The Day the Pink Turned

by Ink Ribbon - Vraddock

Rating: mature
Tags: Pinkie Pie, Sex, Dark, Twilight Sparkle, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Spike, Comedy, Other
Length: 5343

Twilight's been practicing magic sleep-deprived again, and Pinkie comes by to bring her lunch. But when she offers to be a test subject, Twilight's spell goes awry... (Vore, unwilling, digestion, scat)

Twilight's been practicing magic sleep-deprived again, and Pinkie comes by to bring her lunch. But when she offers to be a test subject, Twilight's spell goes awry... (Vore, unwilling, digestion, scat)

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Published 2017-05-03 02:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-03 02:10:01 UTC

Chapter 1

“C’mon Spike, just hold still! I need this, and you can have all the gems you want after!”

Pinkie Pie’s hoof stopped an inch from knocking on the library’s door, and she blinked. She’d originally pronked over to Twilight’s Treebrary because nopony had seen her for about a week, and she wanted to make sure she was okay with some ‘You haven’t left your house in a week and you’re probably malnourished so eat these’ cupcakes! But now she wasn’t so sure she wanted to go inside.

“I don’t like this, Twilight! You haven’t even cleaned your horn, and I’m still sore from yesterday!”

Pinkie Pie blinked again. Was Twilight…? But she thought Twilight was a mare, she was pretty sure, so how…? Maybe she got a little something extra from her ascension? Unless Spike meant her actual horn, in which case, ew, but... She pressed her ear up against the door, plate of cupcakes still held expertly in one hoof.

“Just close your eyes and It’ll be over before you know it!”

There was a suspiciously baby-dragon-like yelp from behind the door, and Pinkie decided enough was enough. Slamming open the door, she held the plate of cupcakes triumphantly up above her head and shouted, “Twilight! Get your horn out of Spike’s butt, that’s horrible! He’s only a baby dragon, and you’re going to… get… poop.” She trailed off, staring at Spike and Twilight.

Twilight had bags under her eyes and at least a dozen books floating around her, several empty coffee mugs on the table nearby to her spellcasting reagents. Spike was standing next to, but very definitely outside, of a chalk rune drawn into the floor, which Pinkie probably couldn’t identify even if she knew half a fig about magic. There was a definite lack of penetration, horn or otherwise, and both of them were staring at Pinkie, incredibly confused, and with a hint of disgust creeping up the side of Twilight’s mouth.

Sheepishly, Pinkie held the plate of cupcakes in front of her. “Um. I brought you cupcakes?”

* * *

“Okay, in hindsight, maybe I was getting a bit focused on my work, and I can maybe kind of see how what we were saying might have been misconstrued.” Twilight admitted, between bites of cupcake. “Hope Spike feels better, that was a lot of gems I gave him.”

Pinkie was sitting across from her, and her mouth opened impossibly wide as she tossed a cupcake in. She’d meant for all of them to go to Twilight, but it’d be rude to not eat one with her. And it was just the one. And maybe a couple others. “I think he’ll be fine. Though he might get a little sick from eating all those later, I know how that feels, hehe.” She paused, and looked around the library again. “What was that about cleaning your horn, by the way? I didn’t know Unicorns had to do that. Or Alicorns.”

Twilight giggled. “We don’t, usually. But yesterday, we were working on my project, and, well… Basically I’m playing around with transformation magic again.”

Pinkie’s eyes lit up. “Oooh! Like that time you turned us all into Breezies!”

Twilight nodded. “Pretty much. The basic concept is the same, and there’s guidelines of magic to follow for each species, but it’s woefully understudied. It’s pretty understandable, not a lot of spellcasters would want to risk their own bodies on a spell that probably wasn’t going to work…”

“But you didn’t mind testing it on Spike.” Pinkie said, raising an eyebrow.

“That’s what the spell matrix on the floor was for! In case something went wrong I could just trigger that and it would revert any changes I’d done to him. We’ve already done it a couple times, though I had to up the power a bit, since he’s so naturally… well, everything-resistant, including magic.” Pinkie was still staring at her, unswayed. “Okay, fine, maybe I’m a little sleep-deprived and could’ve come up with a better solution. It made sense at the time.”

