living serving the same old thing, but he continued to experiment, until he at last perfected his masterpiece: bacon made of hay.
Ponies were slow to adopt something new into their strict diets. The resemblance the hay bacon bore to strips of flesh carefully carved from a squealing pig was too unsettling for many, but at least a few were willing to give it a chance, and their reviews all positive. Pan Sizzle’s big break, however, came when Princess Celestia herself visited his humble food stand, asking to sample the treat that was, according to a Canterlot newspaper, “equal parts delectable and taboo.”
In the recent months, the royal family had decided it would be good to open the boarders of Equestria. Granted, they had never technically been closed, but it was an unspoken rule that by and large, griffons stayed in their kingdom, and ponies stayed in their empire. With the griffon ambassador visiting Canterlot, the princess was looking for something to serve him that he would enjoy, and would remain within a pony’s dietary restrictions. Pan Sizzle’s hay bacon was just the thing she was looking for.
Suddenly, it was quite fashionable for a pony to eat hay bacon. Business was brisk. Even after the craze died down, ponies still regularly came to his shop to sample his treats, as did the growing number of griffons living within Equestria’s borders. But a savvy businesspony is always looking for the next big thing. Pan Sizzle had introduced something new, and it had found acceptance. Now was his opportunity to really wow the market and make a splash. With the International Day to Celebrate All Things Confectionary, Sweet and Sugary, (or Canday as it was colloquially called) fast approaching, he decided on his latest culinary concoction: hay bacon cupcakes.
But baking was a skill that evaded Pan Sizzle. To make those, he would need help. After asking around, it seemed there was a true master of pastries living in Ponyville, so that was where he headed off to.
“You sure about this?” Gilda asked. The stocky griffon woman had been kind enough to fly Pan Sizzle from Canterlot to Ponyville. When Pan Sizzle neither answered her, nor extracted himself from her broad back, she shook herself, like a dog ridding itself of water. Pan Sizzle got the message. Lifting his face from the fluffy feathers of her nape, he slowly slid down her side and onto his own four hooves. Pan Sizzle felt his legs shake weakly beneath him before his muscles tightened. He hated flying, but couldn’t deny it was a fast way to travel. Even with him on her back, Gilda had made the trip from Canterlot to Ponyville in a little under an hour.
“Honestly, you’d think you would be accustomed to flying by now,” the griffon said, rolling her eyes.
“Flying hasn’t been in my blood for a thousand generations like it has been in yours,” Pan Sizzle grumbled. It always felt strange to be back on solid ground. He had spent so much of his adult life in the Griffon Kingdom, around griffons, he occasionally felt out of place when among ponies. His shop in Canterlot was so often filled with griffon tourists, he could go days without even talking to someone with hooves.
“Anyway,” Gilda said, “the place you want to go is Sugarcube Corner, in the village square. You sure you don’t want me to come with you, though? These ponies can get a bit crazy sometimes.”
Coming alongside her, Pan Sizzle nuzzled her cheek gently. “I’ll be fine, Big G. I gotta get this recipe done, and make arrangements for Canday. Boring stuff, and I know how you get when bored.”
The mention of the holiday made the griffon woman shiver. Pan Sizzle did wonder why, but thought better than to ask. Gilda wasn’t exactly an open book about anything. “Write to me, alright?” she asked. “I’ll be in Canterlot a few more days. Queen Sun wants me to help her go over griffon mannerism, so just address to the palace and the letters will find me.” After a (rather hard) punch in the arm, Gilda flapped her powerful wings, and took to the sky, soon disappearing behind a fluffy cloud.
Pan Sizzle was in no rush to get to Sugarcube Corner. He just enjoyed the walk, the safety of being on firm ground like his ancestors had been before him. He just enjoyed… being back home, being among his own kind, who didn’t look at him like something that might make a good meal. The ponies were so polite too. They didn’t shove, or push him out of the way if he lingered a little too long in one spot. Several friendly stallions asked if he was alright, if he needed directions, if he was hungry (he was rather thin for an earth pony after all.)
Eventually, through aimless wander, Pan Sizzle found himself standing outside of Sugarcube Corner. He took a long, deep breath through his snout, savoring the smell of pony pastries baking. He lingered in front of the doors of the bakery, eyes closed, relaxing… when suddenly the doors swung open and smacked him square on the snout. He tumbled back onto his rump, rubbing his nose tenderly, as a blue mare came storming out of the bakery. She was barely balancing a tall stack of boxes on her broad back. In fact, with her focus completely on the stack of boxes, she not only failed to notice she had knocked poor Pan Sizzle over, but she was walking straight for him. Sure she would trip over him and spill her precious stack, he quickly rolled to his side and out of her way.
