Look Out! Look Out! Pink Ponies on Parade!

The sun had gone down not too long ago, and a gentle breeze lingered in the air. It was peaceful, and Applejack felt nice and calm as she walked outside to stare at the stars. She looked up into the dark sky, humming at the shiny specs, before strolling around on the grass. Her eyes still stuck on the sky above her meant she wasn’t exactly paying attention to where she was walking, and she softly bumped into a container on the ground.

“Huh?” She blurted, curious as to where it came from. It was pink and full of liquid, and Applejack had the strangest urge to just taste it. She bent over, ducking down to lap at the liquid, wincing when the bitter taste hit her mouth. She sipped for a few moments as a happy tune filled the air that made Applejack want to dance to the catchy beat. When her belly felt full she stood back up, feeling a bubble rising in her throat. A soft hiccup and a bubble left her mouth, and Applejack giggled, the strange liquid having an impact on her state. She felt a little woozy and off her feet, but she couldn’t deny the slight giddiness that was arising. Another gentle hiccup and bubble left her mouth, then another, and then one more, and Applejack was convinced she would be hiccuping and making bubbles all night.

The small bubbles all floated in the air gracefully before popping with gentle noises, and it just made Applejack want to get up and make even more. She took in some air, preparing herself, before pushing her mouth into a little ‘O’ shape. She took all that air in as violins played in the background, a whole bunch of them producing wild, ascending sounds. A long bubble escaped her mouth, thin in width, while flutes and clarinets played not too far off in the distance. They began low before they increased in pitch, getting higher and higher. The bubble expanded in the air, becoming round and looking much more like a normal bubble. This bubble popped in the air as well, but that just made Applejack that much more determined. She was going to keep on blowing bubbles.

Applejack took in another long breath, those same violins repeating that same pattern. The group of instruments started off low but soared as Applejack pushed all the air out with closed eyes, only to open them to come face to face with a… Square bubble? As she pushed all the air out she noted how the flutes and clarinets carried on with their own tune, beginning with a low rumble that ended in a high pitched, ever ascending tone. She didn’t have much time to stare at the bubble, though, because it soon popped with a gentle sound.

With determination inside of her, Applejack planned on blowing the biggest bubble anyone had ever seen. She prepared herself, hyping herself up, telling herself she could do it. “You can do it,” she chanted over and over again. Bassoons filled the air as Applejack sat herself down on the ground, all heavy and deep. They produced what sounded like a marching tune.

Applejack shifted on her spot on the ground, trying to find the right position. A few moments passed before she finally felt ready and comfortable, and she knew it was now or never to blow this giant bubble. She took in a long, deep breath, eyes shut and face going all red. The violins didn’t hesitate to join in and the group of instruments climbed higher and higher with each second that passed. Applejack could almost hear a whistling in her ears from the large breath she just took. With her lips pushed all out in the proper shape, Applejack told herself she could do it one last time before she pushed all of the air out. Another group of violins joined in with Applejack’s bubble creation, this group instead beginning with a low, almost humming sound, before the instruments increased with each second Applejack continued to hold her breath.

The violins were playing at an almost frightening level, as if they had hit their peak. They had reached the end and couldn’t get any higher, and Applejack was thankful. The terrifying tune was interrupted by a group of recorders chiming in, playing a gentle and cheerful song, the total opposite to all the other instruments. The recorders carried on as Applejack was finally satisfied with the amount of breath she had captured and let the bubble leave her small lips.

The gigantic bubble floated up into the air, trembling slightly, the bubble covered in a slight glow. Applejack stared up at her creation proudly. This was all her work and she was rather satisfied for creating such a big bubble, especially since she was so small. Applejack smiled, but it soon dropped when the happy playing of recorders was replaced with a group of bassoons, flutes, and oboes. The combined instruments quiver with their tune, and Applejack couldn’t help but feel like something terrifying was right around the corner.

Everything around her suddenly disappeared, and the pretty green grass and nearby houses totally vanished. She gasped when everything was instead replaced with complete and total darkness, and she spun on the spot, trying to find some form of light. With no such brightness in the area, Applejack turned back to the giant bubble, gasping when she saw it bulge. It stretched and contorted in the air until it suddenly turned into… Flutterbat?!