Twilight finished her cupcake, and set her head on the table. “Ponyfeathers. Now I’m going to have to put out an ad for a test subject, and that always takes a huge chunk out of my royal stipend, and I’ll need to stop my work and I might lose where I was and I’m still not sure what happened exactly to my last hire…”

Pinkie couldn’t stand to see her best friend Twilight down (although, if asked, she’d say that everypony was her best friend, but Twilight was her best-bestest friend, but so was Dashie and Fluttershy and Applejack and Rarity and the Cakes and…) so she bounced around the table and wrapped her best purple librarian friend up in a big plump hug. “Awww, Twily! No worries! I can tell you wanna work on this as hard as possible! I’ll help you!”

Twilight’s eyes lit up. “Really? Oh, that would help a lot, actually. Still, I should pay you for the time, and the cupcakes, but we can settle that after, let’s get to work!” She stood up and trotted back to the circle, flipping back through the books. “Right, well, let’s see… Just stand in that circle, and I’ll get spellcrafting.”

Pinkie nodded, and pronked over to the center of the circle coming down and landing with a final springy thump. “So, whatcha gonna try and turn me into anyways? Breezy again? Or a Diamond Dog? Hehe, I bet I’d make a cute Marble Poodle! Or gonna make me into an alicorn like you? Oooh! That’d be fun!”

Twilight giggled, blinking away some bleariness in her tired eyes. She really needed to get some sleep, she’d been up for the last… actually, she’d kind of lost count… “Gryphon, actually! Rainbow wanted to try being one after the Breezies thing, except nopony’s quite nailed down the precise thaumaturgical matrices, and I think there’s a physical component I’m missing but can probably cover with enough energy laid into the right rune…”

Pinkie cracked up at that. Rainbow Dash as a Gryphon! Would her feathers be all rainbow-ey?

Twilight blinked at a rune in one of her books. Funny, wasn’t that one supposed to be the other way around? Although maybe that’s what she’d been missing… Her horn lit, purple sparks fizzling off the end as she drew from her near-endless reserves of magical power, forming them into runes that took shape, burning holes in reality in a circle around her horn, each one forming after the last and sliding into the spell matrix, locking into place as she prepared it. The last rune fell into place with an odd sort of grinding sensation, as if it didn’t quite fit, but Twilight poured more magic into it to compensate, and pulled some of the reagents off the table to mix with the swirling energy, giving it form and feeding it as she continued to build power.

“Ready?” She asked, closing her eyes and visualizing a pink gryphon standing in front of her.

“Ready!” Pinkie said, wiggling eagerly, though she tried to hold herself still. Twily always hated it when ponies she was magic-ising moved midway through.

All the power Twilight had built up released in a flash of pinkish-purple lightning that arced across the room, hit Pinkie, had no visible effect, and then dissipated with a thrum that made every window in the library rattle in it’s frame, extinguished every light, and instantly knocked both of them unconscious. They dropped like a pair of stones, not even realising what had happened.

* * *

There was a gentle knock on the door, and a pink ear twitched. Three gentle raps. After a moment, a young mare’s voice spoke through the wood. “Uhm, hello? I know it’s a public library, but uhm, it seems rude to just go in… Is it alright? Also, I’m not sure what the business hours are, you never put up a sign…”

After a few more knocks, the mare sounded kind of annoyed. “Hello? Look, I’m just going to come in, so, uh… It is a public library, right?”

After a loud sigh, the doorknob opened. A yellow mare poked her head in, looking around the darkened library. “Hello? You’re not closed, right?” Still without getting a response, she walked inside, lighting up the room faintly with sunlight from outside. It caught a pink shape lying limply on the floor in the middle of a smudged chalk circle, and Junebug blinked, before her eyes widened. “Hello? Are you okay?”

