The Pink Abyss

Chapters

Stares Back
The Traitor
Minus One

Stares Back

It was a calm and peaceful day in the sunny little town of Ponyville. On the edge of this town, where the houses began to thin out into the bright, grassy plains of Central Equestria, a new, very small house had gone up over night. It was a very simple thing, no more than a single floor in height, constructed out of flimsy wooden planks and a few heavier supports.

Pinkie Pie had invited her friends over to this shack which she called her “Special Party House” for a very special kind of party. The door swung shut as the last of the invited arrived, curious to see what the pink pony had in store for them in such a tiny dwelling. There she stood, in the middle of the one-room box with a rather odd look on her face.

“Pinkie…?” asked Applejack. “You ok over there, sugarcube?”

“Y-yeah! I’m-mmm~ I’m great, App-oooh!” The earth-pony was standing in the centre of the room, her legs quaking with sweat dripping down her body. Behind her, another set of legs wiggled in place. They were grey, with either flank sporting a collection of bubbles.

With a stomach-turning SCHUULGHPP Derpy Hooves appeared behind her, holding what looked suspiciously like a giant, club-shaped stage prop, taken from the recent reenactment of Alice in Humanland. Both of them were covered from head to hoof in some sort of liquid.

“Ok, I’m all done!” Derpy chippered in delight. She placed the “club” on her back and stumbled about on her way past everyone else, a drowsy-looking smile on her face, as if she was completely off-her-hooves drunk.

Applejack wrinkled her nose at the wall-eyed mare. Whatever she was soaked in, it smelled like a very strange mixture of sunflower oil, sprinkles, and something… bodily.

“Thanks a lot, Ditzy!” Pinkie called. With her eyes occasionally glazing over, she moved her behind from side to side with a grin. She looked back to her confused and/or furiously blushing friends. “Well then, you’re all here!”

“Yes we are, Pinkie,” Twilight replied. “Mind telling us what this is about? I don’t see any streamers or balloons…”

Pinkie’s eyes darted about the room, before she put on a very large, very strange smile. “This party needs no streamers or balloons!” She spun round so that her backside was facing her friends, revealing what Derpy had been doing back there. Pinkie Pie’s rump was engorged beyond belief, the flanks spreading out as if their owner had suddenly put on fifty pounds or so. What everyone found their gaze drawn to, however, was the shadowy abyss staring back at them: Pinkie Pie’s butthole.

Three of the onlookers felt like throwing up, one of them did, while the last stared fixedly at it with her wings rapidly rising into Extreme Boner position.

“Is… that… what I think it is?” Rainbow Dash asked, almost unable to believe her eyes.

“Yup! I’m all lubed up and ready for all of my wonderful friends!”

Her wonderful friends, save for Rainbow Dash, were rapidly backing away towards the exit. Suddenly, Twilight turned and bolted for the door, only to slam into something solid blocking it from the other side. She looked across it, alarmed, and shoved at the flimsy wood. It didn’t budge.

“Move over, sugarcube!” said Applejack, sounding equally panicked. “I’ll deal with this.” She raised her back legs and dealt the door a heavy blow. The sound of cracking wood signalled her victory, only for the would-be escapees to get a nasty surprise.

“Wait, what’s going on??” Twilight cried as the broken boards were torn away. Behind them stood an impenetrable golden forcefield, clearly of Celestia’s design. “Princess? What are you doing!? Let us out! She’s gone crazy!”

“Hey! This ain’t the shit, Pinks! Let us out!” Rarity exclaimed, oddly.

Applejack looked back to Pinkie Pie with a furious, yet clearly scared look on her face. The wide-laned mare was in the process of tempting Rainbow Dash closer, seductively squishing at her fattened behind with both forehooves. “What’re you plannin’, Pinkie?” Applejack asked with a scowl.

Before Rainbow could get any closer, Pinkie pushed her away again, much to the pegasus’ annoyance. She clapped her hooves together to gain everyone's attention. “Ok, so you may be wondering why the Princess has betrayed you to my carnal desires…”

“Let us out already!” Twilight cried, images of what was to come flitting through her mind. “I’m not permitted to use my magic against the Princess’!”

Pinkie continued, unabated. “And that’s because we’ve come to a realization that something needs to be done about all of you.” As she said this, the smile turned malevolent and the air seemed to thicken almost as much as Pinkie’s own behind.

“You’re going to kill us?” Rainbow asked, raising an eyebrow.

Pinkie snorted with laughter. “Pff, no! Of course not! Look, you’re all here right now because something has gone wrong with each of you.” She pointed an accusing hoof at Twilight. “First of all, the Princess says you’ve become way too afraid of using your powers!”

Twilight took a step back, only to remember that there was nowhere to run. “But I can’t use my powers!” she cried in response. “I’m an Alicorn now, and that means the slightest miscalculation on my part could end up blowing something up! I can’t even get my levitation right without accidentally flinging ponies everywhere!”

Pinkie Pie completely ignored Twilight’s response and now pointed her hoof at Applejack. “You don’t trust any of us any more!”

Applejack shuffled her hooves and spared a glance in Twilight’s direction. “Well, that’s kinda connected to Twilight’s problem for the most part. And whatever the hay happened to Rarity…”

The fashionista-turned-whatever shot a glare at the farmer, her various pieces of jewelry and piercings generating little clinks as she moved. “You what, Jack? You got something against my new gems?”

Applejack stepped closer, narrowing the distance between their scrunched noses. “Not really. It’s just that I’m havin’ myself a hard time believin’ that you haven’t been replaced by some… extremely out-of-character Changeling.”

Rarity turned her nose up at the farmer, which was oddly the most Rarity-thing she had done all day. “Me n’ the Dogs have enough gravel to dig through to deal with your crap, AJ.”

Ok, good start, Pinkie thought to herself as she watched them argue. Let everyone get acclimated to their environment… She felt her widened entrance starting to give, and decided it would be best to begin. She clapped her hooves again. “Ok, now that I’ve given you all my reasons, I’ll let Rainbow Dash here demonstrate how I’m going to ‘reharmonize’ each of you!”

With that, Pinkie pointed her gaping anus at Rainbow’s face and simply waited. Rainbow blushed again, swallowing a lump in her throat as she considered her options. She could wait it out until Pinkie felt like explaining, in detail, what she wanted her to do. Or, she could go ahead and stick her hoof inside that giant, squishy cavern, and become the blissful shame of all of Ponyville. Assuming word got out.

“So, err…” Rainbow glanced between Pinkie’s seductive eyes and her dream come true a few times. “Why am I here? What’d I do wrong?”

