Author's Note

Kinks
Transformation
Mare Cum and Saliva
Slight Hypnosis
Characters
Pinkie Pie
Shindig Flare
Nurse Redheart

Dirt Cake

“You!!! There you are!” A mare yelled from the other side of a busy fountain circle in the middle of the party district. As ponies trotted around, minding their own business coming, going, eating, chatting and shopping; the white mare with her pink mane tied back in a messy French bun was busy pushing past ponies to get to Shindig Flare with a fiery determination. Even the hot red aid sign and tiny little pink hearts on her rump looked like a giant hot embers showering debris. Shindig stood next to Pinkie Pie and waited for her approach.

“You! What did you do to me, yesterday?” The mare asked, absolutely livid.

“Hey Nurse Redheart, sorry I missed your birthday yesterday. I almost didn’t recognize you without your Flossie and I didn’t know you came to the isle of rut too. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, are you here on vacation for your birthday? This is perfect! Shindig and I are throwing a party and you can…” Pinkie would have gone on, but Redheart looked sick.

“Are you okay, you don’t look so good?” Pinkie asked. Redheart blushed, what were the odds that somepony she knew from her home in ponyvillie would be here too.

“I’m fine.” Redheart gurgled her response, chocolate goo with small chocolate cake chucks lateralled from her mouth like a rabid dog. Pinkie Pie watched with a curious grin. She didn’t double take, she didn’t blink and her look was neither that of disgust nor horror; it was pure morbid fascination. Shindig treasured the look like a rare flower.

“Is that chocolate mud cake? Oh my gosh, it is chocolate mud cake!” Pinkie said. She was already tasting a mouthful of strange goo. Shindig laughed.

“Sure is Pinkie, I met Nurse Redheart yesterday and gave her a small gift for her birthday.” Shindig said patting Redheart on the head.

“Gift? Gift! This isn’t a gift, it’s a curse!” Redheart yelled and spewed the rest of the chocolate mud cake into Shindig’s face. Shindig licked all around his face with one quick motion to eat up every bit of excess food stuff. He let it mingle with his gum so Strawberry Gelato and Butter Nut Marshmallow could taste it too.

“No, no, it’s definitely a gift. You came to this Island all alone because you didn’t want ponies to celebrate your birthday. You were worried remember, that ponies would treat you better than you deserved. Now, no pony will treat you as you deserve. See, I granted your wish.” Shindig smiled. His little speech had Redheart’s hind legs crossed suspiciously.

“I don’t know Redheart, seems like a good gift to me. I mean seriously, who wouldn’t want to spew a mess of chocolate mud cake from their muzzle all the time? That sounds about as good as chocolate rain to me, maybe even better than Chocolate Rain! *MMhhh* Chocolate rain.” Pinkie Pie added, drooling at the thought.

Redheart couldn’t take it anymore. She fell to her back then spread her hind legs wide in the air. She was already spewing a viscous white crème from her marehood, before she managed to get her front hooves down to her naughty bits. When her front hooves were finally rubbing hard into her marehood, the white crème came out in full force. Like a lawn sprinkler, it sprayed all around and got Shindig, Pinkie, and anyone within five feet of the gushing mare.

It took her at least a full minute to stop! Pinkie and Shindig were both laughing full force while the other bystanders that happened to take noticed, watched with lewd fascination.

“*groan*, Okay I’ll admit. It was fun at first, but please! Take the gift back. It gets better every time and I can’t stand it. I can’t stand it you hear me, it feels too good!” Redheart gurgled her words again and spewed more chocolate mud cake to go with her soft crème cheese cum.

“See it’s already happening again, make it stop!” Redheart placed a crème covered hoof to her heart and tried to calm herself down.

“*MMhhh* you make mean dirt cake Redheart. But, I’m not making you do anything; I promise. But I think you know that by now.” Shindig explained. He collected some of her crème cum and cake drool and mixed them together to eat.

“You mean you, *oohhh* Nurse Redheart you aren’t… you are!” Pinkie suddenly understood and apparently Redheart did too, because her mare-folds spasmed violently and she stared to cum crème full force again.

“Dirt cake! That’s brilliant Shindig. Dirty ~~ dirt~ dirt cake for the dirty~ mare.” Pinkie sung in chorus as she bounded circles around Redheart.

“No, it’s not true. It’s not true.” Redheart pleaded, but her eyes told a different story. They were half closed and underneath her sexy shade of blue mascara was nothing more glossed over bedroom eyes. She’d stopped cumming for the moment, but she was now leaking fluid continual from her mouth and marehood, chocolate mud cake and soft crème cheese cum respectively. It was getting even worse!

“If it’s not true, then why do you keep thinking it?” Shindig asked. He was also bouncing around Redheart and behind Pinkie. In fact, he was so giddy that Pinkie was having a good time that his cock inflated with helium a bit. He hoped that Pinkie wouldn’t notice how turned on he was right now.

“Awww you can’t lie to me, I know a true smile when I see one.” Pinkie giggled.

“Don’t worry. No pony will treat you better than your average dirt cake now. You’ll never have to worry about ponies treating you better than you deserve ever again.” Shindig added. Pinkie nodded in agreement.