She clicked the lights on, re-illuminating the room, and shut the door as she galloped over to where Pinkie was lying on her side. Whatever had happened, it looked like Ponyville’s Party Planner had just crumpled, fully out of it. Junebug gently pulled open one of Pinkie’s eyelids, because that’s what ponies always did in the movies. They seemed unusually wide, but that was pretty much all that was off about them, and Junebug gently started trying to nudge Pinkie awake. “Pinkie? Wake up, Pinkie, please? You’re still breathing, so I think you’re okay…”

Junebug looked around the room as she wiggled the other earth pony. A few feet away, the town’s resident princess, Twilight, was also lying on the floor facedown. It looked like she’d just dropped, and the end of her horn was a little singed. Magical burnout? But she didn’t think that was possible for alicorns…

“Mmmmpurgle…” Pinkie groaned from underneath Junebug, and she gasped in relief as the pink pony seemed to be coming around. “Pinkie! What happened, are you okay? Is Twilight okay? I just came in and you were both lying here on the floor-”

“Oh!” Pinkie exclaimed, grinning as she laid on her back on the floor, if she hadn’t just been knocked unconscious out of nowhere. “Junebug! Just the mare I wanted to see! I was gonna go get some sunflower seeds after I was finished checking up on Twilight because she hadn’t left the Treebrary in like, an entire week! And I got up to the door and it sounded like she was going to fuck Spike in the butt with her horn, and you know, I wanted in on that, but Spike’s a baby dragon so he’s probably not ready for that kind of stuff or stuff that big in his butt so I kicked open the door and shouted ‘Twilight! Get your horn out of Spike’s bu-glomph!”

Junebug had crammed her hoof into Pinkie’s mouth to shut her up, briefly. With any other pony she probably wouldn’t have, but Pinkie never minded that, so… “Listen, Pinkie, are you okay? Twilight’s unconscious and I’m not sure how to wake her up, and she looks really tired, but also her horn’s all burnt so… Why are you sucking on my hoof?”

Pinkie held Junebug’s hoof with her own, but pulled it out just enough to talk. “Junebug… you taste good… Like, really, super-duper good, like I-wanna-put-you-on-a-cake-and-swallow-the-cake-whole good…” She pulled Junebug’s hoof back into her mouth, but this time, instead of just sucking on it, she started pulling Junebug’s hoof down her throat in big gulps. The other mare was somehow not quite as happy about this.

“Ahh! Pinkie! What are you doing, stop that!” She kept trying to pull back, but Pinkie seemed reluctant, or maybe unable to let Junebug’s hoof slide back out of her mouth, and she just kept pulling the other mare in deeper and deeper, up to her elbow, then up to her shoulder as Junebug kept struggling fruitlessly.

“Mm-mm!” Pinkie moaned, yanking the other mare down to her knees as her shoulder disappeared into the pink pony’s throat, which had started to bulge like a snake’s throat while Junebug’s foreleg shook and wiggled inside, trying to escape. Time seemed to slow as Pinkie opened her mouth impossibly wide like she normally did, but this time, it closed around Junebug’s head, and she let out a scream that was suddenly turned into a muffled squeal as the pink lips closed around her shoulders and forced her other foreleg against her side. Pinkie used her own forelegs to start pulling Junebug deeper inside, as across the room, the scream made Twilight stir.

“Uhh… whazza… Sorry, Princess, I must’ve fallen asleep in class again, I was up late studying, I’ll gladly stay late to make up for it..” She groaned, flopping her hooves around limply to try and figure out where she was and why she had such a mean headache. Her own ears pricked up a loud gulping noise, and she eventually figured out she was lying facedown on her own wooden floor. Limply flailing her hooves underneath her, she pushed herself up, and wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking at for a few seconds.

Inside Pinkie’s maw, Junebug was starting to get terrified. Surely Pinkie couldn’t actually swallow her whole, right? But this was Pinkie, and her face felt like it was getting squeezed on all sides by a warm, wet, slick and above all, tight throat. She tried to pull herself out again, wiggle her fores and kick her hinds, but nothing seemed to have any effect, and she just kept getting pushed further and further down that dark, terrifying tube of flesh towards… Oh Celestia, she hoped Pinkie coughed her back up before she reached the stomach! Suddenly somepony grabbed her hinds, and she kicked frantically, trying to keep Pinkie from pushing her down further. “No! You’re not gonna have me, Pinkie, I’ll give you indigestion, I swear to Celestia and Luna and fuck it, Discord too, let me out!”