“Dear, calm down. We have plenty of time,” said a tall, lank stallion who came trotting out of the bakery after her. He was balancing several boxes on his back as well, though seemed to have a better sense of balance. “Look, you knocked somepony over.”
The stallion bent down and bit Pan Sizzle’s nape. Lifting his head, he effortlessly hoisted the smaller earth pony back to his hooves. Still dazed from the door’s smack, Pan Sizzle looked up at the towering stallion, eyes wide.
“Sorry son,” the stallion said. “I hope you can forgive Ms. Cake. She’s just a bit excited about a big order from Princess Luna. You OK?”
Pan Sizzle laughed. “Griffons hit a heck of a lot harder than that when they say hi.”
The lank stallion looked the smaller male over, eventually catching sight of the cutie mark on his flank. “You’re Pan Sizzle?” he asked.
“Yes, I am.”
“I’m Carrot. You already met-“
“Carrot!” the blue mare shouted. “We need to go! We’re going to be late!”
“It’s only noon, dear. Princess Luna probably isn’t even awake yet.” He looked back to Pan Sizzle. “Pinkie Pie is inside. She’s got a real knack for coming up with new confections, so she should be able to help you however you need. Please, help yourself to our kitchen and all our supplies. Pinkie will just open a tab for you?”
Pan Sizzle nodded softly, and watched as the orange stallion trotted off, trying to keep pace with the plump, blue mare.
Griffons weren’t selfish, they were… independent. Not that Pan Sizzle could really blame them. It wasn’t like they led particularly easy lives. Still, it was shocking and… almost heartwarming, how the Cakes were so happy to offer their home, their shop, and all of their supplies to somepony they had only spoken to over a letter or two. “Thank you,” he finally said, but the stallion and the mare were already out of ear shot. Shrugging, he turned and stepped through the bakery’s doors, this time careful if any overly enthusiastic mares decided to crash into him.
Instead, the pink mare inside waited until he was well within the room before bounding over the counter and tackling Pan Sizzle to the ground with her full weight. Teeth smashed together, brain rattled, and rump sore from falling on it twice, all he could think was, And I thought Gilda was rough when she wanted a hug.
“Pan Sizzle, it’s been way too long! Why haven’t you come to see me?!” the pink mare shouted.
Pan Sizzle managed to get his hooves beneath the heavy mare, and with all his might hoist her up. “Do I know you?” he asked.
“Three years ago, you were in the market place selling some of your hay bacon strips. I bought one! It’s great to see you again, Pan. How have you been?”
“I opened a shop in Canterlot…”
The mare Pan Sizzle assumed was Pinkie Pie buried her snout in his chest and took several deep breaths. She shivered and arched her back. “You smell amazing!” she shouted, before leaning down and sniffing over his muzzle. Again, he tried to push her off him, but Pinkie Pie was far from small, and he just couldn’t muster the strength to move her. When her delicate tongue slipped over his face to sample his flavor, he actually found it rather pleasant, and began to relax. Yes, he remembered Pinkie Pie now, she was the insane pony who decided to sing a song, celebrating his presence in the Ponyville market. How he could have forgotten her was a mystery, but he had seen thousands of ponies, griffons, minotaurs and dragons in his travels in the past year alone.
“You taste delicious too!” Pinkie Pie said.
Pan Sizzle chuckled. “It’s part of working with so much grease. It gets into your pores. Makes working around griffons a bit frightening, since they can open their jaws pretty wide when they want to.”
Pinkie Pie giggled. “Like this?” she asked. By Pan Sizzle’s perception, her jaw popped out of alignment and stretched as wide as an anaconda’s. Heavy beads of drool dripped down the mare’s plump lips and sparkling white teeth. One or two blobs grew too fat and rolled off her lips, splashing onto Pan Sizzle’s face. Past the fleshy lips and dull teeth, was a tongue that was very much like a snake, as if the anaconda had eaten a rattler that was trying to escape. The tongue stretched and brushed gently against Pan Sizzle’s cheek, savoring the flavor of grease that stained his fur.
“Alright Pinkie,” he muttered, giving her pudge another push. “That’s enough.”