“What the?” Applejack gasped at the sight. “What’s going on here?”

It looked almost exactly like Flutterbat, except it was a bright pink colour, just like the bubble, and instead of wide, bright eyes, it had black eye sockets that were completely empty. Applejack shuddered at the terrifying sight.

Double bassoons and bassoons filled the air suddenly, making Applejack jump. They played a marching song, and the pink version of Flutterbat suddenly jumped into the air swiftly on its hind legs, staring back at Applejack. Flutterbat looked at Applejack with heavy, dark eyelashes, batting them in an almost calculating manner. Flutterbat jumped into the air just as the combination of bassoons let out a deep note, and it was almost like they were working together to terrify Applejack. The panicked pony looked up at the pink Flutterbat, sending the clone a shy, unsure smile, but that smile slowly faded and was replaced with a look of worry.

It was at that point that the scene in front of her finally sunk in and Applejack felt her whole body shiver. As she looked the bubble clone up and down, analyzing it, trying to figure out how it even managed to exist, Applejack could hear the violins growing higher in the background. She also heard the bassoons not too far off, with their marching theme growing deep, creating lengthy notes. It made Applejack tremble and she still felt like something terrifying was coming her way. The flutes and clarinets continued to create a vibrating noise, an almost trembling sound escaping them.

Applejack looked on at the bright pink Flutterbat, gulping when she saw it take in a long, deep breath, just like Applejack did earlier. The bubble lasted a split second before it expanded wildly in the air, stretching to create… Another Flutterbat clone? Now there were two clones Applejack had to worry about?

Applejack wanted to scream when she saw the new clone also take in a long, deep breath, repeating the actions of the other Flutterbat. This new Flutterbat also let a bubble escape their mouth, and Applejack watched on in horror as it expanded to create yet another Flutterbat clone. The third one fidgeted a little, getting comfortable, before it too took in a deep, long breath, pushing a bubble past its lips and creating the final Flutterbat clone.

The shaky strings in the far off distance seemed to suddenly reach their peak, but all Applejack could do was stare at the four pink clones. She felt her heart beat faster as they four clones shifted, standing together in a line, bright smiles on all their faces. Applejack couldn’t tell if those smiles were truly happy ones or if those smiles held something much more sinister. Their bubble bodies pressed up against each other, and the bassoons in the background let out one final long, deep note, and the pattern that played just cemented the fact that something wicked was coming. Applejack could feel it in the music and deep inside.

As if they planned it, all four clones each took in one long, deep breath, stretching their noses out to create their own trumpets. Applejack gasped at their strange movements, wondering how they could morph their bodies to do such a thing. She had never seen anything like it, and she crossed her eyes, taking a quick glance at her own nose. Their hooves stayed planted on their trumpets, keeping in place as they blasted a tune into Applejack’s face. The song was scary, and it made Applejack shake on the spot. Their smiles faded and what light there was in their eyes had vanished. They replaced their previous expressions with narrowed eyes as they blew into their makeshift trumpets, carrying on for a few more moments. Eventually their trumpets began to shift and change, the four of their trumpets merging together to create one gigantic one. The trumpet bell wouldn’t stop growing, it stretched and stretched, the four clones continuing to blow into it. The giant trumpet managed to let out bass trombone and tuba notes, not a single trumpet note present. The notes descended, sounding quite high at first, before the slowly lowered, sounding deeper. As the trumpet bell continued to expand, it went from the bright pink colour of the four clones to a shiny golden tone. It looked just like a real trumpet, and it carried on growing, taking over Applejack’s vision

As the large trumpet let out a long, drawn out bass note, the shiny and golden trumpet began to tremble wildly. It seemed like it couldn’t handle anymore growing. The bass note suddenly ended, an almost strange quietness in the air, before the trumpet bell exploded with a deafening crashing of cymbals.

