Ch. 1 (Part 2): A Cheerful Look Brings... (V. 2.5)

-*One Week Later*-

Mr. and Mrs. Cake were usually able to dismiss Pinkie Pie's unyielding perkiness since they understood her happiness was well spent on other ponies. Always self-sacrificing. Always so eager to make her friends smile. This past week had been a very different mirth, as if the air around her held some stagnant bitterness. Something was off with their friend Pinkie Pie, long after the Canterlot wedding had put her into a strange sour spell. Though the two knew they were not her biological parents, there was no denying a sense of parental duty both of them held to her. Each tried in their own way to probe the pink mare on her mood, yet each receive the same answer.

A ungenuine giggle cracked her facade, as she would look to them and assure them "I've never been more full of joy in my life!" she'd exclaim in glee. Yet The Cakes knew Pinkie. This was not the same mare that left them two weeks ago. Their worries continued as they heard her eerie giggle echo from her room, then out of nowhere she would cry. As the days progressed so too did her crying, and her laughter soon ceased altogether. Still she protested her joy was unending. It was then that the two knew Pinkie was not being sincere, and they visited Twilight for help. Twilight tried to answer their concerns, convinced that her depression would end, given time. She held back any mentions of the book and the incident leading from unlocking the ancient tome. Secretly the unicorn was trying to keep herself calm as the Cakes unrelenting concerns fell heavy on Twilight's guilt. It was her fault Pinkie was so sad, she had rudely rejected her best friend. She couldn't imagine the toll she had played on Pinkie's heart...

Twilight perked an alien smile. As she assured the two she knew exactly what would cheer Pinkie Pie. Even if Twilight wasn't wholly sincere in her coming plan, she knew all Pinkie needed was somepony to experience love with. That would fix all of this, Pinkie would get her wish, Twilight would spent more time with her endearingly strange friend and best of all... No one would have to know about that dreaded tome.

The three of them entered Sugarcube corner. Immediately Twilight picked up on Pinkie's crying. A mournful sigh left her lips. She persevered up the stairs, unknowingly light on her hooves.. Pinkie's cries were becoming breathier, lingering in the air with a strange sensual effect on Twilight.With the sunset's final rays shining through the sliver of the partially closed door, she brushed whatever scientific implications her botheredness held and sternly pressed the knob of the door forward.

Pinkie was hunched on her bed, her belly was as bloated as a first prize winning watermelon. Another cry churned out of Pinkie, unaware of Twilight. Twilight slowly entered, the sight of her friend's pouch left her analytical mind wild. The Cakes had told her that Pinkie had began eating more, but this spherical bubble attached to Pinkie was perfect in form, unlike anything an over-indulged stomach would create.

The horror from the tome must of done this to Pinkie, donated some aberration to her body.

"Pinkie?" Her body shuddering, as her voice timidly quaked.

Pinkie slowly turned to Twilight, her lips curled as her smiled stretched sweetly.

"You finally made it... Oh, how I-I knew you would sense it. I have to admit I was a little worried you weren't going to see me." Pinkie droned. "Didn't believe you would visit b-but here you are!" She hurriedly mumbled as tears left her eyes.

Twilight came in closer hugging her sorrowful friend. "Yes. I'm here Pinkie. I'm so sorry for all the pain I caused you. I'm here to make it up to you..." Twilight hastily assured.

"That's so sweet of you Twilight." Pinkie said. Her smile slowly fading as she clenched her eyes shut and flinched in pain. A low cry left Pinkie, she panted softly and took her gaze off Twilight.

Twilight stepped back a bit, wincing at her friend's obvious agony. Then she cooled her nerves with a heavy sigh and chimed. "I think I know what will help Pinkie." She reassured.

Pinkie's eyes were beginning to glaze over as she felt Twilight's warm lips coyly press to hers. Another tear beaded down Pinkie's eye as they closed fully to embrace Twilight's lackluster fervor. Another peck on the lips and Pinkie could sense Twilight was getting comfortable with the idea. The next kiss was hot with passion, the force of the kiss left Pinkie delirious for a few tantalizing seconds. Twilight couldn't fathom any logic to her growing lust. The way Pinkie's lips rubbed hers, the sweetness in her spit. Any other time and she would be readying the charts and clipboards, but now? Twilight needed to know was Pinkie was experiencing some type of affection.

Pinkie gasped quickly, tongue innocently hanging from her mouth as she panted. Twilight soldiered on putting her whole chest onto Pinkie's, devoting Pinkie's full attention to her heart's pleasant beat. Twilight was enjoying her more than even she realized, soon she forgot her purpose for coming upstairs. Was Pinkie lonely? Was she lonely? obviously, the two were lovers from the start, right? Yes. It was always her, with her honeyed moans and coyed playfulness.