Pan Sizzle suddenly realized the teeth and maw were getting larger, only to realize Pinkie Pie’s head was coming down upon him. Her tongue expertly coiled around him, the tip placing weight and pressure at the back of his skull, before she lowered her jaws fully. Pan Sizzle found his entire head suddenly inside the warm, pulsating cavern of the mare’s mouth.
The air was warm, and smelled sweet and sugary. It was almost like sticking one’s head into an oven just after baking a cake. As Pan Sizzle wiggled and squirmed furiously, the tongue continued to coil and brush against every inch of his face, occasionally even slipping into his open mouth and… was she trying to kiss him tongue to tongue? The first few times, he passed it off as an accident, but when the full weight of her tongue slipped well past his lips, his body locked still. For several breathless moments, the tongue whipped and squirmed, before finally pulling away. The inside of his cheeks were left with an odd tingle. All the while, Pan Sizzle tried to push Pinkie Pie away, but his hooves kept sinking into the generous pudge.
Griffons rarely showed affection. A punch on the arm, a hard bite on the shoulder, that was what they did to show their love. As Pinkie Pie pulled her head back, finally freeing Pan Sizzle of the stifling cavern, she immediately wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight, hugging him like they were long lost lovers, meeting for the first time in years. She was warm and delightfully soft. Although utterly shocked by what had just happened, he soon wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back, actually smiling despite the copious amount of drool on his face and in his mane. His anger melted away as quickly as it had come, and he found the warm embrace of the mare pleasant on a deeper level than he could imagine.
Of course, with how close they were pressed, he suddenly felt a little tingle between his rear legs, and felt himself poke gently at Pinkie Pie’s thigh. Pinkie Pie stood up. She didn’t seemed to have noticed his jab, and as if nothing odd had happened, hoped over the counter. “How’s Gilda doing?” she asked. “I haven’t seen her since last year’s Canday. …I miss her…”
Pan Sizzle wore a blush on his face that Pinkie Pie seemed oblivious of. He stood slowly, and crossed his rear legs, hoping to hide the pony pride that was peeking out from his crotch. The mention of Gilda calmed him down quite a bit, as she was far from what Pan Sizzle found attractive. “How do you know I was with Gilda?” he managed to ask.
“I can taste her on you, and I never forget a flavor.”
With a deep sigh, he uncrossed his legs, though kept his tail submissively lowered. “Gilda is doing fine. She’ll be coming back for the next Canday.”
Pinkie Pie nodded quickly. “I’ve been experimenting with lots and lots of stuff, trying to bake crickets into carrot muffins. Turns out crickets are a great source of protein. Who da thunk it? I think she’s really going to be happy though, and, I think I should be able to sell the muffins even to ponies, if they can get by the squick factor. Even if I only sell one to Gilda, it’ll be worth it. I love coming up with new recipes.”
“That’s actually why I am here,” Pan Sizzle said. He set his saddle bag down and pulled out a few strands of bacon, carefully kept in plastic wrap. “Hay bacon strips; my specialty. I was wondering if you could come up with some cupcakes they might go with?”
Pinkie Pie carefully unwrapped the tasty treat and spent a moment sniffing the strands. Her mouth opened wide, hoping to gobble the strips up, but Pan Sizzle managed to bop her on the nose before that happened.
“Sorry, sorry,” she said quickly. “It just smells so good. Reminds me of Gilda actually.” She spent a moment pondering, thinking hard about potential confectionary concoctions. Finally, her face lit up and her eyes opened wide. “You know, I have been working on a butter cake batter mix that will go well with these. We can put broken pieces on top…” She smiled devilishly. “I’ll finally be able to beat Applejack and her zap apple recipe. You know, she’s been so cocky ever since she’s won the past six years in a row. This’ll show her who’s the boss mare in Ponyville!”
Pinkie Pie leaned down, and sniffed the bacon strips again. “Three slices of bacon, broken up and put on each cupcake. Twelve cupcakes, two for each judge and a passersby or two to get the buzz out. We’re going to need thirty-eight strips, ASAP! ASAP I said!”
Pan Sizzle took a moment to do the math. “We’d only need thirty-six.”
Pinkie Pie giggled nervously. “Uhm… well, maybe you could let me try just a piece or two?”
The bacon Pan Sizzle had brought wouldn’t be used on the cupcakes. Bacon was best eaten when it was fresh and crispy. Considering Canday was still two weeks away, he hadn’t a clue why she needed the bacon as soon as possible, though assumed she was simply overenthusiastic about the whole affair.