With the trumpet now torn apart, golden pieces here and there, a long line of pink Flutterbat clones suddenly burst out of the large hole, marching along happily, their bodies all stretched out to make instruments. They took precise, calculating steps, and each time their feet hit the floor, deep bassoons and bass drum noises could be heard. Applejack looked on with wide, curious eyes, watching intently at two Flutterbat clones who were able to contort and stretch their bodies wildly. One would stretch its legs out, becoming all long and tall, hovering over the smaller Applejack with the petite version between its legs. The smaller version of the clone would then follow the same pattern by stretching out its legs, becoming tall, and stepping over the once big Flutterbat clone who had decreased in size. This carried on for a few more moments, just stretching and pulling and stepping to the beat.

Applejack continued to watch on, eyeing a petite looking Fluuterbat clone who was patting her little feet against the ground, joining in with the marching group. Not too far behind the small clone was a much larger version of Flutterbat, all puffy and round and fat. She too marched along gleefully, two blue cowbells in either hand. The giant Flutterbat looked so large with the little cowbells in her hand, and when she held them, it was almost in a dainty fashion. She held them with the tips of her fingers, making them look so tiny in her large hands. She waved them around cheerfully, the sound combining with the marching tune. The big, round Flutterbat clone didn’t seem all that concerned for the smaller version, and the large one stepped on the tiny one three times with her big feet. Each step met the beat of the music, almost as if the big version was doing it on purpose.

Squish, honk, squish, honk, squish, honk!

The little Flutterbat’s makeshift trumpet grew in size with each step, fluctuating wildly, letting out an almost obnoxious sounding klaxon noise with each squish. The tiny Flutterbat was quick to run forward, trying to escape the heavy feet of the giant version of Flutterbat. The petite version looked over her shoulder, sending the fat Flutterbat a glare and a snarl, hoping to get the point across. It seemed so rude and uncaring to step on someone like that, and the petite Flutterbat wasn’t afraid to wear an angry expression.

The little Flutterbat then went back to its trumpeting, carrying on as if she hadn’t just been stepped on, only for her to be stepped on again!

Squish, honk, squish, honk, squish, honk!

The little version of Flutterbat had been stepped on once more, and her trumpet once again bulged with each squash. The giant Flutterbat clone’s feet met the music again, indicating that she could have been doing this on purpose.

The petite Flutterbat wasn’t taking that kind of treatment anymore, and she was quick to sneak behind the round Flutterbat, giving her a swift kick to the butt. The kick caused some type of strange reaction. After being kicked in the butt, the round Flutterbat flipped over, landing back on her feet with a surprise up her sleeve. The once extremely fat Flutterbat clone split into three small versions, all still pink. The three clones stared down at the tiny Flutterbat, their trumpets pointed into the smaller one’s face, trumpeting loudly and proudly. The one in the middle wrapped her thick arms around her fellow Flutterbat clones. Their pink chests were all puffed out, almost in an intimidating manner. They trumpeted into the little one’s face obnoxiously, being loud on purpose, playing the tune with their hands on their round hips.

Still angry and frustrated, the petite Flutterbat grew wildly in size, growing in height before its body expanded to the left and right, now both tall and wide. Her body was much larger than the bodies of her bullies, and she stood over them proudly, her eyes narrowed in a glare. Her bright pink chest was all puffed out, almost pushing it into the faces of her aggressors. Her bullies seemed to react in both shock and fear, and their trumpets no longer produced a high tone. Their trumpeting instead became lower, obviously surprised, and they even crouched down a little in response to the other Flutterbat’s growth. The one in the middle, once with her hands on the other clones in a friendly manner, now leaned on the other clones, trying to push herself back as far as she could. The now big Flutterbat suddenly created two shiny, gold cymbals, one in either hand. After winding them up, almost preparing herself for what was about to come, the now large Flutterbat clone was quick to smash the cymbals together, squashing the trio of bullies. A loud crash filled the air, but the three bodies didn’t all squish together, creating a puddle of pink.

The crashing had instead caused them to multiply, and dozens of little Flutterbat clones now pranced around happily. Their mouths had been extended to create trumpets, and they played them cheerfully. They marched at first in a small circle, walking and trumpeting in the small space. They then moved to form one line, marching in single file. The double bassoons filled up the air with their deep notes, the four same notes being heard over and over again. The pattern consisted of one somewhat high note, and then it would get lower, then lower, and then it would hit its lowest, deepest note, before going back to the beginning. The marchers stepped in time to this beat, all except for the one at the front. The one leading the long line of Flutterbat clones played a new tune, not at all like the one the other Flutterbat clones were playing.

