"It's called 'Lozione D'amore'. I got it from Rarity, and I can tell you, it's incredible. I've tried it already with Dash, for her date with Applejack, and I've never experienced such a rush!" Twilight rambled, looking at Pinkie with delight.

"T-then would you mind helping me too?" Pinkie asked, rubbing a hoof against her leg.

"Of course not! I don't mind, Pinkie." Twilight put her hoof on Pinkie's shoulder.

Pinkie looked over to Twilight, uncertainty in her features. "Are you sure, Twi'? I wouldn't wanna impose on you, because imposing on you is like demanding you do things like a guard, but I'm not a guard, but I could be if I tried really really hard, but that's not the poi—" A hoof found its way into Pinkie's mouth, cutting off her nervous rambling.

"It's fine." Twilight smiled. "Besides, it's my duty to help a friend in need, and when you came to me yesterday, I couldn't turn you away." With a flash of magic, Twilight pulled a small bottle of lotion from her saddlebags and held it before Pinkie.

Snatching it out of her magic, Pinkie looked it over, before grinning. She flipped the top off the bottle, and laid back on the floor, holding the bottle between her legs. Using both hooves, she carefully stroked the bottle, easing some of the lotion out of it. She looked up at Twilight with a sultry gaze. "Like what you see, Princess?"

Twilight blushed, shrinking back and turning around, and slowly trying to force her wings down. "I-I d-don't—"

"Psst, Twilight!" Pinkie readied her hooves at the bottle's sides.

Twilight slowly turned about, her expression one of embarrassment and intrigue. She failed to notice, however, the glob of lotion soaring directly toward her face. As lotion met fur, Twilight stumbled back, rubbing her face with her hooves, trying to get the lotion off. As she rubbed, her limbs grew tingly, and she began to feel pinpricks that caused her to giggle. Her voice grew higher and higher, with an edge of squeak to it, as the changes began in earnest. Her limbs retracted into her body, shrinking away into the latex that her body was becoming. As her wings remained outstretched, they began to shrink down, losing definition and flattening into a thin pleather strap on each side. As her straps fell to her sides, Twilight felt her insides getting lighter, her organs shifting around as they converted to latex, her heartbeat disappearing as she began to shrink. Her tail fanned out like a peacock's, the strands merging and forming into a latex base, which shifted so that Twilight's phallic body was near the middle of it. As her head elongated into the tip, her vision stretched out, the room expanding and thinning out at the same time, as though she were traveling toward a black hole. Her mane merged with her latex body as the changes slowed to a crawl, her muzzle finally disappearing behind the tip of a very well-endowed strap-on.

The lavender strap-on sat on the floor where Twilight was but a moment ago. Pinkie looked at her, then picked her up with glee. Oh Twilight! You came out perfectly! I just know I'm going to have the best night ever! I promise I'll repay you!" Pinkie put the strap-on into her saddlebags—all twenty inches of it—and trotted back to Sugarcube Corner.

Atop the stairs, a curious drake stood, plotting in his mind the scheme of all schemes.

Pinkie sat down on her bed and gazed across the room. 'He's perfect. Everything I want, and so much more!' She licked her lips in anticipation. He stared back, unmoving in his excitement. Pinkie edged herself off the bed, swaying her hips back and forth, the thin pleather straps around her waist indicative of her intent. He sat back and awaited his lover's touch, her caress as she held him within her grip. She moved closer, approaching her lover with a glimmer of fire in her eyes, a burning desire erupting within her. She reared back, presenting her massive strap-on to him, her mouth dripping as much as her cunt beneath the phallus. She looked at him with a pleading look, and he sat, unwavering in the face of true desire. She acknowledged her lover's cue with a grin. "Creamy, creamy frosting!"

Pinkie pie launched herself through the air, landing atop her lover's back, the frosting smearing all over her body, his succulent yellow flesh making the pillow upon which his goddess lay. Her length penetrated him fiercely, sliding to the hilt immediately. He remained silent, dedication absolute. Pinkie moaned, her juices seeping around the base of her toy, and soaking into her lover's delicious body. She rammed in and out, forcing him open in ways unheard of to ponykind. In and out, she forced her phallus, stretching out her lover and covering her thighs in vanilla cream. As she forced herself in harder, she felt tension build up inside him, pressing back on her. She pressed and pressed, her hips slamming into his sides, coating her fur in a menagerie of vanilla and sprinkles. With a grunt, she pressed through the boundary, and was rewarded with a rich, warm filling gushing out over her dick and dripping down her legs. The dark red liquid smelled of strawberries and chocolate, and the scent threw Pinkie over the edge.

Her body locked up, falling face first into her lover, crushing his lovely form over the floorboards, the yellowish-white and red mixture staining the wood and her fur. Her sight disappeared, the stars in her vision appearing as swiftly as she had begun, and taking her mind out of her body. She rode on a cloud of absolute bliss, becoming one with her partner. He had achieved enlightenment, becoming one with the creator, his creator, coating her all over, inside and out. As she roiled about in ecstasy, she failed to notice the door to her room open, and an irate Mr. Cake staring down at her, his wife behind him, mouth agape.

"So that's where our anniversary cake went."

Author's Note

:D I did it, Garbo.

In my own special way.