Pinkie's Sexually Insane Food Nightmare

All of the sudden, Pinkie heard a weird, though recognizable sound. It was slightly fresh in her mind, the very same she heard every morning when waking up. She had her cellphone alarm clock set with a song to get her out of bed.

“Who you tryin' to get crazy with, ese? Don't you know I'm loco?”

A beat, heavy and funky, surrounded through the void Pinkie resided in, bringing deep colors of green, red and yellow to the once invisible walls. Before her still stood the hole on the ground, but now, there was something creeping out of the edges; something Pinkie never thought possible.

One spaghetti tentacle… Then another, and then the meat balls, and eventually the whole dish spilled upward, roaring and waving its edible appendages all around, almost in sync with the music that blared in the background.

Pinkie was quickly picked up and tossed in the air, yummy red sauce splattering all over her. The noodles gripped tightly to her arms and legs, keeping her suspended in the air. No matter how much she screamed in terror, it seemed nopony was going to come to her rescue. Who would they? That'd be sheer suicide.

The tiny macaroni tendrils soon came together near her spreading legs, forming what looked like a dick, leaking with red flavoring. Before the terrified mare could plead, “No!” she was tore open. Her pussy become flooded with the savory spaghetti schlong which, by the way, refused to show eve a glimpse of mercy.

Like it’d done this before, the monstrosity pumped in and out relentlessly, forcing Pinkie into a new, sexually enticing mood. She had no choice but to allow this garnished gruel the pleasure of violate her being. After all, so long as she kept her cool, Pinkie would be fine. Right? All it wanted was intercourse. Right?

Wrong. It wanted much more than to be sated. It needed Pinkie to be happily fucked, too. Not just it. She had to feel pleased all the same. Pinkie could just barely hear its thoughts somehow, as though it had a mind of its own.

“Pinkie,” the tentacle coagulator said. “Pinkie, you must give in.”

“No!” the mare cried out, shaking her head in defiance. “I’m not your toy! Let me go!”

“If you won’t freely allow yourself to enjoy this, then it will have to be forced.”

Just as she started to open her mouth, two durable noodles snatched the opportunity and held her mouth wide open. Next thing she knew, Pinkie was choking on what tasted like a bay leaf, and then her lips was let go.

Some sort of chemical was launched into her system, she just knew it. Partly because of the telepathic link still connecting her to the creature’s mind, and the familiar scent she sensed as she was fed it. Almost instantly, he sped up, but instead of pain, Pinkie started to feel unnatural amusement from his thrusts.

“Wh-What’s going on? What’s happening to me…?!”

“Kehe,” the thing laughed. “I see you recognize the aphrodisiac Bill tried to make you consume earlier. You couldn't just given in, could you? Such resistance can cause serious damage to your whole being. Now… enjoy this, damn it!”

Just as he finished his sentence, three more thicker strings sneaked up behind her and intruded her ass hole. In only a moment's time, both of her holes were plugged up by ropes of noodles. Why they were so strong and nearly impossible to break was beyond her. They’re only food, so why was it so difficult for Pinkie to break free?

They slithered beyond what Pinkie thought possible. Her depths were being utterly plunged by countless noodles, and there was nothing she could do. More tentacles began to slither around her body, seemingly massaging her belly and chest. One entered her loosely open mouth and proceeded to submerge itself down into her throat.

As if this wasn't bad enough, despite fighting the feeling every step of the way, Pinkie knew she liked it. She knew it was unbeatable. By now, she knew her body wanted more. This surreal experience was just too much for her. She could no longer deny how much fun it was.

Maintaining perfect rhythm, the spaghetti monster wiggled itself around inside Pinkie’s womb and rear insides, opening her intestines up even more, until it made its way into her belly. The sensation of having wiggly pincers dancing inside her was indescribable. Like breaking all rules of physics, her gaps were expanded to meet the roomy needs of these drillers.

Her front hole was wrestled wider so more noodles could make their way in, and then seep out, only to rage in again, and out. The process was repeated over and over again, until Pinkie’s eyes finally rolled back in ecstasy.

She lost herself in a blissful climax. Just as she peaked the tip top of her orgasm, the belly dwelling appendages shot straight up, through her throat and out her jarring mouth. All the way through, up her ass and through her lips. It was well worth it, though, for Pinkie.

And then, white jizz filler her front hole with just a hint of Parmesan cheese for well seasoning. Her stomach expanded, defying all laws of reality. Pinkie felt fat and blubbery by then, but good all at the same time.

She was set free, thrown to the ground like a wet rag. As the jizz juiced its way out her gaps, so did the diggers that took up her hind space. She gasped for breath, choking up bits of cheese and smearing some cum from her cheek.

Looking up at the satisfied looking dish, she asked it, “Happy now?”

He seemed to chortle, its meatball eyes looking her way. “Indeed, and I see you had your fair share of pleasure as well.”

Pinkie tried to stand, but couldn't. Even though her frame felt sound, she was weak. The after-sex was anything but pleasant. Still, she couldn't complain much. “We’ll have to do this again... but, I think I hear my alarm clock going off.”

“Is that what this music is? I’d never heard it before.”

“It’s by Cypress Hill, but really, I need to be headed home.”

He shook up and down, nodding in compliance. “Tap your hooves together three times, and you’ll be waking up in your bed by the third.”

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