“Ow ow ow! Quit kicking me, Junebug, I’m trying to pull you out!” Twilight squealed as an errant hoof kicked her right in the jaw. On the plus side, Pinkie wasn’t trying to swallow Applejack, that mare could have taken her head off with a kick like that… Still, even if she could have gotten up the strength and Junebug wasn’t fighting her too by accident, it seemed like she just didn’t have the strength to pull her out. Something had taken ahold of Junebug, and Twilight could hardly believe that something was Pinkie’s throat. Maybe if her horn would work instead of just aching she could have done something, but-

Pinkie suddenly gulped again, and Junebug let out another muffled squeal as she slid down to her cutie marks in Pinkie’s throat. The pink pony’s tongue dove into her pussy, spreading it suddenly as she gasped, cold air rushing inside around Pinkie’s warm tongue. She kept sliding deeper and deeper, hips disappearing inside Pinkie’s craw as she was pushed up against what felt like a solid wall of flesh, only for it to suddenly open and Junebug to let out another squeal when she saw the inside of Pinkie’s stomach. “Nnngh! Pinkie! That feels really, really good, and if you let me out then we can do that, but you have to let me out, please, Pinkie, lemmeout lemmeout lemmeout!”

Pinkie didn’t even hear her. She was in absolute heaven, tasting every inch of Junebug as she slid down her throat, delved into her slickening folds, and wrapped her lips around the flower farmer’s shapely hips. She tasted like honey, but the purest, sweetest, most filling honey she’d ever had. She’d be great with some pecan pie, or maybe some pumpkin pie, or maybe custard, or some roast peaches, oooh, she’d bake up really nicely with those, or maybe… ooooh!

With one last gulp, she sent Junebug’s hinds down her throat, sliding down to join the rest of her in her belly, and smacked her lips, spotting her best friend Twily. She had to tell her! “Twily! I’ve got it! Apple Cinnamon Honey Cake!”

Twilight was disgusted, terrified, and most of all, confused. “Apple cinnamon- What? Pinkie, you just ate a pony! Why? What in Tartarus are you talking about?”

Pinkie giggled as her belly growled, Junebug squirming around inside a making it rock from side to side in addition to her giggling. She was going to have so much fun in there! “Her flavour, silly! Junebug would go great on top of Apple Cinnamon Honey Cake! Although I wonder if I still need to include as much honey with her in it, maybe half as much, I’ll need to experiment with this, and-”

Twilight’s eye twitched. “But… But… You just ate Junebug, you can’t… how… you just ATE Junebug!”

Pinkie just giggled more. “I know, you silly billy! And she was delicious!” Still giggling, she hiccuped, and a wet clump of orange mane flew out, landing with a quiet ‘splat’ on the floor between them.

As it turned out, Twilight had just enough magic for one more spell, and it hit Pinkie as hard as the Ponyville Express before she’d even stopped giggling.

* * *

Pinkie woke up a few minutes later, blinking at a bright grid that seemed to surround her. “Jeeez, I have gotta stop spending so much time unconscious, that is just super bad for you…” The bright grid hurt her eyes, so she closed them, then let out a burp that also brought a few tufts of fur with it, while her belly gurgled. “Awww, I missed almost all the fun parts!”

“Ah! You’re awake, good.” Blinking again, Pinkie looked at Twilight, who was on the other side of the glowing grid. Now that she was fully awake, it looked like a kind of circular magical cage, with pretty big gaps between the bars. Pinkie rolled onto her hooves slowly, as she still felt kinda loogey from such a huge meal. It’d already digested most of the way, but it was the best meal she’d ever had in her life, and she wanted to tell Twilight that!