The line of clones began to stalk around the terrified Applejack, walking along underneath her as she trembled in fear. Once the bottom was full the clones kept on going, much to Applejack’s frustration. Then they took off up the left side of Applejack, continuing to walk along as the trumpet suddenly changed its music. It went from the descending pattern of bassoon notes to a pattern with only two notes. It would go higher then lower higher then lower over and over again. The clones continued to march on, and seemed to have no plans on stopping. They marched on top of the head of Applejack, and it was then that their bodies started to increase. Their pink, petite bodies expanded wildly, stretching out in every possible direction. It was as if with every step they took their bodies bulged and grew.

The marching tune in the background became lower, but the clones carried on trumpeting, music still present. They didn’t even care that their bodies had begun to fatten up and stretch so much, and they marched along without a care in the world. They didn’t notice their round bodies taking up the entire frame around the shaking Applejack, and soon their bubble bodies pressed right up against each other, all squished together tightly. Squeaks filled the air as they kept on trying to move, attempting to sway their arms back and forth, trying to march, but their arms barely moved a few inches, and all that was heard was high pitched noises of their bodies rubbing together.

At last they finally stopped, their marching coming to an end. Applejack felt the fear take over, but she still found the strength to cover up her eyes, shielding her vision from the extremely large Flutterbat clones. Their marching may have stopped but their bodies had no plans to stop expanding. The clones became stuck, unable to shift even a little bit. There was no more room left. Their pink bodies had grown so much, and all that was left was to fight for any room they could get. They were far too swollen and puffy now. They nudged each other, elbowing each other as much as they could with so little room. Some of them even tried to kick, but it was no use. All the space was gone, and their wildly growing bodies were stuck with their cheeks fattening and their eyes going all wide. They let out growls and yelps, angry that all their room was taken. They were frustrated. They wanted to keep on getting rounder and rounder, they wanted space, they wanted freedom. Their bodies were too big, though, and their plan had to come to a stop. Their cheeks bulged, looking all puffed out and full of air, the realization completely hitting them. Applejack covered up her eyes with her hooves, not wanting to see what was about to happen. They finally knew they couldn’t escape this. Their fat and round pink bodies shook against each other, trembling pink absolutely everywhere. The music had hit its peak, and when it reached the final note, when it seemed like it was all over and it would be okay, their bodies trembled even more, all of them exploding at the same time.

CRASH! A deafening crashing of cymbals filled the air when their pink bodies were torn apart.

Applejack could hear a tune from earlier, from when the first few Flutterbat clones had lined up in front of her and blasted their trumpets at her. It made her want to look, to see what was going this time, and she removed her hooves from her face and opened her eyes. She didn’t know what to expect, so she just took in a deep breath, hoping for the best. She just wanted to go home. To get away from this horrifying place.

In the far off distance was an apple orchard, looking all dark and gloomy. There stood dozens and dozens of trees with round, full looking apples, all a bright pink colour. They looked swollen and ready to pop, and looked all juicy. Their leaves looked dark in the shadowy orchard, with no source of light to show off the apples and their bright, deep coloured leaves. It made the apple stand out against the dullness of the leaves, the bright pink orbs emphasized in the environment.

“Look out! Look out!” A group of voices suddenly sang, giving a warning with their booming voices. “Pink ponies on parade. Here they come! Hippety hoppety. They're here and there. Pink ponies ev'rywhere!” The voices carried on.

On a hill not too far away were dozens and dozens of Applejack clones, all pink with their bubble skin. As they marched through the apple orchard, clearly without a single worry, they took over almost all of the space of the orchard, occupying as much room as they could. Through their stretchy, pink skin, their insides were visible, and each of them held a special liquid. Half of their bodies contained a bright, rainbow coloured liquid honey, and with each step they took, it swirled around inside of them. The thick liquid sloshed around all messily, the pretty colours mixing together. With each step the clones took, the honey would move around, creating small waves of rainbows in their bellies. It was like little oceans of rainbows inside their stomachs.