A subtle crane of her neck, and Twilight latched her lips back to Pinkie. An exploratory patting with her tongue left Twilight feeling a delicate buzz of her own. As Pinkie playfully wrestled with Twilight's, she coaxed Twilight fully onto the bed, sitting comfortably on her ribs. Twilight was at first a little tentative of the pose, but Pinkie had helped her relax by focusing her mind on how hot their make-out session was becoming. Figurative sparks were firing off all around the two as they battled for pleasure within each other's maws. Neither were keeping any sort of tally, but each seemed keen to upstage the other. Slowly each began to use dirtier tactics to "win".

Twilight picked up on Pinkie's biting kink by accident while she tried to re-adjust her lips within their haphazard lust, That wasn't stopping her now from surprising Pinkie with a teasing nibble from the tip of her teeth as Pinkie paused for air. Pinkie had taken a more deliberate, if not a lewd stance of her own. As Twilight paused her advances, Pinkie wet a hoof and softly stroked it up and down the length of her horn. The phallic nature of a unicorn's horn has been often joked as sensual as any other reproductive organ between the more crude ponies. The exact science hadn't been researched, and while it remained more of a back-hoofed myth than credible information. The sudden dilation of Twilight's pupils had cleared her of any doubt. A dumbfounded grin leaked from Twilight's first heavy moan. Pinkie's brows narrowed as she slathered her other hoof and mercilessly rubbed her spit-coated hooves across Twilight's reddening horn. The ebbs of pleasure that rippled from her horn left Twilight eager for bigger thrills.

With a final cringe Twilight felt Pinkie's love-mound churn and with a loud *Splurt* to the wooden floor, Pinkie's womb was now flat. And since Twilight was using that mound as a back rest she quickly dropped, mane coated in a slippery, cold ooze. She found its scent oddly alluring, yet the thought of being coating in Pinkie juice was a bit too weird for her to accept. Pinkie noticed Twilight begin to snap out of her daze. She closed her eyes and wished as hard as she could that her special some... thing could help Twilight become part of her hazily wished dream. Why did Twilight have to be so cynical about her special something? Lek was a wonder-rific being. It had helped her see what pure joy could make another pony do, and how it made them warm. Made them kind. Made them honest about their feelings. Lek understood her friends better then Twilight seemed to give Lek credit for. Maybe Twilight just needed to witness its generosity again, before innocent 'ol Spike had trapped her Master.

Maybe if Lek allowed her to, she would let Spike understand to... but for now, her bestest friend was on her way to upsetting everything Pinkie and her Lek promised to spread. Pinkie's eyes opened. Twilight gasped, frightened at Pinkie's changing sclera. Blots of mint green washed over the normalcy of her gaze. Her iris darken, pupils constricting to a sharp, menacing diamond. Black liquid flushed through her veins. Dark huffs spat from Pinkie as her teeth stretched to sharp razors, a pair of fangs subtly rested on her under-bite, tips barely poking out from behind her lips. Twilight struggled to free herself, but Pinkie rested her weight to Twilight's hair,and as she knocked back,she latched her fangs onto Twilight's neck with a quick snap. Twilight was in a frantic panic pleading for help and begging for Pinkie to stop and see what she was doing.

Pinkie knew what she was doing. Silly Twilight, to see the harm in another loving kiss! Pinkie buried her fangs deep into Twilight's neck, feeling the rush of blood mix with Master's gift. She was only giving her what Twilight had wanted before. Knowledge. She could hear Master now, congratulating her on understanding what her friend really desired. She wasn't going to mask her own desires from Twilight now, not after Twilight promised to do anything to make it up to her. Slowly she circled a hoof around Twilight's snatch, then tightly encircling Twilight's pleasure button. Master secretly joked before in the library that this was the closest thing to a mare's plaything, but it worked all the same. A delicate touch, special motion, calculated pressure and...

Twilight's cries froze, her body quivered euphorically on Pinkie's bed. That was more like it Pinkie cheerfully thought. A few gulps of Twilight's life water and Pinkie could feel Twilight's pent-up libido pounding on her marehood, harder than a party cannon exploding in a shed filled with TnT. New instincts gripped Pinkie in a wild fervor as she followed her Master's orders. She saddled her pleasure-paralyzed friend, marehood to marehood and gyrated her clit greedily on Twilight's. Twilight winced shortly, biting her lip as she relished the foreign exposure to her inexperienced sex. A harder grind left Twilight cooing in pleasure, then Pinkie arched closer to Twilight the two playfully rolled around the plush bed. each giving a short session of scissoring and tantalizing licks to another's darkening clit. Pinkie felt her body's lust increase steadily as they fondled. Her throat urged for something heavy to quench it. But even after shoving her whole tongue into Twilight and tongue-fucking her silly for her joy juice it craved something drier, something intangible by merely licking or sucking. She craved love... edible love. Master seemed rather quiet, maybe he wanted her to experience this taste on her own?

