Fleshy, Yielding, Pink

by Exilo

Rating: mature
Tags: Rainbow Dash, Comedy, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro
Length: 6496

It’s Rainbow Dash’s birthday! But everyone seems to have forgotten… She goes to see Pinkie Pie, ignoring the oddness of the mare’s behavior. They’re friends, right?

It’s Rainbow Dash’s birthday! But everyone seems to have forgotten… She goes to see Pinkie Pie, since surely the mare will have remembered this most special day. Pinkie Pie is acting weird though: hair down, distant attitude, and a certain grin that sends a shiver up Rainbow Dash’s spine. They’re friends though. Pinkie Pie would never hurt Dash… right?

Cover art by Khorme over on FA, and used with his express permission.

Published 2013-09-11 21:30:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-11 21:30:03 UTC

We're Friends, Right?

Fleshy, Yielding, Pink

“It’s my birthday!” Rainbow Dash shouted, throwing off her bed sheets and sitting erect. Arms over her head, eyes wide, she expected to be greeted by a small army of ponies, all eager to be the first to wish her well on this, the most special day on the calendar. She expected all of Cloudsdale to have snuck into her bedroom over the course of the night, and now to be standing before her with cake and presents and balloons. At the very least, she expected her best friends, all standing on the clouds thanks to a spell from Twilight Sparkle.

Instead, she found herself completely alone, which was especially bothersome since both Gilda and Scootaloo had stayed over. After a night hanging out, the griffon and the filly had said they were simply too tired to go back to their respective homes. At the time, Rainbow Dash allowed it even though Gilda snored, since she assumed it was just a ploy to be the first ones to wish her well on her birthday. Out of bed, she pulled on a rainbow patterned morning robe and checked the living room, but Gilda wasn’t on the couch. Scootaloo wasn’t in the second bedroom, which was originally just a room to store stuff but had been converted when Scoots spent more and more time with her “big sister.” They must have left during the night…

“Probably off getting ready for my party,” Rainbow Dash giggled, the sense of joy returning. She dressed in a pair of jeans that embraced her impressive hips and curves, and pulled on a dark blue midriff that exposed her tight navel. A rainbow emerging from a cloud, the same symbol that she wore proudly on her flanks, was on the shirt. It had been an All Thanks Day gift from Scootaloo, and though Rainbow Dash didn’t usually wear shirts with anything on them (they tended to draw attention to her less than impressive chest), today was special.

The flight to Ponyville was nice. Someone else must have cleared out the clouds, because there was not one in the entire sky. Maybe it had been Thunderlane, taking over her duties as a birthday gift. Or maybe Princess Celestia herself had cleared the sky in honor of this most special day. Rainbow Dash actually fancied the latter. Whatever the reason though, the sun was shining brightly and warmed Rainbow Dash’s feathers as she swept through the sky, finally arriving at the library’s balcony, where Twilight Sparkle was standing. In the cool, crisp morning air, the unicorn wore a heavy robe, the same dark blue as her hair. With her magic, she was holding both a steaming mug of coffee, and a dusty old book, only using her hands to flip the pages. As usual, her eyes were locked on the archaic text, to the point she didn’t even notice Rainbow Dash flying above her. Even the loud thump of the pegasus’ hooves didn’t break Twilight’s focus. In fact, it took a tap on the shoulder to get her to lift her head. Her magic flickered away, and both the book and the mug plummeted through the air before Twilight managed to catch them.

“What are you doing out here, egg-head?” Rainbow Dash giggled.

Twilight Sparkle turned to Rainbow Dash and smiled. “Princess Celestia sent over a book on spells to change the weather. I’ve just been practicing with them. Really, I have no idea why you always procrastinate so much. It’s so easy to clear the sky in just a few moments. I bet I could do it even faster than you. What’s your record, ten second’s flat? Takes me only 1.3 seconds to bring the sun out.”

Twilight Sparkle smiled quite wide about her grasp of the spell, but Rainbow Dash shrugged. “So, Twi, is anything important happening today?”

“Oh, tons! I haven’t even touched the chapter on arranging the stars in the night’s sky. This is going to keep me busy all week, I bet!”

Rainbow Dash frowned. “Nothing important happening with your friends? What is Rarity up to?”