Pinkie Pie shrugged. “I dunno, but Celestia wanted me to punish you as well.” She winked and moved her butt closer.

Rainbow’s eyes went wide as she realized she could feel the heat radiating out of Pinkie Pie’s insides. It was like a fleshy beach, getting boiled by the summer sun. I’d like the sleep in that tanning bed, Rainbow thought to herself with a perverted smile. She briefly looked to the others. Applejack and Twilight had their teeth gritted in anticipation, though it wasn’t because they were enjoying themselves. Rarity looked indifferent and simply picked at one of her earrings, apparently uninterested in the crazy situation.

With nothing else for it, Rainbow slowly reached up with a hoof and placed it against Pinkie’s soft, cushiony insides. The hoof dipped into her flesh for a good few centimetres before she even began to feel any resistance. Rainbow silently Woah'd to herself as the small rolls of Pinkie’s rectum came into contact with the tender underside of her hoof. The sensation was like soft, wet silk, if silk was the inside of a baker’s ass. In contrast to the cool morning air, Pinkie Pie seemed to have worked herself up into a hot, sweaty state, likely thanks to what Derpy had been doing to her just before. It was surprising she wasn’t letting out steam.

The thought reminded her of farts. She frowned in annoyance at the sexual roadblock, and cautiously leaned in to have a sniff. She quickly pulled away, looking confused. “Why does your butt smell like icing sugar?”

“Yours doesn’t?”

Rainbow blinked and decided not to dwell on the thought. Swallowing again, she slowly moved her hoof inward, across the base of the opening, before running it up against the walls as curiosity took hold. The inner walls of Pinkie Pie’s butt were surprisingly soft considering how stretched they already were. The edges of the entrance had been slowly closing as that tension returned to the muscles. They began to brush against Rainbow’s forehoof, and she gasped at the sensation.

“Come on, Rainbow, don’t be so shy!” Pinkie Pie encouraged her. She raised her back end a bit more, prompting Rainbow Dash to start pushing her hoof further in.

Rainbow Dash did as she was told and plunged her hoof in, deeper and deeper. It was only once she reached her elbow that the tunnel came to a stop, but it was enough. It was more than enough. Pinkie tensed up, bringing her walls collapsing down around her friend’s leg. The sensation of hot, meaty moistness wracked through Rainbow’s body and she let out a desperate moan.

“Oohhh! P-Pinkie! You feel… absolutely amazing!” she exclaimed. Her free hoof moved down between her legs and she shamelessly began to rub at her leaking lips. Pinkie’s hole was pressed tightly around her leg, forcing Rainbow Dash to have to pull against her muscles to remove it, only to plunge it back inside immediately after. “Oh, fuck!” The walls instinctually contracted at the motion, making the second dive even tighter than the first.

From the sidelines, everyone else watched as Rainbow Dash began ploughing Pinkie’s plot at a faster and faster pace. The butt plug had done its best at widening the entrance, but the constant motion of Rainbow’s hoof was helping to keep it that way. There was now a constant shlicking sound filling the shack, from both the lubricants coating Pinkie’s insides and Rainbow Dash herself as she forced her other hoof against her clit, delving into a state of mindless pleasure.

Twilight stared at the scene in absolute disgust as she wiped the last drops of puke from her mouth. She could still feel her stomach turning, yet she found herself unable to look away. Is this what Pinkie plans to do to all of us? she thought. How is this, in any way, “reharmonizing”? Surely we could have just talked it out instead of having her rape us all?

She felt a tapping on her shoulder and she looked to see Rarity giving her a disapproving look. “I know that face anywhere. You’re thinking Pinks ain’t got it in her, aren’t you?”

Twilight felt her eye twitching at the sound of Rarity’s new “streetwise” tone. “I really have my doubts that she’s serious about this,” she replied. “She may be crazy most of the time, but she’s never done anything like this before.”

“You think this is just some prank?” Twilight hesitantly shrugged. “If you think she’s gonna stop at this, then you don’t know Pinks for shit, Twi.”

“You don’t have to swear about it,” Twilight commented with a frown. “Just what exactly happened to you at Rambling Rock Ridge last month, anyway? One minute you’re a delicate, unendingly posh fashion designer, and the next you’re… this.”

Rarity stood up and folded her forelegs, the disapproving look returning. “It weren’t just one minute, Twi. You left me with the D-Dogs for the thick of a week before you got off your shitless flanks to ‘rescue’ me. By then I’d discovered the style of the gang.”

“But how in the hay did that happen?” Applejack cut in.

Again, Rarity turned her nose up which, as her friends had come to know, meant the conversation was irrevocably closed. She trotted away to another corner of the room, putting a wide, awkward gap between herself and everyone else.

A shivering yelp came from the middle of the room as Rainbow Dash reached her climax. She let out hot, steamy breaths with her normally tough back legs turning to jelly where she stood. She slowly lowered herself to the floor with a small sense of embarrassment starting to well up at the sight of her soaked hoof. Done with her fun, Rainbow pulled at her leg lodged in Pinkie’s anus, only to find it stuck.

“Wuh? Heh, Pinkie, let me out now… I’m all done,” she said.

Pinkie’s only answer was a knowing smile, her powerful butt muscles still clamping around Rainbow’s leg. With a strong, skillful flex, Rainbow was pulled up just past her elbow into the meaty space. “You’re not going anywhere, my little makeshift dildo~” She giggled and pulled again, this time with Rainbow Dash pulling at her leg to break free. Instead of making headway, Rainbow found her second forehoof vanishing into the ring of flesh.

She quickly pulled it back out, Pinkie’s butt hole not having much leverage over it yet. “Pinkie, what in the hell are you doing!? You can’t possibly take both my legs, you’ll rip apart!”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Applejack asked as she cantered up behind her. She wrapped her own forelegs around Rainbow’s middle and pulled the pegasus away. “Come on, let her go, Pinkie Pie! Body parts belong on the outside!”

Pinkie raised her back legs, but to their surprise, she wasn’t gearing up to buck them away. Instead, she gently positioned them on either side of Applejack’s shoulders with Rainbow’s head trapped between them. “Look at yourself, Rainbow. You know you want this, you already felt how lovely and comfortable my butt can be on the inside. Just let me pull you in a bit more, it’ll feel awesome!”

“Eheh, I’d really rather not, Pinks-”

“What, you’re callin’ her that too now?”

“-I’m kinda starting to feel really silly and totally, completely and utterly embarrassed about this whole thing please let me go now. Please. I mean it, this has been fun and all, but I will literally start punching and kicking if you don’t let me go.”

