Pinkie's Sexually Insane Food Nightmare

It was late in the day, Pinkie was just going home from Fluttershy's, and with the sun going down, she started shaking her head at how hard she worked all day. Tending to a few animals including a bear wasn't exactly a walk in the park for her. If anything, Pinkie was worn out.

"I'm just gonna get something to eat, and then go to bed," she said to herself as she walked into the living room. On the lights went with a flick of her finger, and into the kitchen. That's the last thing she remembered, though. Somewhere in between that moment in time, she retreated to her room and fell into a deep sleep. It was hardly even dusk yet, but she'd be dreaming for hours. Dreaming of what? Well...

It started out like any normal fallacy. Most mares like her normally start off in the most recent memory, which would be the kitchen. For Pinkie, though, a fresh chef salad was the first thing to float into her mind, and take form. Soon, from darkness and into a spotlight, she caught herself face to face with an open salad bar. It was filled with the usual things to make and decorate the green meal.

Croutons, lettuce, carrots, and to the site, an assortment of tubes holding ranch dressing with in.

Pinkie naturally felt hungry, and not knowing, but at the same time not caring where she was or what would've possibly going on, she decided to get a plate. However, there was none. The bowls were gone, too, making Pinkie even more confused. "Now, how am I supposed to decorate a plate with yummy salad without the right equipment?" she asked aloud.

"Well," a voice came from the green vegetables that coated the table. "You might try using yourself..."

Pinkie beamed, thinking that made sense. It did, to a degree, considering she was only dreaming. Even though that fact was left out, she ventured to get up on the cleared out stand and lay down on her back, then waited. Something didn't feel right. She scratched her head with a finger for a moment, and asked, "Umm, say, Mr. Salad Bar? How am I supposed to do this?"
It lifted itself up, miniature tomatoes for the eyes and the lettuce taking form of its head. "Would you like some help?" it asked menacingly.

Pinkie smiled, and nodded. As her hands settled themselves behind the fluffy mane, the salad being started its work. He looked at her furry chest, thought for a moment, and then grabbed some of the salad dressing. Slowly, the gooey, white stream of edible sauce began smearing itself around in a circle upon Pinkie's belly which triggered an immediate giggle from the mare.

"Hold still," the creature said. "This takes a delicate amount of attention to pull off correctly."

Next, small, cut up bits of carrots were carefully sprinkled on Pinkie's torso, two were gently put on each nipple, and one down below. While he casually laid it down on the pony's pretty little pussy, censoring all visibility, she looked up and asked, "Really?"

"What?" he countered. "It a nice addition!"

Pinkie simply rolled her eyes and allowed him to continue his work. Soon enough, she was well decorated in all sorts of yummy arrangements. The lush looking leaves sprinkled on her belly had fallen into perfect placing, but there was one more thing that was missing.

The salad thing couldn't put his nature-made finger on it, but soon realized he'd forgotten the special ingredient. As he turned himself around, he brought forth two new bottles filled with a different kind of dressing. "How could I forget?" he questioned while Pinkie eyed what was being held by his loosely leafy appendages.

Not in the particular form the others were, but instead, what he had was what looked to her like two fair sized, equine dildos. Not only that, but they also wiggled in his grip, almost like the real things. She released her hands from beneath her head, but was quickly restrained by metal bards trapping her arms and legs, thoroughly keeping her from being let go.

“You stay away from me with those things!”

He just chuckled gingerly, leaned over her body, and brought one up to her mouth. “Go on! Taste it!” he insisted. “You’re just not a proper salad without this stuff, and the only way to get these tubes to decorate you is through extensive work. Now, open up!”

Pinkie squirmed her head back and forth, trying hard to keep her mouth shut, but it was pointless. He forced its round tip through, and though Pinkie felt like screaming, she still somewhat enjoyed being dominated this way, even if by some strange plant beast.

That was one, and the other looked even bigger then the one sinking down into her throat. She gagged a little, some spit escaping the sides, and sensed its partner's prick probing its way through her lower lips.

After it made its way all the way through, spreading Pinkie nice and open, she started to relax. It wasn't that bad, actually. Being screwed by two condiment containers was actually quite the experience for her. To cope with the sudden rise in pleasure and heat coming from her waist, she closed her eyes, feeling both of those thick, bulbous things dipping, then coming up and out for air, then throttling back down into her.

She started smiling, finally. Enough enjoyment was coming from being abused like this for Pinkie to start moaning, mostly thanks to oddly blissful thrills, and that was his cue. ”I think they’re close,” the tomato eyed meal said.

He was right, too. Only a few more harsh pumps was all it would take for the two ranch-filled containers to explode. Pinkie could feel one gush pop within the back of her throat, and then another powerful squirt down under. It even felt deep enough to reach her belly button.

Once her eyes rolled back from being pumped full of ranch jizz, the monster loosened up on her and removed his toys. A pure white stream of thickly yummy tasting cream started leaving Pinkie’s warm gap and mouth. She couldn't stop grinning, either. For whatever reason, she had fun with it. However, that smirk was soon cleaned right off once her ruthless friend revealed to her exactly why she was being made into a yummy platter.

“Now that you’re all readied up, I think its time you were served. Tonight, you’ll be eaten by Bill.”

Pinkie blinked. “Who’s Bill?” she asked, a small, white bubble sliding down her chin.

“Well, here he comes right now!”