“Rarity and Fluttershy are in Canterlot. Rarity is showing a couple of her new dresses to Fancy Pants, and Fluttershy is modeling. Fancy Pants is going to start a new line with his wife, and needs some ideas. She didn’t tell you?”

“Oh yeah, yeah. I guess I remember her saying something about it, or something. What about Applejack? Anything interesting happening with Applejack?”

“Prepping the barn for the winter like she always does this time of year. You feeling alright, Dash?”

“I’m fine. It’s just, nothing interesting happening with Rarity, Fluttershy, or Applejack. I feel like there’s something happening today though, that maybe you should remember… Can you think of anything?”

Twilight Sparkle thought to herself, before shrugging. “No.” Opening her book with her magic, she used a finger to trace the page. “Check this out,” she smiled. Closing her eyes, her horn sparked several times. Rainbow Dash crossed her arms, tapping her foot, until she felt a stream of wetness wash over her. Like a cat, she leapt into the air, hissing and snarling, and glared at Twilight Sparkle, who couldn’t help but giggle. “Cool, huh? Think of it as payback for our first meeting. Oh, but wait, here. I’ll dry you off.”

Rainbow Dash tried to take a step back, but Twilight Sparkle’s horn was already glowing. A powerful gust suddenly blew over her, almost knocking her off the balcony. A magenta aura caught her, and Twilight Sparkle set her back on the floor. Even after Twilight Sparkle’s horn stopped glowing, the purple aura remained for several moments after, prompting Rainbow Dash to shake herself, not unlike a dog ridding itself of water.

“Oh, and before I forget,” Twilight Sparkle said, “Pinkie Pie wants to see you over at Sugarcube Corner.”

Rainbow Dash’s mood brightened suddenly. “Pinkie Pie!” she screamed, before zooming off, leaving a trail of rainbow behind her. Twilight shook her head. Closing the book, and picking it up with her magic, she turned and walked back into the library.

Rainbow Dash blurred through the streets of Ponyville, leaving only a rainbow trail as she zipped to the bakery. With surprising control, she managed to stop before crashing through the door, and began furiously pounding against it. She was pounding so hard, in fact, that when the door finally opened, she stumbled inside, no longer having something to support her. Pinkie Pie stepped to her side to avoid the falling pegasus, seemingly unbothered by the intrusion. She was wearing a green morning robe, and her hair down over the side of her face instead of the ballooned out poof Rainbow Dash was accustomed to seeing. Rainbow Dash didn’t really care though. Flapping her wings, she pushed herself off the ground and righted herself, before looking to her friend, hopeful. “Twilight Sparkle said you wanted to see me!” the blue pegasus practically shouted.

Pinkie Pie’s blue eyes contemplated Rainbow Dash. “I just wanted to know if you had seen Gilda. She ordered a dozen Blueberry Beetle Muffins, but the featherbrain never told me where to ship them.”

Although it took several moments for the words to sink in, Rainbow Dash eventually managed to shake her head, no. “That’s the only reason you wanted to see me?”

“Yeah. Stupid griffons. I don’t know what you see in that species.”

Rainbow Dash examined the pink mare for several moments. Her green robe was worn tightly to the chest, squeezing around her midriff to what looked like a painful extent. Her rather impressive cleavage was intent on spilling out of the robe at any moment, and was making Rainbow Dash feel somewhat inadequate when her own A-cups were taken into account. Pinkie Pie’s blue eyes looked almost glazed over and bored. “You feeling alright, Pinkie?”

“Never better, Rainbow Dash. Did you want something?”

“No… I just was wondering if today was special at all…”

Pinkie Pie’s gaze turned up as she took a moment to think. Her shoulders shrugged. “Can’t think of anything. You want a cup of coffee while you are here?”

Rainbow Dash tried to smile, and nodded her head curtly. She followed the pink mare into the kitchen, and took a seat at the table, resting her head in one of her hands. “There is nothing going on today you can think of? I swear, there was something… Maybe someone’s birthday? Gummy’s? No, not his. Tank’s maybe?”

“Tank’s birthday isn’t for another two months. I’m going to bake him a special swamp fly cupcake for the occasion.” The pink mare placed the cup of coffee on the table before Rainbow Dash, before walking to the counter, where she began to methodically press rainbow shapes out of the flat, rolled dough.

