Pinkie's Sexually Insane Food Nightmare

Louder than Spike’s adult dragon claws stomping around Ponyville in an unstoppable rampage, Pinkie heard the beast approaching. The horror of such a monstrosity coming closer and closer her way made the mare freeze with fear.

In the distance, she could see it’s single, blood red, olive eye glaring at her. It’s half-baked bread skin being a tint darker than light brown, and suspended by two sharp toothpicks for legs. Each step drilled a fair sized hole in the ground, and the burbling of mayonnaise, a bit of mustard for flavor splashed down on the blackened ground below.

It reached them. Sandwich Bill, the second scariest thing Pinkie had ever seen in her entire young life stood before her, its olive eye on top seeming to glance at her with provocative anger. Its crust ripped from the sides, acting like hands, and snatched Pinkie up into the air.

By then, the poor, defenseless girl contained not a clue of what to do. She could try and break free, but her hands wouldn't move for some reason. She tried to yell, but no sound left her lips. Up, and up, and up she went, peeking over its open mouth. At the very summit, the pony could see razor-sharp lettuce teeth and tomato gums eager to get a taste of her.

In only a second, Pinkie was devoured whole. While she slithered down, the salad monster yelled to his pet, “Now, take her to the next individual. No doubt we've kept him waiting long enough.”

Pinkie could feel the head nodding from where she sat curled up, goo slithering through her mane and coat. Rough bread rubbed against her backside while she sank further down into its throat. Pinkie felt herself being gulped down even more, and every little bit of light finally became darkness.

Inside the belly of the beast, Pinkie could barely hear a sound from outside. Everything except the rhythmic vibrations coming from below her body was a vast, tightly squeezing wall, pushing her up against another opposite from the one in front.

The bumpy shake created from the monster’s steps soon became as familiar to her own heartbeat. How long had she been delving, slithering further into its bowels? It seemed like hours, trapped and confined to the slime that coated the intestines of this thing.

And yet, somehow, she couldn't help herself when she finally became rather hungry. If anything, the bitter taste that forced its way into her mouth made her shrill in a euphoric paranoia. Being both stimulated by the tingling sensation of skimming her way down combined with the nervous impulse of fatality couldn't be any more unique at this point.

Soon, she reached the center. The stomach; the point at which true digestion would take place. Through a hole from up above, Pinkie fell into an orange pond. Splashing on her land, she swam back up for a gasp of air. Unfortunately, the toxins that fused with the top side of the room was so foul, pinkie almost fainted.

She quickly found a small island surrounded by the dense liquid and decided it best to swim towards it, hopeful this stuff that was ruining her hair colors would wash off easily. But, much to her dismay it didn't. No matter how hard Pinkie tried, the gunk just wasn't coming off, not without some water, shampoo, and conditioner.

As sticky as glue, and rank with odd smells, the orange acids would take hours to get off and out of her coat. By now, despite being slightly aroused for whatever reason, Pinkie panicked and screamed for help. Nopony answered. Only the burbling of bubbles comforted her until she gave up hope, sat down holding herself tightly, and heard a voice seemingly coming from beyond the wall behind her. “What’s wrong, Pinkie?”

She turned around to see who was there, but only saw the deformed formations that reflected on the water. “Who’s there?” she asked.

“Sandwich Bill’s the name, and I must say. You’re quite the tasty one!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pinkie questioned her host.

For a moment, he didn't speak, but soon enough, the deep voice returned. “I've had my fair share of delicacies over the years, but you were sweet with cake, and candy. I could literally taste everything you've eaten in the past few weeks. Such a girl like you to enjoy rich foods like these is almost unheard of. Don’t you even try to watch your weight?”

Pinkie stood, trying once again to wipe away the putrid material that saturated her waist. “Are you calling me fat?”

A loud laugh. “Of course not! I just thought women like you worried about the things you put inside yourself. There’s hardly anything healthy about devouring so much junk food. At least, not if you wish to maintain that slim figure of yours.”

Pinkie shook her head, then tried once more to remove the glue-like substance from her mane. “What is this stuff? Jell?!”

He laughed again, but this time, making the entire room shake a little while he bellowed. “Actually,” he said after calming down, “it’s a bit of jelly, some condiments, but with my own biological flair. In short, it’s also an aphrodisiac!”

Pinkie tilted her head. “What’s that?”

“... Err… It’s a chemical, I think, that’s supposed to make you feel good.”

“How good?”

The monster waited a bit before saying, “Like you need sex.”

Pinkie nodded. “But, then, why does it smell so bad?”

“It doesn't smell that bad… d-does it?”

Pinkie giggled. “Oh, yeah. I’m suffocating!”

“... I’m that nauseating?”

Pinkie looked around, and then admitted, “Well, it’s actually not that bad now. I’m getting used to it, but… why do you have to make me all horny-like?”

“For a friend.”

Pinkie blinked. “What sorta friend?”

For the third and final time, Bill laughed. “Oh, you’ll see. It’s best to let this stuff sink into your lungs and do its work. If you don’t, you might now… Hey, what’re you doing?”

Pinkie’s cheeks suddenly puffed up. She was holding her breath.

“Fine, don’t listen to me,” the sandwich monster said.

Pinkie began turning blue.

“... Uh, Pinkie?”

She was now becoming purple.

“Pinkie, stop this! Just breath it in! It’s not poisonous... Much”

By now, her eyes closed shut while her face continued to change color. Luckily for her, however, they reached their destination just in time. Immediately, Pinkie was spat out, launched downward from her little island and through Bill's deformed opening. She landed back on the black surface, tainted with mustard yet again.

She coughed a few times before turning around to see Bill walking off, his crusty hands waving goodbye. She wiped some orange off of her cheek, and then looked behind her. From where she stood, Pinkie couldn't make out what she was glaring at. It best resembled a chasm, but in all actuality, it was far more sinister than she'd ever imagine.