She poked her head through the bars of the magical cage and rested her hooves on the bar below while her huge belly hung below, gently swinging from side to side with all her new delicious pudge and what was left of Junebug ‘glorping’ inside. “Whatcha up to, Sparklebutt?”

“I,” Twilight growled, mixing a couple potions by hoof in her lab while pointedly ignoring the glowing magical cage with the cannibal inside in the corner, “Am mixing two potions. One that will refresh my magic from the burnout I caused somehow from that spell—still not sure what went wrong there, sorry Pinkie—and then the other one’s a simple emetic that will make you throw up Junebug. I can wipe her mind with my magic, and everything will be okay again. I can cure you of whatever I’ve done, Junebug will forget all about being swallowed by you, and nopony ever has to know what happened today.”

Pinkie chewed her lips, and gave her especially-wiggly butt a shake. “Well, Junebug’s gonna be ready to leave soon in one way, but I’m not sure she’ll be so keen on leaving the other-”

Instantly, twilight whirled around, glaring right into Pinkie’s blue eyes with her own bloodshot, twitching, slightly crazed violet eyes. “Nopony. Can. Ever. Know.” Then she blinked. “...How’d you stick your head through the cage?”

Pinkie shrugged. “I dunno, I just kinda did. These are some pretty big gaps.” She followed that up with a loud whimpering fart that made her rump jiggle all on it’s own. “Say, Teach, can I leave the classroom? I kinda gotta go number two…”

Twilight blinked again, then her eyes widened at the implication. “No. No! You can’t have… A pony’s digestion takes, on average, eight hours, it hasn’t even been eight minutes, there’s no way Junebug could’ve already been-” She was interrupted by another loud fart from Pinkie, this one kind of wet, and the earth pony started looking frantic, crossing her hinds.

“Seriously, Twilight, I gotta use your bathroom or else I’m gonna make a huge mess all over your lab’s floor, this one feels wet…” She squeaked as a fart that was just as squeaky escaped, and she started to grit her teeth.

Twilight was panicking, galloping all over her lab as she hurriedly finished brewing the mana potion. “Nonononono, you can’t have- Junebug is still okay, I can still bring her back, but not if you shit her out all over my lab’s hazard containment runes-”

“Twily, kind of a pressing issue if you get my drift,” Pinkie groaned out, grinning at the joke even as she clenched her teeth. “Can I just go? I can fit right through your bars, but you put a lot of work into these runes and I don’t wanna hurt your feelings and oh crap literally.” She clenched one last time, and this time the fart was definitely more than just air, a small splatter of liquid scat escaping along with a solid lump pushing it’s way out all on it’s own, spreading her cheeks. She tried to hold it in, pull it back inside, but it was a losing battle, and soon, Pinkie was at the mercy of her own digestive system.

Junebug would not be it’s only victim today, as Pinkie squealed pleasurably, shit sliding out of her puckered ponut and coiling up right in the middle of the glowing runes, which flickered and went out. The bars she was leaning through and resting her hooves on disappeared with a ‘snap’ and Pinkie caught herself, face pressed against the floor as she held her ass high. A mudslide of brown earth pony horseapples rolled out onto the coiled pile, part solid and part sludge, as her equine digestive system had badly processed Junebug and a lot of her had just been literally wasted, turned into sloppy scat.

The clumps were speckled with yellow fur and orange mane, and the more solid clumps came apart when they splattered onto the pile, revealing bleached white bones that had been re-dyed brown. Liquid shit flowed over it, spreading across the floor into the lines of the runes, filling the little trenches carved into the stone of the lab. Another fart propelled a horseapple against the wall behind Pinkie, hitting with a splat and bouncing off, but leaving a brown trail down the wall. Then there was another cascade of shit as a particularly sloppy pile of horseapples joined the rest, turning the already-clumpy pile into wet mush.