With a smile, he passed the strips over the table and to Pinkie, who squealed with delight. Her thick, warm tongue swept over the table, snatching up all three pieces in a single pass. She munched noisily, dribbles of drool oozing past her lips and slicking her chin. Mentally, Pan Sizzle counted the seconds that ticked by, and was not surprised when, after the flavor settled over her senses, Pinkie Pie’s eyes opened wide and her mouth fell agape. The stallion caught the mare before she tumbled back. She would be catatonic for several moments to come, as the blissful taste of bacon settled over her senses.
“Yeah, I get like that sometimes, but when I’m with the griffons, I get to eat real bacon. None of this hay stuff.”
“Maple!” Pinkie Pie screamed, so suddenly and so loud Pan Sizzle jumped back in fear. Without another word, Pinkie Pie had turned and barreled out of the room and to the kitchen. The sounds of pans smashing together drown out any attempts Pan Sizzle made to ask what was happening.
Trotting into the kitchen, he settled in one of the corners where he would be out of the way. Pinkie Pie was tearing through the kitchen like a hurricane. She snatched up jars and containers in a mad search for something. Her blue eyes skimmed the labels, but disappointed with what she found, she threw the jars carelessly over her shoulder. “Maple!” she shouted again. “I’ve been working on a maple frosting. That, the butter cake, and your bacon strips will all come together in picture-perfect-pastry-perfection! I’ll finally snatch the trophy from that apple fritter queen! But where is the maple! It’s Applejack, I bet. She stole my maple!”
Pan Sizzle ducked as a glass jar was thrown. It screamed through the air, and only the agility he had learned by living with griffons spared him getting it straight in the face. Instead, the glass shattered against the wall behind him. The contents of the jar, some sort of finely minced blue herb, exploded into the air and showered Pan Sizzle. Grumbling, slightly annoyed, he shook his coat until it was free of the clinging blue herb, but only succeeded in filling the air with sprinkled blue. He sneezed.
“Gesundheit,” Pinkie Pie giggled. “Gilda taught me that one. I don’t know what it means in Griffon Land, but it’s got a nice ring to it. I’ve already got a lot of ideas how to make up the cupcakes. We’ll have to run to the shop though. Princess Luna’s order really cleared our stock. Let’s see…” Pinkie Pie closed her eyes, running through the list of ingredients she had long internalized. “Butter, flour, grade A dark amber maple syrup, eggs, baking powder, salt, ginger, milk, vanilla, walnuts… Owe, what a great idea Pinkie! Walnuts! Give the cupcakes a chewy crunch with the bacon’s crisp! Brilliant!”
Pinkie Pie was practically bursting with excitement. She could already taste the sweet confection on her lips, and it got her drooling.
“It’ll be brilliant! They’ll be the most popular thing at the whole fair. How many bacon stripes do you think you can make up between now and then? How long does bacon last? What am I saying, the moment the scent of it wafts through the town we won’t be able to keep it on the plate!”
When she received no answer, Pinkie Pie looked over her shoulder, but Pan Sizzle was nowhere to be found. Frowning, she trotted over to where he had stood and inspected the area, as if Pan Sizzle had simply turned invisible and she would bump into him. “That’s very rude,” she muttered. “Slipping off when I’m trying to talk to you. Why does everyone always do that? Do I talk too much?”
Lifting her tail and bending her rear legs, she dropped her ample posterior to the ground, intent to contemplate the mystery. Her large, pink rump settled firmly on the ground, but she felt a subtle twitch beneath her tail. Nervous that something might fall from the sky, she lifted her hooves over her head and looked up, but the ceiling seemed as firm as ever. While she and the Cakes handled the massive order, Fluttershy had been nice enough to watch over Pound and Pumpkin Cake, so there was no risk the pegasus youth would come crashing through the roof (again). Her tail twitched, though this time she realized it wasn’t her Pinkie Sense going off, it was something under her.
With a heavy grunt, she managed to lift her rotund rump and do a quick spin. Looking at the spot where she had sat down, she noticed a small tan speck, slightly different in shade from the rest of the wood floor. And, now that her ears were swerved towards the spot, she heard faint squeaking. One of her large blue eyes inched closer, until she confirmed what she already knew. She smiled ear to ear, and sure to speak softer for his tiny ears, she said, “Hey there Pan Sizzle. I see you got shrunk.”