Pinkie giggled again and put on that face she always wore, the one that knew way more than it let on. “Pff, as if that would stop me. I’ve been thickening my plot for this very day for about a month now!” With her muscles still wrapped tightly around her prey, Pinkie suddenly clamped her back legs around Rainbow’s head and forced it downwards. “Your resistance is futile!”

Despite combining the forces of the team’s fittest and strongest members, they were still no match for the seemingly unbreakable might of Pinkie’s backside. The pulling of the inner muscles suddenly turned into an inescapable black hole of death. Rainbow’s head was positioned so that her muzzle was in line with her lost forelimb, and so as Pinkie took a few steps backwards, the pegasus found her muzzle quickly being engulfed by the hungry backdoor. The strong scent of various kinds of sugary products filled her nostrils, causing her mouth to wet in anticipation for the nonexistent treats. Still, the sensation was as overloading as it was enticing, and Rainbow Dash found her limbs going slack.

Applejack redoubled her efforts to pull her friend free of her other friend. “Twilight! Do somethin’ already, cutsarnit!” she cried as she felt Rainbow’s struggling starting to cease. She looked down to see that pair of blue wings raising back into position, a faint pink blush appearing on their joints. Rainbow Dash seemed to be enjoying her predicament.

In one corner of the room, Twilight sat shaking with stress with her eyes glued on what was happening. “I can’t!” she shouted. “I can’t use my magic in this situation, it’s not allowed!”

“The hell do ya mean it’s not allowed!? We’re about ta lose Rainbow inside of Pinkie cus’ of you!”

Rainbow Dash plucked her muzzle out of the hole, quickly replacing it with her other forelimb. “Honestly, I’m kind of into this now,” she admitted with a wavering grin.

“Wh-what’re you talkin’ about? You were just tellin’ Pinkie that you’d beat her up if she didn’t let you go!”

Rainbow Dash’s face had turned red and her eyes were starting to flutter as she gazed at Applejack. “I know, but… with you holding onto me like this. I dunno, I think you’re setting off some instinctual urges, like my body thinks you’re a stallion about to start ploughing me. Heh, that’s funny, I’ve never really thought of domination being something I was into before.”

A few moments of stunned silence passed before Applejack looked down at her waist. Sure enough, her flanks were pressed up against Rainbow Dash’s at the perfect position for strap-on duty. Without a word, Applejack stared her in the eyes and let go, sacrificing Rainbow to the depths. Her head vanished as Pinkie stretched to accommodate it. After that it was over in mere moments. Everyone watched in horror as the hole slurped up the rest of the willing pegasus like a giant, blue noodle, with the only thing left outside being her back hooves. Pinkie let out a cry of ecstasy as her insides were suddenly brimming with one of her friends. Applejack tumbled backwards as Pinkie sat down, her prey pushing against the ground to get further inside. A Rainbow Dash-sized bulge swelled up in her stomach as she reached the end of the trip.

“Rainbow Dash, no!” Twilight cried

“Yum!”

“Applejack, what the hell!?” Twilight shouted in panic. She pointed her horn at Pinkie, ready to try and teleport Rainbow Dash out… and stopped herself. With gritted teeth and a quiet, frustrated whine, she reminded herself of what had happened last time she had tried using that spell - tired of losing book and quills, she had conducted a test on an orange by tagging it with a tracking spell, and found that all of her missing items were buried five miles underground. She couldn’t risk doing the same to a living pony.

For a moment, Applejack didn’t reply. She just stared at the shrinking hole in utter shock at what she had just done. She snapped back into the moment. “Well you didn’t help!” she angrily shouted back at the unicorn. “You just sat idly by while I was trying my hardest to save her! And now look!” She pointed at Pinkie’s wriggling belly. “She’s probably boiling in stomach acid right now!”

“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just can’t risk it!”

“Well maybe you should have, cus then Rainbow might still be- urk!” Applejack was grabbed around the neck by her cannibalistic “friend” and pressed close to her giant, soft belly.

“She’s fine in there, actually,” said Pinkie, smooshing Applejack against her tender body with a peaceful smile on her face; she was in love with the feeling. “Just listen to her moans of pleasure. She’s enjoying it so much, being trapped in my big, soft belly!”

Applejack pulled away. It was a far easier task than getting anything out of Pinkie’s titanium sphincter. She retreated to the wall of the shack, noting in her mind that there was nowhere to run. “Get the hell away from me! You monster!” she cried. “That’s it! You’re just a monster, you’re not Pinkie Pie! How in the hay can your… your stomach stretch enough for a whole pony in the first place??”

Pinkie shrugged. “I’m stretchy,” was the simple answer. She slowly turned back around, her mumbling bulge brushing the floor as she did so. “So, who’s next?” she asked.

The world outside thought it was just any other day. Celestia knew better. She sat before the shack, her ears twitching in delight as she listened to the terrifying things going on inside. With Twilight legally and therefore morally unable to use her magic, her forcefield would stand strong until the deed was done.

“The things I come up with sometimes,” she mused to herself with a smile. While her forcefield was nigh-impenetrable, including the senses of sound and smell, she could still hear the arguing and shouting going on within, and the distinct waft of cupcakes and sprinkles rising out of the shack’s flimsy roof. “It brings a strange smile to my face, to be able to re-harmonize you all in such a crazy way and still get away with it.”

Beside her, Fluttershy held her ear against the golden field, curious, but unable to pick up on the sounds that the princess had no trouble hearing. The magic was warm to the touch, just like Celestia herself. “U-umm… would you mind please telling me what’s going on in there, Princess Celestia?” she asked.

The princess paused, thinking for a moment. “I suppose it would be only right,” she admitted in response. “As we speak, Pinkie Pie is putting your friends through an important trial, something that will stretch their friendship to the absolute limit. If they pass, then their friendship will be far stronger than before, but if not, the Elements of Harmony may be losing a member. Two if we’re unlucky.”

Fluttershy gasped in horror at the prospect. “But… wh-what do you mean? What could be so dangerous that it would tear our friendship apart?”

Celestia pointed at the shack as her horn lit up. The smile was gone, replaced by the oddly neutral expression Fluttershy had seen her use from time to time. The pegasus look back to see a hole forming in the shield and the wooden wall behind it, revealing the strange scene within.

Fluttershy frowned. “I don’t understand what’s going on. Why is Pinkie Pie so big all of a sudden?”

The princess leaned in close, her smile reemerging. “Imagine this,” she whispered, her voice taking on a sultry tone, “you’re out in the woods, all on your own. There isn’t a critter to be seen and you’ve gotten yourself completely lost amongst the trees…” With a flash of magic the view port into the shack vanished, and everything around them was replaced by a dense forest.