Rainbow Dash looked down at the steaming mug. She wasn’t very thirsty, nor did she like coffee all that much. She had taken the mug only to spend a few more minutes with the pink mare, hoping that at any moment, Pinkie would remember whose birthday it was. She pushed the mug across the table with a lazy finger.

“Drink it,” Pinkie Pie snapped. “It’ll perk you up. Drink it.”

Pinkie Pie was certainly acting weird, but then, what wasn’t weird when it came to Pinkie Pie? Shrugging, the rainbow mare took the mug up and brought it to her lips. The warmth was actually a rather pleasant touch, since she suddenly realized she was feeling rather cold inside. It wasn’t the same as flying under the sun, but it was something. Although trying to act inconspicuous, Rainbow Dash could see Pinkie Pie watching her out of the corner of her eye. Rolling her eyes, she tilted her head, and gulped down about half the boiling drink all at once. When she lowered the mug back down, Pinkie Pie was leaning over the table, a rather ghastly smile worn across her lips. The weight of her breasts was pushing the robe open, exposing a significant amount of cleavage. “Good?” she asked.

Her breath was as warm as, and smelled similar to, an oven. Rainbow Dash cringed as the heat washed over her face. “You sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Never better, Dash. I bet you’re feeling a bit tired right about now though?”

“Uhm… y-yeah… I guess.”

In the time it took for Rainbow Dash to blink, Pinkie Pie had moved around the table and was suddenly beside her. The pink mare’s strong arms wrapped around the pegasus and hoisted her up, lifting her into a bridal carry. “There, there. No need to stay awake. I’ll take you to the couch where you can sleep it off.”

“Sleep what off, Pinkie?”

“We’re going to have lots and lots of fun together, Dashie. Lots and lots of fun together. And then, there’s going to be a party!”

Rainbow Dash pushed a hand against Pinkie Pie’s face, trying to slip out of her arms, but she was feeling so weak. “Pinkie…” she managed to mutter, before her head tilted back and her eyes closed.

XXX

Rainbow Dash woke with a yawn, lying sprawled across the cold wood floor. It was more than a bit unpleasant, laying on something so hard, but Rainbow Dash’s natural laziness inclined her to remain on the ground for just a few more minutes. She figured she had simply rolled off the couch, and didn’t feel she had the strength to climb back up onto it. Placing an arm under her head, it was a good enough pillow that she could not doubt fall right back into slumber. The only thing that kept her from an afternoon nap was a rumbling earthquake, so intense it actually threw her off the ground. Landing on her back with a splat, she immediately sat up and looked around, expecting to find Sugarcube Corner collapsing around her. Instead, everything seemed quite stable, only the couch she had before been napping on now towered high above her, to the point she could clearly see the dust bunnies beneath it.

Thunderous giggles brought her attention behind her, and quickly looking over her shoulder, she found herself staring at a pair of colossal black obelisks rising up from the ground. One of the obelisks lifted and slammed down, sending another tremor that caused Rainbow Dash to bounce high into the sky. She landed on her rump this time, with a low groan, and spent a moment tenderly rubbing her rear. When the giggles resonated once more, she followed the slender obelisks up. They eventually yielded a pair of pink thighs, thick and muscular. The thighs were connected to a crotch, concealed behind a black thong that was so tightly worn, the lips of the sex were pressing eagerly out of their concealment. A tight abdomen and adorable navel were above the thong, appearing as a wall of pink muscle and fur. Large breasts were worn in a bra that was just as tight as the thong, to the points the erect teats were poking angrily out of the fabric. Finally reaching the head, Pinkie Pie’s smile was wide, showing every one of her sparkling white teeth. Her hair was still worn straight and down the left side of her head, which was even more frightening than the fact she had quadrupled in size.

“Finally awake?” Pinkie asked. “About time. This would have been boring if you slept through all the games I have planned.”

“What did you do!” Rainbow Dash screamed. Although she flapped her wings to take to the air, she could not flap them fast enough to gain any height. Despite her significantly reduced dimensions, her wings had grown weaker as well, and she ended up plopping hard on her already sore rump.