Pan Sizzle stared at the monolithic face of the pink mare, mouth agape. Before he had been squeaking to gain her attention, but now his throat went dry, and all that could escape was a pitiful whimper.
“Unless I grew again,” Pinkie Pie continued, “but I don’t think that happened. I can still fit indoors after all. Last time I grew, I ended up being bigger than the whole village. It was pretty cool, but really scary, but Twilight Sparkle and Zecora managed to come up with an arcane-alchemy solution, but then I was too small! Finally, after another attempt; poof, back down to my adorable size.”
Pinkie Pie turned in a sharp circle. To Pan Sizzle, it was like watching a mountain do a 180 spin. The gust her body caused almost knocked him back, but he managed to brace himself and fight the strong winds. When he lifted his head, he was given a rather awesome view of the mare’s colossal posterior, the same great expanse of flesh that had smothered him a few moments before. Pinkie Pie lowered her head to read the label of the jar she had thrown and broken. “Mmmhmmm, Shrinking Violet. It’s an herb that grows in the Everfree Forest. I use it in a few of my special orders. Some of my cliental is a bit… uhm… kinky you might say.” Pinkie Pie giggled and spun once again, causing another gust of wind. This time, Pan Sizzle failed to brace himself, and went tumbling head over hoof across the floor. Pinkie Pie let no shortage of giggles slip out of her lips at the sight. Trotting forward carefully, she lay down just before the shrunken stallion, and leaned close to softly nuzzle him with the tip of her snout. She could tell he was getting a bit peeved at the whole affair, but started to relax as the soft facial fur brushed against him, and the warm billows that slipped from her nostrils.
“How you feeling, Pan? You’re not hurt at all, are you?”
“N-no,” he said softly. “Just… smaller…”
“You might not believe it, but smaller is better than bigger. When you’re bigger, you have to watch where you step and you get really hungry and griffons call you mean things like ‘tons of fun’ and ‘family size’ and you get scared because that same griffon starts to look really tasty but you don’t want to hurt her because she is your friend, you just wish she wasn’t so mean, but when you’re the small one, she starts looking at YOU like you’re the tasty one, and you get to be kinda scared of her, but she’s actually quite gentle when she wants to be, and she takes care of you and lets you sleep on her fluffy feathers, so being the small one is definitely better than being the big one.”
“Uhm…” Pan Sizzle looked down at himself. “Is this reversible?”
“Of course it is, silly. You think I would go around playing with dangerous stuff but not have a way to reverse it?”
Bouncing to her hooves, Pinkie Pie gave a mighty leap forward, over the poor terrified stallion, who nearly felt his heart stop. Time seemed to stand still as the tons and tons of pink flew over his head, before she crashed down behind him. She leapt again, and happily hopped to the ingredients shelf. “Hmm… let’s see… Uhm… yep, need some of that. Some of that. That. And vanilla for flavor. Oh, and goldenrod. Wait, where is the goldenrod? Oh… Uhm…”
With a frown worn on her features, Pinkie Pie walked back to Pan Sizzle, and lay down. “OK, little Pan, here’s the thing: we’re kind of out of one of the ingredients for the cure.”
Dumb moments passed, where Pan Sizzle could do nothing but stare at the monolithic face. He finally settled on the only word that could adequately express his utter disbelief. “What?”
Pinkie Pie recoiled from the voice as if she had been punched by a dragon. Crystals were forming in her eyes, and her lip was quivering. “I’m so sorry. I can get in touch with Zecora. She always has a lot spare herbs for these sort of potions. I… I just… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to throw the jar. I was just really excited. And I should have had the herbs needed, it’s just we’ve been working so hard on filling the order for Princess Luna that it slipped my mind. I-I… I just…”
Tears were rolling down Pinkie Pie’s face. She lowered her head to the ground and closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears at bay, but they slipped past her eyelids and dripped to the floor. She was whimpering apologies and begging forgiveness; until she felt a little weight on one of her lips, then something take hold of her nostril. Placing his rear hoof between Pinkie Pie’s lips, and making sure he had a firm hold above him, Pan Sizzle carefully hoisted himself up. Blinking the tears from her eyes, she saw his little head peek past her snout. A reassuring smile was spread across his lips.
“There is a way to get me back to size?” he asked.
Pinkie Pie nodded her head furiously. Only his tight grip of her nostrils kept Pan Sizzle from being thrown away.
“Can’t say this is what I was hoping for when I woke up in the morning,” the shrunken stallion said. “I came here to do some baking, and end up the size of a cupcake.”