“P-Princess?” Fluttershy called into the chilly evening air. Sure enough, she was alone, and there wasn’t a single scuttle or chirp to be heard. “Wh-... where are we? Princess??”

“Exactly where it looks like; in the middle of nowhere,” came a voice from behind her. Fluttershy whipped around and quickly sank to her knees as the shape of a giant snake rose up before her. The white-scaled creature slithered out of the shadows, its golden patterns glistening in the orange light of the sunset. “Imagine the mess of emotions you go through, when you come to realize that you were being followed, hunted, this entire time,” spoke the Celestia-snake, flicking its tongue as its emotionless eyes zeroed in on the helpless pegasus.

Fluttershy turned and ran, her wings instinctively locking against her sides out of fear. She soon lost the sensation of the leaf-covered ground beneath her hooves as she was raised into the air. The snake’s tongue was glowing with the same golden magic as Celestia’s horn. She let out a shriek as its maw stretched wide enough to swallow her and all of her friends whole.

“Imagine the terror,” Celestia continued, “as you see your inevitable doom closing in on you. A show of the ultimate kind of authority, and proof that you are nothing more than a meal to this predator.” Fluttershy’s flailing hooves landed against the snake’s gums. Before she knew what was happening, the magical vice was released and she flopped onto her flanks on the squishy, saliva-covered seat. “The conflict that appears in your thoughts, as you realize how much you’re enjoying it.”

Fluttershy was shaking in fear, but Celestia’s words caused her to pause. She had had dreams like this. Exactly like this, in fact, where she was trapped in the sticky maw of a hydra with no hope of escape. She slowly looked down at the juicy gums of the snake pressing against her legs, and suddenly realized they were shaking.

“O-oh…?” As the snake’s tongue coiled around her midsection, Fluttershy felt a special kind of heat emerging from her nether regions. It was then that she realized she could feel Celestia’s hot breath wafting out of the gaping throat awaiting its meal just behind her. Pushing aside thoughts on anatomical accuracy, Fluttershy looked back with a hot blush coming over her face.

“Some of us need a little bit of crazy in our lives,” said the snake. “Pinkie Pie is no different. She’s going to swallow up her friends one by one until they’re all sleeping cozy and tight in her stomach. The others might not see it yet, but she’s doing them a favour.” The black tongue grew longer and tied itself around Fluttershy’s whole body.

“I-it’s… cold out here,” Fluttershy spoke numbly, before allowing herself to fall gently into the abyss.

Fluttershy opened her eyes and frowned; she could feel grass under hoof once again. Looking around, she saw that she had been transported back to the shack, with Celestia standing over her. “Wh-what? What just happened?”

“Hey,” Celestia began. She wore a deep blush on her face as she stroked Fluttershy’s mane. “How about, tomorrow, I take you to Canterlot where we can have some real fun with each other?”

Fluttershy’s eyes went wide as she realized what she was being offered. “M-m-ma… I-I…”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Celestia cooed, before giving the little pegasus a kiss on the cheek.

The Traitor

Pinkie shrugged. “I’m stretchy,” was the simple answer. She slowly turned back around, her mumbling bulge brushing the floor as she did so. “So, who’s next?” she asked.

Twilight’s pupils dilated upon hearing those words. They were like a confirmation of their imminent doom, bringing with them an overloading sense of fear and helplessness. There was no way out of this, not until Pinkie had swallowed every single one of them.

Applejack wasn’t satisfied with her answer. She pointed a glare at Pinkie Pie, one filled with more fury than she had shown any other pony before. Glancing between Pinkie’s gut and the happy expression on her face, Applejack slowly plucked up the courage, and was swiftly beaten to the punch.

Pinkie wobbled for a moment, wincing in pain from the strike to her cheek. Rarity stood on her back legs, forelegs held out in a strange pose, ready to take her on. “Mofos in the room, get behind me! Rarity’s ass ain’t gonna suck you up, or get sucked up!” Twilight immediately did so and backed herself into the very corner of the shack behind Rarity, seeking protection from the pink monster.

Applejack found herself left at the other side of the room, with Pinkie Pie in between her and the rest of her friends. “H-hey, Rarity? I’m sorry I called you a Changeling before! So why don’t we try and take her on together?”

Rarity turned her nose up at the apology. “Changelings’ve got the glue part down, sure you won’t mess up n’ set us out for Pinks to do whatever the fuck?”

“I… glue? Yes, I… think? Wait, what?”

“She’s asking if you’re going to betray us again,” Twilight translated, a frown coming over her face. “I saw what you did; you just let Rainbow Dash go!”

Applejack suddenly felt very alone on her side of the shack. Especially with the hungry look Pinkie was giving her. “W-well… that was because of… you…”

“Relax. You couldn’t have pulled her out of me even with Twilight’s help,” said Pinkie, giving her gut another pleasurable push. From the outside, the outlines of Rainbow’s legs could be seen occasionally pushing against the walls of her fleshy prison. Her throbbing wings tickled Pinkie’s insides, and her moans were just audible past the chaos going on outside.

This isn’t a good situation, she thought. I’m stuck between Applejack and Rarity now. Rainbow Dash may have momentum on her side, but Rarity still has more physical strength than her. And with what the Diamond Dogs did to her, I doubt she’ll have any trouble letting loose her full power compared to last month. In comparison, Applejack looks reluctant to do much of anything, making her an easy target. Now wouldn’t be the right time though. And yet if I go for Rarity I’ll be in for a fight, and Twilight might decide to freak out if I get too close…

“No it wasn’t, Applejack!” Twilight exclaimed. “I don’t know if you realize this, but you’ve been acting weird for a lot longer than Rarity! You say you don’t trust us, but I say you’ve lost the ability to trust us!”

“Now how could that be true?” Applejack asked, half laughing at Twilight’s claim. She ran the sequence of events through her head - Rarity was kidnapped again by the Diamond Dogs a month ago. Twilight stopped using her alicorn powers half a month or so before then, making rescuing Rarity impossible until she walked out of the den all on her own. A week ago Celestia visited town and was followed around by Pinkie Pie for the entire day - Applejack frowned. What had changed? She had begun to feel uneasy around her friends during the days just before the visit, but what had tipped her off to what was to come?

“I can’t get us out of here because penetrating Celestia’s forcefield would be a breach of The Agreement on the Fair Use of Magic 4559!” Twilight continued. “I can’t attack Pinkie Pie because that would be in violation of Celestia-knows how many edicts and laws! Heck, I can’t even-”

“Why’re you tellin’ me this?” Applejack asked. She cast her gaze to the floor in guilt, knowing Twilight was right in the end, just like always.