“Having some trouble there, tiny one?” Pinkie Pie giggled. She squatted down suddenly. From Rainbow Dash’s perspective, it was a pink mountain falling from the sky towards her. She actually lifted her arms in front of her face as if they might protect her from the tons and tons of falling black and pink. It was only when she felt a strong pinch on her wings, and she realized she was in the air, that she dared open her eyes. Holding Rainbow Dash firmly, Pinkie Pie lifted her until they were roughly face to face. Well, considering their difference in dimensions, it was more like face to entire body for Rainbow Dash, who found herself cringing and curling slightly into a ball as the other mare’s blue eyes fixated upon her.

“What did you do Pinkie?! And why am I naked! Celestia as my witness, if my shirt has one thread out of place, I will feed you to Gilda!”

“Isn’t it obvious? I slipped you some Shrinking Violet in the coffee. It knocked you out good and brought you down to size.”

Rainbow Dash growled. Warm breath washed over her entire body like a cupcake smelling cloud. “Ha ha, really funny Pinkie. Now give me the antidote so I can kick your gargantuan ass!”

“Antidote? Now why would I want to give you the antidote when you’re so much fun like this!” The pink mare’s lips spread even wider, and Rainbow Dash noticed her front teeth had been sharpened to predatory proportions. The blue eyes were opened so wide, it seemed they would pop out of socket at any moment. “My little puppet. My little toy!” Tugging Rainbow Dash’s left wing, she forced the shrunken mare’s body to sway. Tugging her right wing, the body swayed again. Although Rainbow Dash kicked and screamed furiously, she was at the mercy of Pinkie Pie’s tugs and pulls. The utter terror that, with just a bit more pressure, her wing would tear from her body was a constant weight on Rainbow Dash’s mind, but she still screamed and hissed, running through every curse she could think of.

All the while, Pinkie Pie remained smiling and swaying her little toy this way and that. Although she had the strength to tear Rainbow Dash in half, there was a certain delicacy in her fingers that implied she had done this before. She was extremely gentle, at least until she opened her fingers and allowed Rainbow Dash to plummet down to the ground.

Aside from knocking the wind out of her, the drop didn’t seem to hurt Rainbow Dash too bad. The fact was, she had fallen out of the sky plenty of times, and her build was more than durable enough to take the blunt impact. She assumed Pinkie Pie had intended to hurt her though, and actually felt a bit of pride she had managed to endure. With a slight smile, she got to her hooves and turned around, glaring up at the pink colossus.

At the very least, Pinkie’s disturbingly wide grin had shrunk. Although still smiling, her lips were covering most of her teeth, and the sharpened fangs were not quite so apparent. Left hand clenched into a fist and resting on her hip, she lifted her hoof off the ground and tapped it gently, not enough to send another tremor out, but enough that Rainbow Dash’s eyes were drawn to it.

“Remember that time we went to the spa, Dashie?”

“Pinkie Pie, where is the antidote! Get me back to size!”

Ignoring her, Pinkie Pie continued. “You were so reluctant to let your hooves be touched. I honestly can’t think of a single reason why. You can’t imagine how nice it is to get a massage every now and then.”

With horror, Rainbow Dash watched as Pinkie Pie lifted her left hoof off the ground and allowed her weight to settle on her right. Even beneath the thigh high boots, Rainbow Dash could see every muscle in Pinkie Pie’s legs as they tensed, taking the full burden of her weight. Swinging her hoof forward, she positioned the black sole directly over the cyan pegasus, before bringing it down suddenly.

Even at a reduced size, Rainbow Dash was remarkably agile, and it was this natural grace that spared her becoming a stain on the floor. With all her might, and using her wings to aid her in fluttering, she just managed to throw herself forward. The hoof slammed onto the ground behind her, missing her, or so she thought. When she tried to run, she felt a painful tug on her dock, and realized her tail was pinned beneath the very tip of Pinkie Pie’s hoof. Rainbow Dash looked up, and seeing the grin spread across the earth mare’s features gave her the strength to continue. It cost her several strands of beautiful rainbow fur, but she was at last free to race as fast as she could.

Of course, even as fast as she was on the ground, Pinkie’s giant strides were more than enough to keep pace. If the rainbow mare dared to look anywhere but forward, she would either see the massive black sole looming ominously overhead, or a pillar of leather slam into the ground inches away from her tail. Before her was only the vast expanse of the floor. All the furniture save the couch had been removed, meaning there was only miles and miles of smooth, but if she could just reach the door, perhaps she could squeeze under it and escape. She didn’t bother poking holes in the admittedly awful idea. It was something she could hope for.