Pinkie Pie smiled, which caused his precarious footing in her lips falter. “You are just about the right size,” she said. When his grip on her nostrils waned and he ended up falling, she quickly slipped out her long tongue and caught him on the thick, warm, slightly bumpy surface.
Pinkie Pie had sampled Pan Sizzle’s flavor before, when his head had a personal view of her maw, but the flavor now was much stronger. Laying sprawled on her tongue like he was, she was given the taste of his cheeks and head, but also his belly and legs and hooves as they struggled to find purchase. The delectable taste of grease and bacon really did infiltrate every inch of Pan Sizzle’s fur and pores, even areas that had no business getting greasy. She licked softly, gently, and found the taste only increased the more she licked, like some sort of magical lollipop. When she heard a muffled shout of protest, she leaned her head down and opened her jaws wide, allowing Pan Sizzle to slide out in a big puddle of drool.
“Sorry, sorry,” she said quickly. “You just taste really, really good.”
Pan Sizzle wiped the slobber from his mane. “Yeah… I get that a lot.”
The mare lowered her chin to the ground, and turned her head so her cheek was facing Pan Sizzle like a pink wall. “Do you wanna taste me? Gilda got a beakful last time she was here, and she said I taste good.”
Pan Sizzle stared at the wall of pink. Even at the distance he found himself at, the warmth that radiated from Pinkie Pie was like bathing in the sun.
When she failed to feel his little weight against her cheek, Pinkie Pie frowned and looked back to him. To his credit, Pan Sizzle hadn’t tried to run away, but he hadn’t come closer either. The pink mare wasn’t angry, though. “I promise I won’t hurt you,” she said, and reached a very large hoof out. Again, he managed to remain standing, or perhaps he was simply rooted to the spot in raw fear. The hoof drew closer and closer. He had to close his eyes, but soon felt the very tip brushing down his face.
The kindness she showed was truly remarkable. Her gentle touch implied she had done this at least a few times before. Although scared, Pinkie Pie’s remarkably tender nature quickly put him at ease, until he was nuzzling and licking the soft hoof before him.
Pinkie Pie giggled, and pulled her hoof back, much to Pan Sizzle’s sadness. “Now,” she said, lowering her head down again and presenting her adorable cheek. “Would you like to give me a little kiss?”
Pan Sizzle’s canter was slow, though sped up the closer he drew, until he could rise to his rear legs and place his fore hooves against the pink, squishy wall. He spent more than a few moments nuzzling and sniffing the soft fur before him, memorizing every scent. Pinkie Pie smelled quite good. Sweet, but not so sweet her scent would cause sickness. Perhaps her natural scent of sweet was tempered with the rugged scent that all earth ponies carried. He looked up, and caught Pinkie Pie’s blue eye peering at him at an odd angle. Leaning his head forward, he gently brushed his tongue up her cheek.
“So little guy, how do I taste?”
“Cotton candy?” he asked.
Pinkie Pie giggled and pulled her head away. “Yep, that’s what Gilda said too.”
Laying down, Pinkie Pie showed her underside to the shrunken pony. She was far from a petite mare. There was a clear layer of squish rippling beneath her pink fur. Perhaps some ponies would find this excess weight unattractive. Pegasi had a tendency to value a lean, toned physique, and unicorns liked to be slender. Despite living with griffons for so long, Pan Sizzle still couldn’t make rhyme or reason of their preference, though Gilda at least claimed she was sexy. To Pan Sizzle, the extra weight only caused a deep urge to cuddle up with the giantess, to be near her and press his hooves into the squish as deep as he could.
“You know, the longest I’ve seen someone remain shrunk was about three days. It was an earth pony, like you, though he was a fair bit bigger. I mean, normally, he’s a draft horse and all. But the point is, after three days, poof, back to his normal size without any ill feelings and without needing a cure. So… uhm… the point I am trying to make is, there’s kinda no rush to head off to Zecora’s. I mean, if you’re alright being a bit small. And, your durability goes way up after exposure to Shrinking Violet. Rainbow Dash can attest to that, though she won’t go into the details unless you’ve bought her a few mugs of cider. Let’s just say she knows her CO at the Wonderbolts Academy inside and out, if you know what I mean.”
Pan Sizzle hadn’t the foggiest clue, but didn’t say anything.