After about a minute, Pinkie’s bowels seemed to have emptied, except for one last clump, which even she had to strain to push out. It was easily the largest horseapple in the pile, and it started to distend her plump butthole as it protuded, showing more bleached white bone. It wasn’t until it started to crown that Pinkie realized that it was Junebug’s skull, having somehow made it through her guts undamaged, aside from missing it’s lower jaw. Even all her teeth were still in place, and if they weren’t covered in shit, they would’ve been sparkly clean. Junebug had clearly visited Minuette often.

Finally, Pinkie let out one last pleasured groan, and the skull popped out, landing with a wet ‘slap’ on top the pile with another spray of processed pony landing on top, splattering the skull brown as Junebug’s brain, now turned into more shit inside her skull, started to empty out through the sockets and nose, joining the rest of the pile around her. That was about all that Twilight could take, mouth hanging open in shock and horror as the last piece of evidence convinced her, yes, Pinkie really had eaten and digested a pony, yes, Junebug was dead, yes, she had a huge mess to clean up and dispose of now.

She’d almost gotten that into her head when Pinkie gently poked her side. “So, um, Twily, can I use your bathroom now? I think I need to use your shower too.” Twilight screamed, jumping back and grabbing the freshly-brewed mana potion off her chemistry set. Pinkie jumped too. “Ahhh! What are we screaming about? Is it your runes? I’m really sorry about that, I did tell you I kinda needed a toilet, though I guess I didn’t really say ‘toilet,’ maybe I needed to be more specific? Would that have helped?”

Twilight was already chugging the potion and rubbing at the soot staining her horn as Pinkie talked. Her magic started to come back, and as quick as she could, she loosed a blast of magical energy that slammed into the Pink pony’s chest and… did absolutely nothing.

“Oooh!” Pinkie giggled. “That tickled!”

Well, not quite nothing. Apparently it tickled.

Twilight started to back up, terrified, now forced to see her friend(?) in a new light, a magically-resistant, cannibalistic, impossibly fast-digesting light. “Pinkie! I don’t know if you can understand me, but listen! You just killed a pony! With your stomach! You ate them and digested them while they screamed and then shit them out, bones and all! Don’t you understand that? How awful that is, what I’ve done to you, what Celestia’s going to do to me when she finds out?”

“Of course I can understand you, silly! You’re still speaking Equuish and everything!” Pinkie giggled and poked herself in her bouncy belly, now a little smaller since she’d emptied her bowels. “Besides, I don’t know what you’re talking about! Junebug’s perfectly fine like this, she’s all happy and bouncy because I’m all happy and bouncy, and we’re gonna have all the fun in the world together!” She sniffed the air. “Although maybe after a shower. Ooh! Is it okay if I clop in your shower? That was really hot, pooping out everything my body didn’t need from Junebug’s.”

Twilight’s eyes were wide, still staring at Pinkie and how non-plussed she seemed to be about the whole situation, but they darted towards the pile of ex-Junebug in the corner, and she suddenly couldn’t think about anything else except one thought; What if Pinkie suddenly got curious what she tasted like, too? Twilight’s magic stores topped out, and her horn lit with more magic. This time, she wouldn’t waste it on brute strength attacks against Pinkie, and she’d already proven herself capable of escaping one magical prison. Plus that knockout spell from earlier should have kept her out for a couple hours, but it barely lasted five minutes…

Twilight needed to leave. Now. And she needed to know how to cure Pinkie before she did anything else. Reaching out with her magic, she grabbed onto the fabric of reality around her, charged up a warp spell with raw magic, and twisted. Reality bled together like paint on an oil painting, colours shifting and warping and blending together, before it all snapped back into focus in the Canterlot magic archives.
Back in Twilight’s basement, Pinkie was left blinking as Twilight seemed to go two-dimensional, then disappeared into a single point of light, before finally popping out of existence. “...Huh. Guess she had somewhere to be?”

Behind her the door opened, and Spike started to do his cute hopping gait down the creaky wooden stairs. “Jeez, it’s been nothing but noises since I went upstairs to eat… First that loud bang, then all that screaming, it’s like you don’t want me to get a nap in for Luna’s sake…” He paused, looking around the laboratory, looking at Pinkie, then staring at the huge pile of horseapples that was starting to attract flies in the corner. “Uhhhh. Well that’s gross.” He squinted to get a better look, refusing to get any closer. “Is… is that a pony skull? I’ve seen those in anatomy textbooks, but why…?”