She was still miles from her potential escape when Pinkie grew bored of the game. Rather than slamming her hoof down just behind Rainbow Dash’s tail, she took a wider step and placed her ankle in the blue mare’s path. Running as fast as her legs could carry her, there was no way she could stop in time, and Rainbow Dash crashed directly into the unyielding wall. It was jarring for her. Once again, she fell back and bruised her butt, but rolling back to her hooves she attempted to run the other way, ignoring that the path led her deeper into the room instead of to a possible escape. Before she had even taken two steps though, a huge, smothering weight knocked onto her back and pushed her onto the cold wood floor.

“Well, that didn’t take long at all,” Pinkie Pie giggled.

One hand resting on her hip, and the subtle smile across her lips, Pinkie Pie slowly rolled her hoof forward, smothering Rainbow Dash’s wings and back and placing the tip just at the rainbow mare’s nape. Rainbow Dash’s adorable A-cups squished into the ground and her arms stretched forward, furiously hoping to find a grip in the smooth, polished wood. Occasionally she looked back and glared, before resuming her desperate struggle to be free of the embarrassing predicament.

“Nothing like a good massage.”

Rainbow Dash did not know how Pinkie Pie was getting a massage. There must have been a layer of squish in the sole of her boot, because despite so much weight on her back, Rainbow Dash didn’t feel hard pain. The sole of the boot actually yielded to Rainbow Dash’s form, indenting her. She kicked and elbowed as best she could, determined to somehow show her defiance, but only drew giggles from her pink overlord. Rolling little circles with her hoof, Pinkie ground Rainbow Dash down into the wood, squishing her breasts harder and harder into the smooth wood. When the hoof rolled back to weigh on Rainbow Dash’s crotch, her breasts were left with an odd tingle.

“Oh, if your fan club could see you now. I wonder what Scoots would think seeing her idol like this.”

“Let me up!” Rainbow Dash screamed. Glaring over her shoulder, she saw Pinkie Pie’s fist was no longer on her hip. Instead, she was using one finger to gently press against the subtle weight of her groin, pushing the wet black of the thong against the lips. Her other hand was cupping her breast. Rainbow Dash realized that when the hoof applied pressure to her backside, pushing her groin into the wood, Pinkie Pie used a finger to press against her own vagina. When the hoof rolled forward, squishing Rainbow Dash’s breasts, Pinkie Pie squeezed and groped over her boob, kneading the flesh.

Through the glove she wore, Pinkie Pie could not feel moisture on her fingertip, but as the thong grew more and more soaked, she could feel the wetness on her thighs. Looking down at Rainbow Dash, she smiled. “Now look what you’ve done?”

Rainbow Dash didn’t want to think about the tingle in her boobs, or the little puddle she could feel spreading between her legs. She waited until the hoof had left her back before taking off as fast as she could, running with all her might. A shadow cast over her, and she knew it was Pinkie Pie’s approaching hand, but she powered on, desperately running with all her might. She was running even as she felt a pinch on her ankle. Although she fell forward, Pinkie Pie lifted her into the air swift enough she didn’t smash against the ground. Upside down, she was brought before the pink colossus’ grinning visage. The other hand pinched Dash’s other leg, and pulled them apart, revealing the pegasus vagina, still wet with translucent lust.

“My, my, I think you enjoyed this more than I did. Gilda was right. All that bravado, all that swagger, but you’re just a little filly at heart, eager to be beneath someone’s hooves.”

“I’m going to kick your ass, Pinkie Pie!”

“Are you?” The giant mare grinned, and placed Rainbow Dash down so she rested on her back, in her palm. Bringing her hand around behind her, Rainbow Dash was given an up close view of the pink mare’s awesome backside. The thong ran inside of Pinkie’s crack, meaning the two plump buttocks were completely unhindered from her view. In fact, the slight squeeze of the thong only made the ass seem even more enormous. For a moment, Rainbow Dash thought it was growing larger, but realized she was being pushed closer and closer towards it. She managed a scream just before her world became only the fleshy, yielding, pink pocket of fat.