“Because I’m incapable of fixing things on my own - that’s how it’s always been! I have no idea what Celestia originally had in mind for this ‘Special Party House’, but the only way to stop Pinkie Pie from doing to us what she did to Rainbow Dash is by showing her that we don’t need to be reharmonized!”

Rarity’s new, hardened gaze bore into Pinkie’s. She could see that she was in the middle of making a decision on who to go for. “It doesn’t matter,” she replied, surprising Twilight. “That isn’t the look you wear on your face when you got a common goal behind it.” Her horn glowed and her hooves were cloaked in a set of magical, sapphire-coloured boots. Her scowl turned into something only a dog could love. “That’s the look of a predator!”

Pinkie made her decision, and Applejack quickly found her vision filling with a giant, pink monster. Pinkie placed her forehooves either side of Applejack, leaving her with nowhere to go as she ran her tongue across her hungry lips in preparation. The simple farmer crouched to the ground, unable to summon the strength to run or fight back; she had given up on the inside.

I did just let Rainbow Dash go… Her eyes drifted to the form of the pony sloshing around inside of Pinkie’s stomach, and she felt a great surge of guilt and terror filling every part of her body. Maybe I should just give up. I’m clearly not worthy of being her friend. Pinkie Pie opened her maw wide enough to engulf Applejack’s entire head in one go. The act revealed Twilight at the other end of the shack, just visible past the widening jaws.

“-don’t need to be reharmonized!” “F-fine then. I guess I have been a pretty bad friend late-” Applejack’s vision went black as something shoved Pinkie against the wall, burying her chosen victim’s head in the back of her soft, slimy throat.

“Uurrgh…” Pinkie groaned. She picked herself back out of the shattered wall and noticed that Applejack had slipped out of her mouth, and was fumbling on the floor in a daze. She tried to look round at her attacker, only for the same thing to happen again. This time her chubby cheek impacted Celestia’s shield as the wooden boards broke away.

“Err, Rarity, maybe not the best angle you could have-”

“Can it, Sprinkle Whips!” Rarity snapped as she leaned back into position. “A dog fight calls for an unbarred, unrelenting assault, and a complete lack of common sense!”

Outside, Fluttershy flinched as she heard the faintest of cracks from within the barrier. She leaned around the side to see that a portion of the shack’s wall had been broken down. “What’s going on in there?” she asked, turning to Celestia.

“The fight has begun,” the Princess answered with a small smile. She gently pulled the pegasus away with a short wave of magic. “Come, you mustn’t interrupt them.”

Twilight watched as the former fashionista threw another punch at Pinkie, sending her rolling to another side of the room. With the danger out of the way for now, she came to Applejack’s side and picked her up. She had been dazed from the impact, and had a big bump on the back of her head. “Come on, Applejack, stay with me!” Twilight shook her awake.

Applejack opened her eyes and responded with a pained moan. She immediately felt at the back of her head for the odd bump. “I-I’m not… there’s nothin’ weird goin’ on back there, right?” she asked.

“No, it’s just the injury you got from hitting the wall. Stay here,” She looked to the hole in the wall, the light of day spilling through. “I’ll do my best and see if I can get the attention of anyone outside.”

As the sounds of the various smacks of hoof against coat, and the cries that came alongside them went on in the background, Applejack looked on into Twilight’s eyes. “Wait,” she said. Twilight stopped and looked back at the orange hoof being held against one of her own. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry that things’ve turned out this way, all because of me.”

Twilight frowned. “What do you mean? None of this was your fault, Applejack.”

“But it was, wasn’t it? I’m the one who changed, and because of that, everyone else started changin’ as well.” She let out a weak chuckle and slowly pulled herself upright. “Heck, the whole reason you visited the Royal Library, the day you stopped using your magic, was because I was feelin’ too closed-up to talk to anyone. Granny had a coughin’ fit that day that really… really scared me.”

Before her friend could say anything else, Twilight wrapped Applejack in her arms. “I understand,” she replied. “But this isn’t the time… we’ll talk about it once we get out of here.”

Applejack gripped her shoulders, a desperate look of hope appearing on her face. “Then you’ll-”

“But, I’ll get us out of here without using my magic.”

The feeling faded, if only slightly, and Applejack simply chose to nod in acceptance.

With the spark of rebellion firing up in her eyes, Twilight turned to see Pinkie Pie having caught Rarity unawares. The stylish hooligan had launched a badly timed karate kick that had landed squarely in Pinkie’s plot hole. She was now trying her best to dislodge herself from the clamming, gooey depths with an angry look on her face.

“Pinkie Pie!” Twilight called, stomping a hoof on the ground. “I have a few questions for you!”

Pinkie paused for a moment, pondering on what to say. “Hmmmm…” She pulled Rarity’s back hoof in past the ankle, causing its magical fighting boot to dissipate. “Nah, that sounds like it’ll take too long! I have a schedule to keep up with.”

“Wh-what?” Doesn’t matter, she’s trying to throw you off! “What were Celestia’s original intentions for this place?”

Rarity’s face started to pale as her knee began to vanish from view. She could feel the muscles within Pinkie’s rectum clamping around her leg, smothering it in a cloistered, slimy sensation that was well on its way to ruining her perfect coat.

A twinge of pleasure ran through Pinkie’s body as the knob of Rarity’s knee was sucked inside. “I built this shack to serve as my personal hunting ground in cases of dire friendship emergencies,” she calmly explained. “Celestia’s in on the whole thing, that’s why she’s trapped you in here with me!”

“What!? That’s ridiculous!” Pinkie pointed at the hole in the wall, through which the barrier was visible. Twilight swallowed a lump. “That’s… that doesn’t make any sense! There’s no way she would be a part of this! There’s no way she would allow you to do this to us!”

“Hey, Twilight? I need a hoof over here,” said Rarity, starting to sound worried.

Pinkie giggled, and Rarity felt her sensitive regions coming into contact with one of her captor’s butt cheeks. “Mmph~ You feel really good, Rarity! You’re sorta muscley, but still so smooth!” Pinkie exclaimed, ignoring Twilight once more.

Finding herself rapidly running out of options, Twilight felt the scattered fire of frustration welling up inside her. “Fine then! Explain to me how this will help to ‘reharmonize’ us!”

“Twilight, just use your damn magic!” Applejack shouted from behind her. She was leaning against the wall to support herself; her vision was swimming and the back of her skull felt like it was on fire. “She ain’t gonna listen at this rate!”

“Here’s a question I’m definitely willing to answer; what’s it like inside my butt?” A scary grin spread across Pinkie’s face, and she once again turned her attention to Rarity, giving her muscles a little pull. She didn’t want this to end so soon.