Pinkie pronked across the room, ending up next to Spike and giving him a cheerful nuzzle. “Heya Spike! And yup! That’s Junebug’s skull, she didn’t need it any more.”

“Junebug’s-” he blinked, looking at the pile again. “How do you not need your skull, exactly?”

Pinkie grinned happily. “Well, I’ve already got a skull, silly, silly! And she’s in here now, all happy as fat on my belly!” She poked her plush tummy and wiggled her new, squishy, but still scat-stained asscheeks.

Spike just stared at her. “I. Uh. Huh.” He blinked one set of eyelids, than the other set. “Wow. I have absolutely no response to this. Apparently I’m still dreaming. This is a weird one.”

Pinkie giggled. “It’s like Twi always tells you, Spike, don’t eat so many gems before bed! They make your cute little belly go all gurgly and give you weird dreams where you’re being eaten at festivals full of dragons and staring at paint and eating giant delicious marshmallows…” She trailed off, staring at Spike, who was staring back at her. “Saaaaaay… Wonder how baby dragons taste…”

Spike’s eyes went wide. Dream or no dream… “Uhhhh, say, I just remembered I left my comic books in, uh, the freezer- auuugh! No!”

* * *

“Ohhh, was gonna sing a song, here in the shower...” Pinkie sang happily in the shower, scrubbing between her buttcheeks with Twilight’s sponge. Twilight had a really, really good shower! It was one of those ones where it had a dozen knobs, and you could take the showerhead off and point it wherever you wanted, which was probably great with magic. She played with the knobs, singing while toying with all the settings (she’d remembered what they were set to before though, she’d set it back the way she found it when she was done.)

“But I can't do it here 'cause of FimFiction's ruuuuuules...” She wiggled her belly back and forth as well, listening to the gurgles and muffled screaming from inside. Silly Spike! As it turned out, he tasted like rock candy! But he didn’t do the popping thing, sadly. He just tasted like it.

“Song was gonna be 'Happy,' by Pharralrglbabrbbbleble ” Okay maybe drinking while singing wasn’t the best idea, but Spike was taking an awful long time to digest and he didn’t sound happy. He was seriously bringing the song down. Her belly started to fill and expand quickly from all the water she was drinking, and she turned it back on her plump plot as she picked up where she left off.

“You wanna read that, you gotta go to Aryion.commmmm...” Spike had stopped all that screaming and was mostly wiggling around, which was much much better! Pinkie had already washed all the poop off by now, but the stream of water against her crotch felt fantastic, and she started rubbing her hind legs together as the squirming from inside her belly was getting her off. She wanted to clop using her hoof, but that would mean putting down the wonderful-feeling stream of water, so she continued to sing while Spike’s spasms started to slow.

“Look up Vraddock, he's the one who wrote all this!” Spike finally let out one last spasm, and drowned properly in her watered-down stomach acids. Which, unfortunately, meant Pinkie didn’t have that to get her off any more and it was probably time to end the shower. She turned off the water and toweled herself off, still singing as her belly gurgled. Spike was tough! He might even take twice as long as Junebug to digest, especially with all that water in there too, but she bet when he did, he couldn’t be any happier!

When she was done, she cleaned up and trotted outside, shutting the door to Twilight’s library behind her, still humming her song as her belly shrunk and she looked out over Ponyville. Her humming only paused for a second to let out a burp, coughing out a small purple scale. “Awwww, a little keepsake! I won’t need it to remember you Spike, not with you joining me, but I’ll keep it all the same, you little charmer!”

Stuffing it in her tail (where she kept all her keepsakes,) Pinkie looked around Ponyville, watching as ponies trotted through streets, in and out of shops and houses, and started to wonder… What did they all taste like?

Author's Note

Okay, I had a lot of fun typing that alternate song, not even gonna lie. But it is totally true!