Rainbow Dash just managed to work her hands into the cheek in a desperate struggle to push herself free. Pinkie Pie reacted by pressing harder and harder, until the cyan mare had completely sunk into the fat and fur. Rainbow Dash’s vain kicks and punches made the cheek jiggle. Try as she might, it was far too squashy to cause the pink mare even a hint of discomfort. In fact, by the chorus of giggles she could barely hear, Rainbow Dash imagined Pinkie Pie was taking no limit of delight in the defiance. The cheeks were far to fatty and plump for Rainbow Dash to climb out of the hand, meaning her only choice was to lay there and endure the pressure.

She was finally given relief when Pinkie Pie pulled her hand back. Rainbow Dash desperately hoped the game was over, but the pink giant merely dropped the pegasus into her other hand, before smothering her against her other cheek. Again, Rainbow Dash punched and kicked against the pocket of squish, desperately hoping to either make Pinkie yield, or find a means to climb out of the hand. She even opened her mouth and bit down as hard as she could, but it probably felt like less than a horsefly bite. Or perhaps Pinkie Pie enjoyed it, because she shifted one of her fingers to the back of Rainbow Dash’s head, and pushed her snout into the pink.

Rainbow Dash could not see anything with the rolls of fat over her eyes, but by pushing against the pink wall, she could occasionally free her head and suck down a gasp of fresh air. Inevitably, her grip slipped on the squish, and she found her face buried once again.

At last, she was pulled away. Rather than lift Rainbow Dash to her face, Pinkie Pie brought her around to her front and showed her little friend just how delighted she had become from the struggle. Rainbow Dash cringed as she was held inches from Pinkie Pie’s crotch, the moist lips of the vagina pressing out of the taut thong. The smell of arousal was suffocating, even with the layer of fabric between Rainbow Dash and the source. Horrid moments passed, as Rainbow Dash was sure she would be stuffed up her friend’s deep, warm sex, but instead she found one of her feet pinched between two fingers. Her other foot was pinched as well, and Pinkie Pie carefully spread Rainbow Dash wide, forcing her legs to split while she hung upside down. The difference from before was, now, Rainbow Dash’s back was to Pinkie Pie’s face.

Steaming, cupcake smelling breath washed over the shrunken mare, who gagged on the stench and heat. Brought closer to the colossus’ face, until she could look up and back and see puckered pink lips, Rainbow Dash was defiant to the end, struggling and kicking desperately despite how tight the fingers were squeezing her ankles. A red tongue, larger than Rainbow Dash’s entire body, snaked forward. The moist surface gently brushed between the pegasus’ muscular thighs and over her drooling nether lips, licking up the cream that had continued to dribble despite all Rainbow Dash had been through. The pegasus gasped, fists clenching, as the dozens of taste buds brushed over her most tender flesh.

“You really like this?” Pinkie Pie giggled. “You love it in fact, don’t you?”

“Put me down!” Rainbow Dash screamed.

The tongue brushed over her again, this time moving slow, savoring the taste of fur and cream. Rainbow Dash went tense at the touch, the bulbous taste buds actually slipping inside of her nethers, or brushing tenderly over her swelling labia. It was the tenderness of the massive tongue that continued to amaze her. Despite the blood rushing to her head, there was nothing particularly painful about the ordeal. That wasn’t to say Rainbow Dash wanted it to continue, despite the tantalizing tingling between her legs. She was split almost completely, allowing the tongue to explore deep when Pinkie Pie thinned it to a point and thrust it inside the warm folds of the struggling mare. Even with only the tip penetrating her, it was more of a bulk than Rainbow Dash could have dreamed of, and made her groan and gasp uncontrollably.

She wasn’t sure if relief or horrible emptiness washed over her when the tongue finally lifted away. Allowed to lie down in Pinkie Pie’s delicate hand, she caught her breath, and didn’t have the strength to struggle even as she was lifted to the pink, puckered lips. Her hooves were placed delicately against the lips, and it took nothing more than a soft suckle before she was drawn up to her middle. Closing her teeth gently on Rainbow Dash’s midriff, Pinkie Pie resumed using her tongue to brush and lick between the pegasus’ legs, giggling at the groans and gasps and desperate pleas to continue. She didn’t even protest as she was drawn deeper, the teeth gently dragging her farther and farther into the warm cavern. Rainbow Dash soon felt the weight of the teeth against her collar bone. Despite their appearance of sharpness, they felt dull, though Rainbow Dash was far too gone to wonder why. The lips were pressing against her face, as if Pinkie Pie was still trying to kiss her. Not only her nethers, but her boobs were inside the mouth, getting licked when Pinkie Pie’s snake like tongue lay on top of her.