The fashion gangster glared at her from beneath her eyeshadow. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’ve never had more than one of my own legs in there before today, but man was it wet, and it smelled really funny, too!”

Rarity’s forehooves started to grapple against the wooden floor, trying to gain some leverage as her back end stretched Pinkie’s hole. Her currently free leg was forced to bend forwards in a motion that would have likely been painful for anyone less bipedal.

“You probably know that smell pretty well, don’t you Rarity? I can’t imagine it smelled too pretty down in the Rambling Rock mine shafts. Too many dog musks clogging up the air.”

Rarity growled. “Why would this bitch care about a stench like dogs? They track the smell of stupid wherever they go!”

“Yeah… I can imagine what they smell like. Doubt it would cling much though, and smells can’t ruin your coat, either.” She smudged a hoof against the side of her fat plot. “But in here…? Oh man, I don’t know what kind of weird fetishes Rainbow Dash has hiding up her butt, but she really enjoyed the trip into my stomach. I swear it smells like someone farted in there!”

A strange look came over Rarity’s face; fear. Not fear like the new Rarity would show it, as a serious, rebellious expression, but like the old Rarity would. Her thoughts again drifted to the sensation of the walls of Pinkie’s rectum clamping down on her, gradually sliding her in, giving more than enough time for every ounce of bad smell to rub itself into her hair and skin. Her perfect white coat was visibly starting to darken thanks to the excretions coming from deep within, and her perfectly styled tail had already been rendered a tattered-looking mess.

“Oh.”

“Oh yeah,” Pinkie continued, “and I should probably mention that I ate a boatload of hay burgers just before I got here, so I apologise if I accidentally fart on you during your trip.”

“Oh god no. No.” Rarity’s eyes widened all of a sudden, as if a panic switch had been flipped. “Twilight, please get me out. Please pull me out, right now!”

“Pinkie Pie, stop this already!” said Twilight, starting to panic herself as she watched her second friend starting to vanish. “We get what you’re trying to do! Can’t we just talk this out like normal ponies??”

“Twilight!” Rarity screamed as her shapely flanks were suddenly pulled in. She could feel Pinkie’s muscles eagerly squeezing at them like some plaything. “Get me out, now! Use your magic, please!!”

Twilight still had a number of questions she could ask, and pleas to try and convince Pinkie Pie to stop what she was doing, but the situation forced her to finally use her last resort: breaking the law. She stood in front of Rarity, a crushing mental weight making itself known in the form of the rules she had discovered surrounding the proper use of magic. “Rarity, do I have your consent?”

“Wh-what? Just get me out, please!”

“No, I need your legal consent first, otherwise by using my magic on you, I’ll-”

Rarity suddenly lost traction and felt Pinkie’s butt cheeks brushing up against her neck. “YOU HAVE MY CONSENT! YOU HAVE MY CONSENT!! GET ME OUT!!!”

“We’ll have to sort out the paperwork later.” With that, Twilight’s horn glowed for the first time in weeks and she wrapped Rarity’s body in a simple levitation spell. She frowned in confusion. “Wait, why can’t I feel anything past the entrance??”

Pinkie giggled, shivering at the sensation. “I’m naturally resistant to magic! You can only hold onto what I don’t already have inside me!” She pulled Rarity in past the base of her neck, eliciting another scream of terror from the unicorn. “And I think we both know who’s going to win this tug of war!”

In desperation, Twilight grabbed a hold of Rarity’s hooves and pulled as hard as she could. Her magical grip was quickly failing as, inch by inch, the unicorn vanished into the bottomless depths of Pinkie Pie’s body. It took a moment before Twilight noticed the blue light shining through her eyelids, closed with the strain of it all. She opened them to see Rarity staring her straight in the eyes with her horn glowing brighter than ever before. The expression she wore was full of fear. Gone was the rough attitude and the vulgar language; the original Rarity had returned.

With a sudden, blinding flash, Rarity fired something into Twilight. It was a very small, quiet message for how powerful the spell must have been. It was a feeling, a silent apology and an admission of guilt. For that one moment, all the fear had been pushed aside for the sake of giving Twilight an untarnished “I’m sorry”. Rarity didn’t think she would coming back.

Twilight Sparkle opened her eyes to find her hooves empty, and the hole closing tight to seal its latest meal within. Pinkie Pie looked as happy as ever, but she eyed Twilight, as if expecting her to say something. The little alicorn stepped away, unable to tear her eyes from the giant stomach, now containing two ponies.

“Even if everything I try to do is in vain, at least answer me this: Are you going to digest us, or hurt us in any way?”

The perverted smile on Pinkie’s face faded into a smaller, calmer one. “Of course not, Twilight. I’m all ok with freaking everyone out and stuff, but I’d never hurt any of you!” she replied.

Twilight paused. “Good. And are you planning on letting us out?”

Pinkie patted her tummy. The muffled whimpering of Rarity could be heard coming from within. “This is all just a means to an end, Twi. A very easy, very fun - for me and Dash - way of putting you all back into the proper order.”

“Yeah right,” Applejack piped up from across the room. “Like I’ll believe for a second that some kind of freak of nature like you is going to tell the truth. You just want to put us into a false sense of security so that you can gobble us up!”

Pinkie held up a hoof to make a point. “The only lie I’ve told you all thus far is what my insides smell like. My intestines were never truly the same after I tried to use icing as lubricant," she lamented. "Don’t do that by the way, it’s a terrible idea. I thought my body temperature would keep it all mushy and flowy, but it all solidified while it was inside me! On the plus side I ended up with a perfect 3D replica of my large colon once I got it out!”

Applejack just glared, her sense of humour and patience completely spent.

“Want me to show you after all this is over? I’ve still got it somewhere in my basement!”

“No! Don’t you dare start talking like there’s going to be any ‘after’!” Applejack bit back. She stomped a hoof forward. “Me and Twilight are going to end this, and then we’re going to get our friends out of you before you do anything to them!”

With a momentary glance to Twilight, coupled with a silent “Ready?” nod, Applejack charged at the bloated monster. Once again her vision suddenly filled with pink, but this time Pinkie Pie stayed put. Twilight had placed a forcefield between them.

Choosing to ignore the furious and terrified look she was receiving, Twilight stepped behind the field. It was a single plane of magic, thin and not very wide. “I get it now,” she began. “I get what all of this is.”

Applejack stepped back, subconsciously aiming for the impassable exit laying behind her. “Twilight… what the hay are you doing?” she growled.