A marching beat filled the air, a soft, quiet bassoon being played in the tune of a march. It sounded somewhat calm and was the opposite to all the other booming noises that had been present. Something suddenly appeared near the hill where all the Flutterbat clones had come from, and out popped a clear, totally see through looking Flutterbat clone. It didn’t look like all the other ones that were marching all along the ground in the orchard, however. This one was extremely round with its body all puffed, and its limbs stuck out at its side, hooves in the air. It was so round the clone was unable to keep those round arms by its side. It floated above the large group of marching clones, moving along the air calmly and swiftly, before it drifted of further up and even higher into the sky. All that was left now were the countless clones, marching near the orchard of gloomy trees.

The voices came back once more, once again repeating their loud warning. “Look out! Look out! They're trotting around the bed. On their head,” they called out. In a dark room was a large bed covered in white sheets, and it amazingly stuck to the ceiling, the bed and the sheets somehow avoiding a deadly crash to the ground. Around the bed they marched, the dozens of Flutterbat clones swinging their arms back and forth, meeting the music’s beat. The clones walked on their hind legs and they had pushed their pink chests out as far as they would go, looking as if they were trying to intimidate anyone who dared come their way. Their pink skin had some type of light flashing on them, bright yellow patterns on their bodies, almost looking like bones. The bones even resembled a marching uniform at times.

The dark room suddenly flipped, revealing that the bed was on the ground all along. “Clippety cloppety. Arrayed in braid. Pink ponies on parade!” The same group of voices sang again.

It was the clones who were acting strangely with their feet planted on the ceiling. The white sheets on the bed suddenly tussled, and out popped a Flutterbat clone, all pale and white. This clone looked horrified, staring up at the ceiling in awe, mouth agape and eyes as wide as they could go. The pale Flutterbat clone shook in her bed, and it certainly wasn’t from being cold. This clone looked horrified. In complete shock and fear, the clone ducked back into bed, hiding underneath the covers, shielding her eyes from the strange marching clones. The bed was somehow picked up, and it floated up higher and higher into what seemed like complete and utter darkness.

“What'll I do?” Called out a voice, not at all sounding like the booming voices from earlier. This voice sounded unassured and a little frightened. As those words were said, a pale looking Flutterbat cloned appeared from underneath, all close up and clear, fear clearly in her eyes.

“What’ll I do?” Cried out the voice again. Next to the clone appeared yet another clone, this one coming in from the top, popping in upside, with a similar look of panic and fear on her face. This clone could also be seen close up. Both turned to face each other, suddenly aware of the other’s presence. When they locked eyes they both jolted their heads back, terrified at the scene in front of them. Absolutely frightened, they both darted back the way they came from, while a soft crashing of cymbals could be heard not too far away.

Joining in with the marching tune, a flute played, the instruments all combining together. The flute played its four descending notes, starting off somewhat high, then getting lower, lower, and lower once more, before repeating the pattern again.

New voices joined in, once again not sounding like the alarming voices from earlier. “I could stand the sight of mites. And look at hordes of parasprites,” they said as two Flutterbat clones appeared, each coming in from either side so they were facing each other head on. One of the clones was a bright yellow, with purple stripes painting its body, and the other was a pretty pink, covered in red stripes. They walked in a very particular way, their hooves meeting the ground in a certain pattern. Both clones first moved their right hind leg, bringing it forward, before they brought their right fore leg to the front. They then focused on their left legs, bringing their left hind leg forward, before all that was left for them was to bring forth their left foreleg.

They had happy smiles on their faces and they walked towards one another, their eyes bright as well, but that all faded when their bodies met. Instead of colliding with a soft crash or thump, they managed to walk their bubble bodies right through each other. It was like magic. There wasn’t even a hint of a problem as their bodies managed to become stuck at their waists, and no matter how hard they tried, they weren’t getting out. They pulled and pulled, trying to escape, trying to find some freedom, but it was no use. As the bright ponies attempted at an escape, the croaky voice in the background carried on. “But technicolor equestrians. Is really too much for me!” They said.

They were definitely stuck. The two began to walk away, thinking if they stretched their bodies far enough they could escape, but this too was no use. All that happened was their colourful bodies combined, creating a stretchy, vibrant curtain of red and yellow and blue. Their now fused together bodies looked bright against the darkness, and now their faces were painted in worried frowns.