Although subtle, Pinkie Pie could distinctly taste warmth bubbling out of the tiny nether lips. That Rainbow Dash finally went completely quiet was another hint she had climaxed inside her mouth. Pinching one of Rainbow Dash’s hands between two fingers, Pinkie Pie softly sucked, drawing all the cream and saliva that had accumulated down her cavernous throat. Tugging carefully, she drew Rainbow Dash past the puckered lips as well, until she was hanging limp and soaking wet before a single blue eye.

“You taste like clouds and rainbows and loyalty,” Pinkie giggled. “Someday, I should make a cupcake flavor of you. For now though, this is the next best thing.”

Hanging limp, through half lidded eyes Rainbow Dash watched Pinkie’s sadistic grin return. Every one of her sharpened teeth were on full display as she pulled her lips back. The mouth opened slowly, washing Rainbow Dash in heat and making her cringe. She did try to struggle free of the grip as she was lifted just a little higher, but was far too exhausted from the climax that had been vacuumed out. The tongue rolled out and scooped up Rainbow Dash’s dangling hooves, and brought them past the pink mare’s teeth.

Rainbow Dash wasn’t thrilled about being suckled again, but would allow it, mostly because she didn’t have the strength to fight. Oddly, she felt the warmth of the tongue slowly crawl up her back, washing warmth through her torso and putting her oddly at ease. It was only when the tongue’s tip found the back of her head, and began to push her entire body into the awaiting maw, that she began to panic. “P-pinkie,” she gasped. “Pinkie!”

Her fingers dug into the moist, pink lips that framed the ghastly maw, but they were far too drenched in drool to offer her any traction. Horrified at the sight before her, her head tilted back and out, staring at the outside world as long as she could. One of Pinkie’s gloved fingers came into her line of sight and settled on Rainbow Dash’s nose. Pushing gently, she used her finger and tongue to draw the struggling, squirming pegasus closer and closer to the dark abyss at the back of the throat.

“Pinkie Pie!” she screamed. “Pinkie Pie, don’t eat me!”

Past the spongy tongue, Rainbow Dash’s hoof sank into something slimy and yielding: the first touch of the throat. Like the lips, it offered no traction for the terrified pegasus, who felt her hoof slip off it and kick about in empty air. She tried to take hold of Pinkie Pie’s teeth, but they were slimy and her fingers slipped right off. Suddenly, she was past her midriff off the tongue, her hooves kicking through the empty air of the earth mare’s gullet.

Pinkie Pie rolled Rainbow Dash forward, and for a moment, Rainbow Dash actually hoped she would be set free. Instead, Pinkie crushed the morsel between the soft, spongy tongue and the hard roof of her mouth. She squeezed her tight, pressing the air out of her, until all Rainbow Dash could mutter was a weak squeak. Tilting her head back, Pinkie Pie eased the pressure and let her little morsel slide the rest of the way off the bumpy appendage, towards the black abyss.

By spreading her arms, Rainbow Dash just managed to brush against the sides of the pulsating wall and slow her decent, however slightly. From outside the throat, Pinkie Pie pinched and rubbed, trying to coax the terrified mare down.

“Dashie,” Pinkie Pie groaned. “Come on Dashie, you’re hurting me.”

“You’re going to eat me!” Rainbow Dash screamed.

Pinkie Pie rolled her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she sloshed up a good mouthful of drool, before gulping it and washing it over Rainbow Dash. With the pegasus slickened, Pinkie Pie gulped again. The muscles that lined her gullet squeezed the mare and pushed her down. Although Pinkie Pie frowned at the panicked sobbing of the pegasus, after a third gulp, she was relieved of the painful bulk in the center of her throat. Rainbow Dash came to sit on the sphincter opening to Pinkie Pie’s belly. The seal opened, allowing Rainbow Dash to finally arrive at her destination inside the gut, and Pinkie Pie mirthfully patted her abdomen a few times. Relieved of the furious struggles, she allowed herself to take a well-deserved breath, only to reel forward. Rainbow Dash was going absolutely mad inside her. A hand cupped her mouth, another tenderly rubbed her tight navel, and she tried to keep herself from throwing up her friend too soon.