“Idea! I have an idea Shindig, why don’t we empty the lake by the courtyard and dump Redheart in there. Then she can make a whole lake full of dirt cake goodness. Please, please please please…” Pinkie repeated unendingly. Shindig let her continue for a while; even Pinkie’s annoying voice was like music.

“Okay, I think I know what to do with all the water, but what about Redheart, the lake is only about ten feet deep, she’ll just climb out. Also, there are subtle limits to my magic; she doesn’t have enough mass to fill a whole lake.” Shindig explained. Redheart looked on in horror between dry humping herself. She could not believe that they were even discussing such an idea!

“We can just tie her up and duh, use the water. Silly.” Pinkie stated simply, but rubbed her chin quizzically. Pondering, she stopped abruptly mid bound which then caused Shindig to face plant right into Pinkie’s marehood. For a half a second, it was heaven and then it was just gravity. Shindig and Pinkie fell in a tangled mess beside Redheart.

“You’re really smart, smarter than me even.” Pinkie added, suddenly smoking a bubble pipe. Shindig beamed.

“You should have thought of the water before, what were you going to do with it?” Pinkie interrogated.

“Hehe... my friend Ember Dance, she loves her magma and destruction even more so. I was going to make tiny, party themed, shaped islands in her magma, just inside the volcano to see how she would react during her next scheduled eruption.” Shindig said honestly. Pinked chuckled, accepting the explanation as she put her pipe away to wherever she had it stashed before.

“That seems like a good reason to me, but I’m sure we can find more water elsewhere for that prank, let’s use the lake water to fuel Redheart.” Pinkie suggested.

“Okay, sounds fine to me.” Shindig caved. He couldn’t say no to that logic.

Pinkie and Shindig each grabbed a hoof and dragged a squirming Nurse Redheart down the cobble pathway back to their hidden secluded courtyard. Redheart’s hips twitched lewdly as the entire party district got a look at the dirty whorse’s spasming marehood.

“You grab her other hoof there while I tie this one down.” Shindig Flare directed Pinkie Pie’s attention.

“Hmmm, I just realized. Will she be able to breathe when the lake starts filling up with dirt cake, I don’t want her to get hurt.” Pinkie asked. She held Nurse Redheart’s hind hooves to the dirty bottom of the ten foot high empty pit which used to be a lake.

“She’ll be fine. My magic will protect her from drowning is her own dirt cake.” Shindig replied. The word dirt cake alone was enough to send Redheart over the edge now and make her spew more mud cake and cum more crème.

Pinkie noted how inviting Redheart’s crème covered crotch was now. She was a colt’s mare herself, but this was too good to resist. She lifted her head down and stuck her muzzle right inside and began to slurp up the soft crème. Her slurping was loud, lewd even, and she didn’t even bother hiding it from Shindig, though the thought made her slightly embarrassed. She stopped after Shindig had Readheart’s front hooves tied up and then whipped away a crème mustache with the sleeve of her hoof.

“Naughty mare.” Shindig teased. Pinkie blushed, but did not look away.

“I want a taste of our dirty little whorse too.” Shindig said, rolling over to Pinkie. He drank straight from Redheart’s naughty crème maker just as she was cumming again. He dug deep and made loud lewd slurping sounds too.

“It’s good isn’t it, best sweet cheese crème I’ve ever tasted, it is so soft and warm too.” Pinkie added as Shindig came up from his long drink. He smiled at pinkie with a crème mustache that curled up at the end at the ends. Pinkie clapped and giggled, she secretly had a soft spot for mustaches, especially crazy mustaches.

“I agree. Our dirty whors-y Nurse Redheart is going to make many ponies happy with her dirty, dirt cake.” Shindig tapped Redheart’s cheek and watched her eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Don’t forget, Redheart. Even when you are down here all alone, ponies will still be treating you like dirt up above, or at least, yummy delicious dirt cake anyway.” Pinkie giggled and pointed up. Redheart moaned hard. By this point, it was the only sounds she could make or wanted to make. She’d completely given into her new life.

Shindig and Pinkie climbed out of the pit together leaving Redheart behind. Shindig moved the make-shift water funnel he’d made earlier; a cloud with a special magic spot that could directly feed Redheart water as long as she remained directly underneath it. Since, there was no chance of her moving all tied up, that wasn’t a problem.

It took Shindig a while to come up with that idea; he didn’t make bondage apparatus’s this complicated most of the time. But then again, it wasn’t every day that he got to meet an amazing pony like Pinkie Pie either.

“She should have plenty of mass to convert into dirt cake now.” Shindig said, holding his hoof out high. Pinkie returned the hoof-bump.

“How long do you think it will take her to fill this lake?” Pinkie asked.

“Not long four… maybe five days and definitely no longer than a week.” Shindig guessed.

“Perfect, let’s shoot for less than a week then. I saw you slip her those earbuds Flar-y.” Pinkie teased.

“Oh you did?” Shindig actually hoped she would notice that.

“Sure did, you recorded our song from the fountain earlier didn’t you?” Pinkie asked, but posed it like a statement of fact.

“There is nothing, I can get past you is there?” Shindig asked. He wished more than ever that he could reach into Pinkie’s soul and grant her deepest wish. Anything, anything at all; she would have it.

“Nope. Silly.” Pinkie bopped him on the nose and bounded off toward the party district again.

Shindig was silly, he was a mad fool.