“I guess I’m just wondering, did you like being in my mouth? Cause, you really do taste good, and I wouldn’t mind getting another taste, if you’re alright with it, of course. I’d never make you do anything, even though I totally could.”
Pan Sizzle’s beige fur turned red with blush. Again, Pinkie Pie lay down, and opened her massive jaws, showing the dull white teeth, each only slightly smaller than Pan Sizzle, as well as the pink tongue and scarlet red innards. Long strands of drool blobbed off her lips and teeth, dripping either to the floor or the lower half of her jaw. Her tongue, which was the thickness of three wagons side by side, stretched out over her front teeth and all the way to the ground. The length of muscle kept stretching, longer and longer, until the tip was just stroking Pan Sizzle’s fetlocks. Big blue eyes stared intently at the shrunken stallion, curious of his choice. A nervous breath escaped the depths of Pinkie Pie’s throat and blew over Pan Sizzle’s body, bathing him in steam. Her breath smelled like an assortment of candies, enticing the stallion to take those first steps onto the moist surface. When all four of his hooves were on the squishy tongue, it lifted and began to retract back into the cave it had emerged from. Afraid of falling off, Pan Sizzle settled onto his stomach and fully embraced the slimy surface, even slipping his tongue out to lick gently over it.
Pinkie Pie’s giggles were all around him as he found himself fully inside the warm cavern of her maw. Although she never closed her mouth fully, so there was always light and fresh air floating inside, it felt like he had entered a whole new world. The sounds were different, as now, all he could hear were the sounds of body and Pinkie Pie’s constant giggles. The smells were different: saliva mingled with the sweetness of Pinkie Pie’s breath. The tongue he was laying on was warm, soft, and so squishy he actually felt himself sink into it. It contorted to the curvature of his body, while sending pleasant waves of heat through him. He doubted even the royal bed that embraced Princess Celestia’s regal rump each night could compare to the cuddle of the tongue.
Pinkie Pie reared up onto her rump. Very carefully, very gently, she pressed Pan Sizzle up against the roof of her mouth, treating him like a piece of hard candy. Her experiment yielded an explosion of flavor, as the taste of grease and stallion was squeezed out of his every strand of fur. She felt him wiggle furiously, and immediately eased the pressure, frightened she had hurt her little friend. Her worries were put at ease when she felt Pan Sizzle continue to squirm and hump, and even heard faint neighs slip past the flesh of her cheeks. Stretching her tongue out as far as she could and weaving her eyes down, she couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. At the very end of the pink plank, Pan Sizzle had wrapped his arms around her as best he could. His little hips lifted and dropped as he furiously humped into the warm, yielding, squishy mass, receiving a tantalizing hint of relief for the growing lust in his crotch.
Yes, now that she focused, she could taste it. On the very tip of her tongue was a slightly bitter flavor, quite different from the sweet-saltiness of the rest of Pan Sizzle’s body. Drawing her tongue back in, she pressed the tiny stallion up against the roof of her mouth, and listened close to the happy neighs and whines that escaped his lips. He was squeezing and hugging her tongue so tight, it actually kind of hurt, but a little pain was nothing compared to the joy she was giving him. Taken by the pleasure, he even enthusiastically licked and nibbled over her taste buds, perhaps hoping he might help her out too.
What are you trying to do, wrestle? Pinkie Pie mused.
Wanting just a bit of fun, she began to toy with the morsel in her mouth. Her tongue wiggled and squirmed, forcing Pan Sizzle to hug even tighter lest he fall, and he wasn’t sure what would happen then. Both his forelegs and rear legs were wrapped tight around the throbbing muscle, and he continued to wiggle his hips and drive his aching penis into the warm squish. He was not bothered when the mare’s lips slowly closed, sealing him in the humid darkness. In fact, the black he was plunged into only increased the sexual thrill. His penis, his testicles, his entire underside was being massaged in the most breathtaking way he could imagine. Every taste bud on the pink mare’s tongue seemed intent in pleasuring him.
With her little toy enjoying himself, Pinkie Pie allowed herself to acknowledge her own needs. The most important thing to her was Pan Sizzle. She wanted him to be happy, wanted to be sure he was living his dream, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy this just a bit, too. A shaking, stray hoof inched down between her legs and tenderly teased her thighs. The jolt of lightning that came from touching her nethers always made her jump, and this time was no exception. She actually came quite close to swallowing her mouthful, but managed to catch herself. Although she was no stranger to self-stimulation, having a shrunken partner on her tongue, filling her sense of taste with musky flavor, made her heart race and her whole body feel flush.