Within the black of the earth mare’s belly, Rainbow Dash rammed herself against the fleshy walls again and again, hoping beyond hope to somehow reveal an escape for her prison. The air was thick, and hard to breath, but Rainbow Dash was surprised to find she could in fact breathe it, she just didn’t want to. “Pinkie!” she screamed. The echo was soon joined by mirthful laughter. Pinkie Pie’s belly shook and jiggled, tossing Rainbow Dash about until she finally calmed down.

Within the darkness, a subtle glow caught the pegasus’ attention. Baffled what it could be but hopefully nonetheless, she crawled to the source to find a small piece of paper, with one word written in glowing rainbow magic.

“Surprise?” Rainbow Dash read aloud.

The prison she was condemned to suddenly stirred and shook. Rainbow Dash was thrown mercilessly against the spongy belly walls until she felt herself once more traveling in the pulsating gullet, only this time she found herself traveling towards the distant source of light instead of away from it. She was caught once or twice when the muscles of the throat contracted, and was utterly terrified she would fall back into the dark, foul smelling place. Instead, Pinkie Pie’s throat muscles clenched, and squeezed the pegasus back up until she landed with a plop on the moist tongue. Pinkie Pie quickly spat her friend onto the cold wood floor. Absolutely soaked in sickly stomach juice, Rainbow Dash wiped the muck from her eyes and she looked up at the giant, who was on her knees. Holding a match, Pinkie struck it against the ground, and the bulbous crimson head sparked to life. What’s she going to do now? Rainbow Dash thought. Burn me?

The match swept overhead, igniting something behind Rainbow Dash. Scooping the shrunken pegasus up, the pink mare showed off an elaborately decorated cupcake, a lone candle sitting in the middle of it now glowing with a brilliant flame that sifted through all the colors of the rainbow.

“Happy birthday, Dashie,” she said. Rainbow Dash looked back. Pinkie Pie spat a pair of plastic fangs out of her mouth, and smiled. It wasn’t the sadistic grin Rainbow Dash had come to fear over the course of the afternoon. It was a genuine smile, the way old Pinkie Pie used to look.

“W-what?”

Sticking a thumb into her mouth, Pinkie Pie blew out a deep breath. Her hair suddenly puffed back to its normal proportions. Another long giggle slipped out of her. “Twilight and I were talking, and we had to wonder, what can we get you for your birthday? Then I was talking to Gilda, and she mentioned how much you secretly love big girls, how much you liked being her little toy and pet when you two were playing. And then I thought about how much you love a good prank. See, you’re way too savvy for a normal prank, but I really wanted to give you something. So I had to go to extremes. Did it work Dashie? Did you have fun?”

Rainbow Dash stared for several moments, mouth agape. “This was all a prank?”

Pinkie Pie giggled again. “You don’t really think I would ever hurt you, do you? I promise, you were totally safe the entire time. Fluttershy was even nice enough to shrink down a few times so I could get used to handling someone so much smaller than me. When you met up with Twilight, she slipped you a protection spell too, just in case I slipped up.”

“A-all a joke?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Well, admit it, did you not have a good time?”

Rainbow Dash opened her mouth to answer, but a cathartic grin overtook her face, and she allowed herself to laugh. She actually fell onto her back, still resting in Pinkie Pie’s palm, and rolled about in a state of relief and ecstasy. “Holy I was… I was… I’ve never been that scared in my entire life! You got me, Pinkie. Damn, you really got me good! By the sun, I was… Oh damn!”

Pinkie Pie smiled, and dipped her head in a subtle bow. “Everyone is waiting over at the library for your party. It’s just waiting on you. You wanna get back to size or go like this?”

Rainbow Dash looked herself over. Ugly blobs of saliva and stomach juice were clinging to her fur, and her feathers were ruffled up something fierce. “Well, I definitely want to wash off first. You got me, Pinkie. You got me good.” Rainbow Dash looked up at the pink colossus, and smiled. “Just wait till next year, when I can get you.”