Pinkie Drinks Barbecue Sauce
Pinkie Pie paced back and forth in her room at Sugarcube Corner with her hooves clopping against the hardwood floor with each apprehensive step. Resting atop a stool not even 6 hooves away was a simple bottle of Barbecue Sauce. The cap of the bottle remained twisted on the top, having yet to be opened for the first time.
Her brilliant blue eyes never wavered from scanning their target; that which was perched atop the wooden stool. The bottle of Barbecue Sauce sat there, motionless, almost as if to mock the mare, beckoning her attention. Pinkie Pie suddenly drove her hooves into the floor, skidding to a stop as her eyes narrowed. It was then that she began to slowly approach the bottle.
Never before had Pinkie Pie seen such a product. A storm of thoughts were unleashed within the confines of her mind. Just what exactly was it? Where did it come from? What does it taste like? Is it sweet or spicy? That, Pinkie Pie knew not. For her, this plastic bottle, which contained this mysterious dark and thick liquid substance was essentially alien to her and everything she knew.
Deep down, however, Pinkie Pie felt that it was possibly similar to the hot sauce she so loved to coat her cupcakes with on occasion. And yet, the pink mare could not be certain. After all, things are not always as they seem.
Each step the pink mare took towards the bottle was one of apprehension and uneasiness. Pinkie Pie was unsure of what to make of the strange new thing labeled as ‘Barbecue Sauce’ on the front. For all she knew, it was a potent pony poison, or perhaps a magic pony genie would pop out should she open the cap.
However, despite the apparent feelings of unease that gripped her by the throat, Pinkie Pie was not about ready to give up. She felt more determined than ever to face the mystery of this Barbecue Sauce head on, regardless of what may happen.
Her form came to an abrupt stop not even one hoof away from her target of consumption. With caution, the mare (somehow) wrapped a hoof around the neck of the bottle, lifting it off of the stool with care. Pinkie Pie balanced on her hind legs as she grabbed the bottle with her hoof as well, for the sake of better leverage.
Her teeth came down upon the rigid sides of the bottle cap, turning the bottle itself with her hooves in an effort to untwist the cap. Beads of cold sweat dampened her brow with each passing second. With each and every twist, the bottle cap came closer and closer to its inevitable removal at the hooves of the pink mare.
After several silent moments of twisting, the cap had at last come off. With a sudden tchew, Pinkie Pie spat the bottle cap out of her mouth and onto the floor without a care in the world for what would become of it. The evil bottle cap had been an obstacle; an enemy, in her quest to uncover the mysteries behind this Barbecue Sauce. Pinkie Pie felt little, if any remorse for the discarded piece of plastic.
She gently lowered the now-opened bottle of Barbecue Sauce back onto the stool's flat surface. So far, nothing happened. No explosions, no release of deadly gas, no nothing. Slowly but surely, Pinkie Pie was becoming more and more relieved.
Pinkie Pie lowered her head somewhat, allowing her nose to hover over the open top of the bottle. With that, her chest expanded as she inhaled air through her nostrils in one large breath.
The essence of the Barbecue Sauce was surprisingly fragrant for her senses, prompting an immediate change in demeanor for the mare. “Mmmm!” moaned Pinkie, closing her eyes with a smile as she savoured the pleasant aroma that washed over her senses. No more did the pink mare feel apprehensive of the unfamiliar product. Instead, she felt far more confident about what to do with the Barbecue Sauce.
With that, the bottle was promptly swept off of the stool, gripped tightly in her hoof. “Okay Pinkie, you can do this!” she chimed to herself, clenching her other hoof with determination. The bottle was brought up to her pink lips, ready for her consumption.
Her pink hoof somehow squeezed the bottle as she tilted her head back, closing her eyes. The dark, thick liquid contents were expunged into her maw, her throat rapidly swallowing the Barbecue Sauce as she would with any other beverage.
As she drank, and drank, and drank, Pinkie Pie felt any residual worries wash away. The mare began to actually moan as the tangy substance ran across her tongue, with each gulp helping it on its journey down her throat. Before long, however, the mare felt a burning sensation in her mouth and throat due to chugging the Barbecue Sauce. However, Pinkie continued undeterred, finishing the rest of the contents within seconds.
Pinkie Pie slumped somewhat as she let out a gasp for air, dropping the bottle. The empty plastic bottle bounced several times across the hardwood floor before resuming its motionless state.
Pinkie Pie’s tongue hung out of her mouth as she panted, her brow furrowing. “Spicy~!” she yelped.
The burning sensation remained in mouth and throat, creating great discomfort; as if a light inferno had invaded her body.
The burning aside, Pinkie Pie felt another sensation from the thick liquid; that of its very own unique flavor.
In smaller portions than the whole bottle, it was milder than her hot sauce. However, it still had a rich, tangy flavor to it. She tasted a healthy balance of sweet and spicy within Barbecue Sauce.
It was simply divine.
Ignoring the burning, Pinkie Pie smacked her lips together, smiling all the while. The various spices within the Barbecue Sauce had since flooded her taste buds, caressing them with a tender loving care. The euphoria of the glorious flavor filled Pinkie’s heart with rainbows, causing a wide, satisfied grin to adorn her features.
“That was super-duper delicious! I have got to find more of this!” she chimed with glee, bouncing up and and down in place. Her eyes beamed with excitement at the very prospect of obtaining more of this 'Barbecue Sauce.' Slurping sounds were made as her tongue moved in a wide circle, licking her lips in a joyous fashion.
Overall, Pinkie Pie being satisfied was an understatement. For her, orgasmic would better describe the heavenly touch that the Barbecue Sauce had on her senses.
Without any lingering doubts, today had been a great day for Pinkie Pie.