She stuck her tongue out, and rolled her little stallion to the ground. Drenched in clingy drool, Pan Sizzle looked to Pinkie Pie with a fearful expression. Perhaps he feared she had grown bored of him, or she was angry. “No, no, it’s nothing you did,” she said quickly. “Just relax. Mamma Pinkie will handle everything.”
The muscles in her tongue tensed, and the slimy appendage grew noticeably leaner. Slithering forward like a hungry snake, it coiled around Pan Sizzle’s body several times, before once more lifting him into her humid, steaming maw.
The stallion could do little more than squirm with how tight he was being held. Any attempt to push his way out only made Pinkie Pie squeeze him tighter. There was pressure on his groin though, and that made everything wonderful. The grip was not only growing tighter and tighter, as if Pinkie intended to squeeze every drop of fluid out of his body, but she began to suck. It felt like he was trapped in a vacuum, and for a brief moment he was afraid his fur would be stripped off his skin. He couldn’t breathe. The squeeze around his torso was far too tight, and the air was pulled from his lungs. Still, he humped and ground his penis into the snake-like grip, humping furiously, feeling himself inch closer and closer to his climax.
With a neigh of delight, he finally hit his peak. A spurt of white exploded from his shaft, splashing Pinkie Pie’s tongue with bitter blobs. The precious drops of his seed were drawn away by the powerful suction of her throat, disappearing down the pulsating void. He humped again, spurting wildly, and his seed was pulled away by her strong diaphragm.
Out of breath, energy, and seed, Pan Sizzle went limp in the tongue’s tight embrace. With the last of his strength, he managed to lick Pinkie Pie, hoping to somehow signal her he was done. The massive lips of the pink mare parted, washing the cavern with bright light. Her tongue first eased the squeeze, and then stretched out and forward, giving Pan Sizzle a breath of fresh air. Adorable pink hooves lifted up, and the tongue turned on its side, depositing the stallion on the flat surface. Pinkie Pie’s hooves reeked of love juice. Turning onto his belly, he both licked and humped into them, despite the painful emptiness in his poor testicles.
Pinkie Pie leaned down and nuzzled him softly. “Did you have fun?” she asked.
Rolling to his seat, Pan Sizzle nodded furiously, earning a cute giggle from the big mare.
“There is…one more thing we could do, if you feel up to it. See, I was just thinking, if you liked my mouth, I’m just wondering if you’d like my belly too. You won’t get hurt, I promise. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Gilda have all had detailed tours of a pony’s anatomy and they all came out fine. So… what do you say? You wanna get to know me even better?”
“I do,” Pan Sizzle said softly.
The hoof he was sitting on lifted high, over Pinkie Pie’s head. Her mouth opened wide, and with how the light glimmered and reflected off her teeth, he was given an epic view down her throat, all the way to the star sphincter of her belly. The hoof didn’t even need to tilt. Pan Sizzle willingly leapt forward and allowed gravity to do the rest. He plummeted a short way before splashing upon the mare’s moist tongue, the tongue he had squeezed and hugged with all his little heart. It was not what he sought now, though. Shifting his weight, he allowed gravity to pull him towards the pulsating abyss of Pinkie’s throat. The light remained with him, even as the muscles squeezed him almost painfully tight. He never stopped slipping deeper, always approaching his eager destination.
The arousing squeezes of the mare, on and off, made him shiver and groan. He could feel his erection stiffening between his legs, and though he tried to reach a hoof down to give himself a rub, the muscles offered no slack. Only when he hit the starred entrance of her stomach did the muscles release him enough he could grip his cock. Before he could rub, the sphincter opened, and he splashed down in the hollow sack of Pinkie Pie’s gut.
Pinkie could feel the tiny stallion tossed around as she gave her belly a mirthful shake. She was starting to feel flustered and hot again, but she was also starting to feel hungry. Although she doubted Pan Sizzle would mind if a slice of cake or two shared her belly with him, she decided against it. She just wanted to enjoy having a tiny life inside her, before he made his (rather unpleasant) trip back out. Careful not to shake too much, she sat down in a corner of the kitchen, and reclined as best she could. She drew cute circles and hearts in her pudge, giggling every time Pan Sizzle wiggled or squirmed or did something she was sure was cute. Vaguely, she could feel a little splash as he began to wet her walls with… something. If only she knew, deep inside, he had climaxed one final time.