She puffed up her chest. A tickling spritz of mint engulfed her mouth, the aroma grew overpoweringly hot. Pinkie coughed the mist straight into Twilight's face. For a moment she seized for pure air, then she calmed down and quickly slumped on the bed. Her cheeks reddened hotly as she was seemingly lost in a daze.

Pinkie smiled. Twilight was so strange. Sleeping at a time like this, Pinkie gave a teasing suckling to her clit. Twilight's legs twitched erratically, beckoning Pinkie to play with her more. As she happily played with Twilight's mare hole, she had a nagging feeling probing Pinkie's delight. Pinkie left Twilight alone for a moment and peered below her wet bed sheets. Pinkie cooed lovingly and she scooped up two healthy little foals. Why they weren't crying didn't seem to bother Pinkie. Just the fact that Master wanted Twilight to hold onto them until they where a few more days older. Lek was very reassuring that Twilight would be perfect for the foals, she was already warmed up and she was just wet with anticipation of learning pure joy. Pinkie didn't think it was right to question the wisdom of something as grand as Master. But she couldn't help feeling a little jealous that Master wasn't very appreciative for all the pain she went through to birth his gifts in the first place.

That didn't make Lek mad, he only told Pinkie she was the vessel of pure joy, and nopony could change that now. It was part of her DNA, her new destiny. Twilight's destiny was something much different, she was like the lightning to Pinkie's thunder, the sweet frosting to Pinkie's moist cupcake. With Twilight's help Pinkie's dream could spread so much easier, and with much less pain. Like when she painstaking created her children from the magical little tid-bits that her Master had provided. To truly hasten her mission, she would need Twilight to believe in their goal, and free her Lek.

Pinkie's eyes regained their glisten. "I think you're ready to see Pride and Joy." Pinkie darkly chuckled. She extended her hoof and placed one of the foals to Twilight. Twilight's eyes grew widely, shaking as the foal innocently rolled on Twilight. Tears began streaming from Twilight.

"Look at her! So ecstatic to join us!" Her Master whispered. "Don't keep her loyalty waiting Pinkie-dear, help the foals back into her womb."

Pinkie sweetly smiled, naively placing the other foal into Twilight's leaking slit. She pressed Twilight's labia's apart with her hoof, coaxing the little fella in. Just like Master wanted.

A muffled cry came from Twilight. As the foal slow crawled its way to its new queen.

"I made a Pinkie promise, and I never break one." Pinkie whispered.

"Hushhhhhh....." Lek hissed to Twilight. Twilight tried to scream as loud as she could. Heart racing,Twilight did her best to calm her nerves.

"That darn tome." Twilight bitterly spat. "Now it's giving me nightmares... Strangely lewd ones at that." She quipped. A heavy sigh escaped her muffled pants. She curiously glanced down at her blanket only to yelp in terror. Spike shot up from his bed, panicking along with her despite not knowing the reason, but after glancing over Twilight he sprang into action. A pony-sized grub was wrapped tightly around Twilight. She could feel it sink far past her labia and reaching into her womb. Its sharp pincers were scraping her walls unable to fully attach to its host. Spike reared his chest full of fire, showering the grub mercilessly in green flame. The larva squealed in pain, flailing wildly in Twilight. The phallic nature of the creature was enough to give Twilight a disgusting lapse of pleasure until the pincers suddenly snapped tightly to her walls. A deafening plea erupted from Twilight as she felt the creature molt and push itself into Twilight. Another blowtorch of Spike's fire had sapped the creature of much of its resistance. The grub became limp, and Spike slid it off of her like a thick rope, and tossed it to the lower floor.

Spike and Twilight shared a victorious smile as they panted. As the two recollected themselves Spike harped first.

"How did that... thing get in here?"

"I think... I made it."Twilight sadly replied. Spike stared back at her dumbfounded. " Not on purpose! It's that ancient creature in the book, I think it's linked to my magic. "

"How are we supposed to fight that" Spike asked worriedly, nibbling at his claws.

"I have..." She started to mournfully call her defeat, but then Twilight's brows narrowed and she grimaced. " I have an idea, We're going to have to cast a magic bubble on the library." Spike sheepishly smiled. "That means nobody in or out." She added. Spike's smile soured quickly, as he curled up on his bed and forced himself back to sleep.

Twilight yawn disparagingly as she readied her magic and slowly inflated the magic bubble. Her steely gaze stuck to the passive-looking tome.