“The right thing. I hope,” the little alicorn admitted. Behind her, Pinkie watched with interest. “This whole time, Pinkie says she’s been doing… this to reharmonize us, and that’s exactly what she just did.” The forcefield vanished, and Twilight pointed to whichever bulge she thought was Rarity. “Because of me, Rarity’s been stuck in a state of hating us all for a whole month, and she expressed that in her change in style. When I looked into her eyes, in that moment before she went in… I saw the old Rarity again. Terrified not of the idea of getting digested, but of simply… err…”

“Getting covered in poop?” Pinkie suggested.

“Yes. E-exactly.” Twilight looked back to Applejack, who was now only pointing her glare at Pinkie Pie. “It may have been done in the weirdest way imaginable, but Rarity was turned back to normal all the same, and that’s what Pinkie intends to do to us as well.”

“Sorry, Twi. You’re making sense, I’ll admit that much, but I just can’t bring myself to trust something I don’t understand. Ain’t in my nature.” Applejack narrowed her eyes once more. “Speakin’ of which… just what exactly are you, Pinkie Pie? No pony I ever saw was capable of the things you’ve done today…”

Pinkie thought for a moment. “Well… how to explain this? I’m mostly a normal pony; I have a mom and a dad, just like everypony else…”

“... And?”

“And…” Pinkie left a long pause. “Somepony needs to master their Element of Honesty before I’ll reveal that little bombshell, sorry!”

“That’s… about as much as I expected to hear,” Applejack admitted. She stomped a hoof and looked at Twilight, preparing herself to charge once again. “Twi, you won’t stop me if I say ‘no’, will you?”

“It would be wrong of me to stop you,” Twilight replied, eying the hole in the wall. “You have to be the one to trust Pinkie Pie, after all, otherwise we’ll never get out of here.”

Applejack gave a hollow smirk at that. “Sometimes, Twilight, I don’t think even you understand what comes out of your mouth.”

And with that, she charged.

Minus One

Ten minutes passed before the final punch landed on Pinkie Pie’s face. It was a desperate action, and somehow the most regretful of all of them. Applejack had avoided Pinkie’s belly, leaving her friend’s face and torso a battered mess. Teeth were missing, her jawline and one of her ears was looking crooked, and both of her eyes were almost inflamed shut. The wet, blue orbs still stared at Applejack’s quaking form even after all they had been put through.

The farmer sat hunched on the floor of the shack, tears rolling down her face, making her vision blur up again. Her forehooves were both reddening at the edges, and they were both tired from use. Aside from that, Applejack was in perfect health.

She suddenly looked back up at Pinkie Pie, her gritted teeth parting. “Why didn’t you fight back!!?” she screamed. She turned to look at Twilight, her breath sharp and quick with panic and an overwhelming feeling of guilt. “And why did you listen to her!? You could have stopped me!”

Pinkie opened her mouth to explain, but her lower jaw sent a sharp jolt of pain through her entire skull with every movement. “I-... coubn’t had-d… her… interferim wiz…”

“With WHAT?? With my ‘reharmonization!? Look at me, Pinkie; I’m broken! I just beat up my best friend, and I-... I kept on tellin’ myself that it was the right thing to do, but I was wrong!” She sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes. “Just look at you. Look at what I did, while you didn’t lift a single hoof to stop me! And I just kept going… like you were some easy target or somethin’!”

Pinkie coughed a few times and spat out a glob of blood. “Id ok,” was her simple, faint response.

Applejack watched in horror as her imagination took hold. For a split second, Pinkie Pie was replaced by Granny Smith, sitting in her rocking chair, starting to turn blue as her airways closed up inside of her. Applejack doubled over, diving headlong back into her own sorry state as she made the horrible connection in her mind - she was the cause of all of this. And by some cruel twist of logic, however false, she blamed herself for Granny’s condition as well.

Through the hole in the shack’s side, a light-yellow pegasus was watching the scene unfold. She had cried her eyes dry, yet still, her face was contorted in emotional agony the likes of which she could never have imagined.

Twilight looked from Fluttershy back at the farmer. She could tell that she was no longer in any state of doubt - before, Applejack held mistrust and logic in equal measure, if still scattered by her emotions. Now, she was under no illusions of what she had just done, and of Pinkie Pie’s motives. Applejack was truly grief-stricken.

She flinched away as Twilight tried to place a hoof on her shoulder, the fear of the unknown making a sudden return. “Keep away from me, Twilight,” she pleaded. “I’m not ok right now, understand? I shouldn’t have been made the Element of Honesty if I couldn’t even trust myself, should I?”

“That’s nonsense, Applejack. You just followed your gut feeling, and it was wrong this time…”

“My gut feeling is never wrong! Don’t you get that?” Applejack shouted. “I wanted to punish her, to make her pay and suffer for eatin’ our friends, but instead I ended up proving her right in the worst way imaginable! I’m not the Element of Honesty, and maybe I never was! No one else lies to themselves as much as I do-” Twilight made to interject, but Applejack stopped her. “-and you can’t tell me that isn’t true, because I know it is. That’s what my guts tellin’ me right now, and if it’s wrong again, then that just proves my point even more, doesn’t it!?”

“You… juz had t-to truz… me.” The two of them looked to Pinkie Pie as she spoke. The tears were flowing freely now. “At’s all… ever wanb. I did-dn’t… wanna h-hurt your feeli’s, AJ, I juz wan-” Another cough. “-t hep…”

Applejack slowly got back to her hooves. She was starting to calm down. “Yeah, well… you managed it, didn’t you?” She looked Pinkie Pie in the eyes, then Twilight. “Ever since we met, you’ve only thought the best of me, and I’m thankful for that. I’m always the one welcoming and providing for those who need it, maybe because of how I was brought up, or maybe to try and deal with that little empty space that my parents were never able to fill. Hospitality, y’now?”

She placed a hoof on the spot where her Element of Honesty normally rested. “But that’s not all I am.”

Again, Twilight reached a hoof out to try and help her friend. She managed to make contact without being shrugged off this time, but instead she could now feel the light shaking of Applejack’s body.

“Applejack…”

“I’ll do it,” Applejack stated, forcing herself to look at Pinkie’s stomach. “I still hate this, I still hate everything about this, but that just means I deserve to… to be put inside.”

Twilight’s eyes went wide. “Applejack, you don’t have to do this,” she said. She looked to Pinkie Pie, hoping for a sign. Pinkie only offered a weak shrug in response. “Don’t punish yourself anymore.”

Applejack pushed Twilight away and, after taking a long breath, walked back up to Pinkie Pie. “Come on,” she said, motioning for the giant pink pony to turn around. “I don’t… really know how to do this…”

“Das ok,” Pinkie replied. With a few grunts she turned herself around, presenting her behind to Applejack. The hole had almost closed completely, with the looseness at last starting to wear out.

Applejack gritted her teeth and shut her eyes as she reached out for that gap between Pinkie’s butt cheeks. She flinched as she felt the flesh against her hooves. Damn it… this is gonna be the most horrible thing I’ve ever experienced, Applejack thought, the taste of bile appearing in her mouth at the disgusting sensation. She wanted to pull away to save herself from her fate, but she knew she would only be running from her punishment. To her, this was what she deserved.

Pinkie felt her friend’s hooves pushing into her rectum, bringing with them the same sensation of pleasure she had felt from Rainbow Dash and Rarity. This time the feeling was marred by their emotions; Pinkie hadn’t wanted it to end in such a sad way. And so, she decided to make things quick. Raising up so that her butt was positioned over Applejack’s head, Pinkie sat down on her like a falling boulder, shoving the farmer all the way inside in one fell slurp. It was mercifully quick, even if Applejack’s cries of terror could be heard as she made her way through.

Twilight watched Pinkie Pie’s belly growing once more as Applejack came to her uncomfortable rest within. The predator groaned and rolled onto her side, her energy finally spent. She rubbed the mound of meat and put a smile on her half-broken mouth, enjoying the moment.

While Pinkie Pie was enjoying her victory, Twilight was slowly realizing how quiet it was now that everyone else was trapped inside of her. The thought made her pause, a little twinge of worry arriving amongst the relative silence. The only sounds were of the muffled chatter coming from inside Pinkie’s stomach, and Pinkie’s quiet moans of delight. This seems like a good opportunity, Twilight thought to herself. “Hey, Pinkie?”

“Mmnf… yerh?”

“Answers! Now that there’s no reason for us to fear one another, I want you to tell me the whole truth about all of this. What are you, and how are you able to do all of this?”

“Hor on…” Pinkie placed her forehooves either side of her mouth and, with a sickening pop, cracked her jawline back into place. She moved it about a bit to make sure all was as it should be. “Ok, ready.”

“Oh. Ew, you were able to do that this whole time…?” Twilight asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup! It was still kinda painful, but generally speaking I can take a lot more punishment than most ponies I know.”

“Alright…” She doesn’t look in pain anymore… that’s strange. Was she even really hurt in the first place? I can believe it either way, but at any rate I know she isn’t under the influence of any special potions or spells. Natural magic-resistance, however? I don’t have an answer to that. “Now then… how did this all begin? When did you and Princess Celestia plan to do all this?”

“Well, we didn’t plan all of this. I had to improvise a few times, but in the end…” She gave her belly a slosh. “most of it went according to plan. And we decided to do this when she visited town last week. Turns out she’s got a raging imaginary hard-on for this sort of thing, just like me!”

Twilight cringed. “She’s into…” She motioned to Pinkie’s general form. “this?”

“Totally! You didn’t know that? Celestia has a whole library’s worth of fetishes she doesn’t let anypony know about, but I figured you would cus’ you’re her student n’ all…?”

Twilight slowly shook her head. “No,” she answered. “I have never even heard tiny suggestions of that sort of thing about her…”

Pinkie shrugged. “They talk about it a lot around nightclubs in the Rabbles. It isn’t exactly a commonly known or believed thing, anyway.”

“Understandable…” The conversation trailed off. Twilight was willing to believe Pinkie Pie’s words in spite of how crazy they sounded; it made sense that Celestia had planned this alongside her, what with the timing, the barrier, and Pinkie’s recent calorie binging. I’d guess that Celestia was the one who noticed we were starting to break apart, and asked Pinkie to fatten up in preparation for today. She looked back to Fluttershy and gave a sorry wave to the worried pegasus. “So… what about you? Are you going to tell me what, exactly, you are?” Twilight asked as she looked back to Pinkie.

Pinkie grinned; she had been looking forward to this question. “Weeell… I’m all sorts of things if you wanna get technical. A little bit of this, a little bit of that. It all started with my great, great, great, great, great, great, great, great, grea-”

Suddenly, a loud, ominous gurgling sound came from inside of her. The outlines of her friends slowly grew less defined as Pinkie’s stomach filled with liquid. The chatter had stopped.

Twilight watched it for a while, half wondering what was going on inside, and half trying to convince herself that it wasn’t what it looked like. “Pinkie. What are you doing?”

Pulling herself upright, Pinkie Pie abandoned the question and looked down at her bloated middle and smiled. She placed her hooves against it and gave it a shake, causing one of her meals to press against the inside for a moment as the three were swilled around within. Her face turned red and drool began to seep from between both sets of lips.

“Oh m-man, this feels soooo good! Sorry, I thought I had more time before we got to this stage.”

All humour left the little alicorn and before she even knew what she was doing, a thick, vibrant aura of purple magic had begun pouring out of her skull and over her horn. “Please tell me you’re joking,” Twilight pleaded in a neutral tone. “Please tell me you aren’t actually doing what I think you’re doing to our friends?”

Silence. Pinkie now stared Twilight dead in the eyes, with her face as red as a tomato with insatiable lust. The eyes weren’t even fluttering, they simply stared, watching to see what Twilight would do like a mindless predator glaring out of the bushes. Somehow, the sight set her on guard more than anything else thus far; that wasn’t Pinkie Pie.

Slowly, the edges of the pink monster’s smile began to rise, and Twilight finally realized the terrible mistake she had made.

“Y-you’re kidding me! You have to be! You’re not actually digesting them, are you!?” Twilight cried. The magic wavered around her horn; she hadn’t prepared herself for the consequences if it was actually true. “Answer me already! Say something, Pinkie Pie!!”

Pinkie giggled, then laughed. The joyous, bubbly voice behind it was exactly the same, but it now released a hollow laughter, devoid of all measure of “fun”. Twilight could see the teeth in her mouth growing jagged. “It’s really hard to move around like this, y’now?” Pinkie commented as if nothing was wrong. “But all I need to do is get rid of the excess!”

There was a loud, prolonged gurgle from within, and Twilight watched in horror as the giant, bloated stomach rapidly shrunk down to its normal appearance. Her friends were being digested.

“NO!!!”

In their drawer where they were kept when the fate of Equestria wasn’t hanging in the balance, the Elements of Harmony glowed with a strange light. The jewels set in the elements of Honesty and Generosity were covered in cracks, the former having just gained new ones, and the latter starting to heal back up. They and the Element of Loyalty shook in their slots. Their bearers were no longer in the world, and they knew it.

The Element of Magic, even with its star gemstone a shattered mess, kept the others in place as the energy within it took on a completely different nature. Its purple surface had begun to glimmer various different colours, and each facet was currently blitzing through a different part of the rainbow as its wielder went through a major emotional shift…