They took a few more steps forward, trying their hardest to get out, but their efforts meant nothing. For just a split second it looked like they would actually escape. Their bubble skin stretched out more and more, becoming thin, sticking together by a thread, but their bodies were sent flying back, a deafening crash in the air. Cymbals collided as their bodies were flung together, their bubble forms unable to keep on pulling and pulling. The bright colours that were once on their bodies flew in the air, whirling together to create a burst of vibrant tones.

Soon a new voice filled up the dark space. “I am not the type to faint. When things are odd or things are quaint,” they said.

Against the never-ending blackness rested another Flutterbat clone, but this time, all that could be seen was her head. It was all clear and see through, and you could see the pitch darkness that seemed to go on forever when looking through her. A red and white straw was placed between her lips, and it lead down to giant pot of honey. The pot seemed full, and some of the honey had even tipped out onto the sides, making the edges of the bowl all sticky with sweet liquid. Flutterbat sucked up the honey greedily, loud slurping in the ear, and she had her eyes closed in pleasure, enjoying the taste of the honey. Small moans of satisfaction left her whenever her mouth filled up with the thick liquid.

She drank more and more of the honey, excitedly and greedily, and inch by inch her body grew. First her neck, then the top half of her body, then the lower half, then her legs. They all grew with each sip of the honey, almost as if they liquid was magical. Eventually her entire body firmed, all limbs present, but that didn’t stop the greedy Flutterbat from sucking up the honey. She was being gluttonous with the sweet honey, drinking up more than she needed. Loud gulps left her as the liquid slid down her throat and into her belly. Her once small body was full of honey, her legs and body all full of the sweet tasting treat.

Her body reacted, unable to hold all that honey in such a small form. It expanded, becoming round, growing left and right. Her body ballooned up slowly, the honey in every inch of her. A few more moments passed of Flutterbat’s body expanding wildly before the clone’s body began to rapidly shake. Her now fat body trembled, far too full.

“But seeing things you know that ain't, can certainly give you an awful fright!” Cried out the voice, and the Flutterbat clone still wasn’t done sipping up the honey. With her mouth full of the sweet liquid, Flutterbat gulped slowly, almost as if she was trying to savor the taste. The last bit of honey was sucked up, travelling up the straw ever so slowly, bulging in the red and white plastic. It traveled up slowly, right past Flutterbat’s now sticky lips and into her mouth, and then that was it.

POP!

Her body couldn’t handle the growth anymore. The honey had made her too full, too round, and the sticky sweet liquid had taken over her form, causing her body to burst. Her exploding body released a pretty stream of colours, pinks and purples all in the air, contrasting against the darkness. Maracas could be heard not too far, the instruments rattling for a short moment before disappearing.

“What a sight! Chase 'em away! Chase 'em away!” Cried out a loud, terrified voice.

Applejack turned to find the source of the voice, only to come face to face with a large, terrifying creature. She gasped loudly when she saw what was coming her way, unable to run and hide, terror and panic taking over her. It was a tall, looming creature, filled with nothing but Flutterbat heads. Head to toe, it was all Flutterbat heads, with three large ones right up the top. The heads looked at each other with knowing grins, their eyes all narrowed. The creature swung it arms made out of Flutterbat heads back and forth, swinging them dangerously, marching along ferociously towards the terrified Applejack.

“I'm afraid need your aid! Pink ponies on parade!” The voice went on, just as the three heads on top seemed to be moving. The two Flutterbat head clones on the ends squeezed against the one in the middle, pressing against it nice and tight. It was forced to go back, unable to find any room.

“Pink ponies! Pink ponies!” The voice carried on, becoming quieter. The middle head popped back out, squeezing itself forward, a large grin on its face as it stared right at Applejack. The large head grew even bigger, becoming longer and wider, its eyes growing as well. The head’s eyes had grown so much it was the only thing Applejack could see. All she could make out were its pitch black eye sockets, and the darkness seemed to go on for miles and miles. Applejack’s mind was so focused on the absolutely blackness that she jumped when the black orbs suddenly turned into pyramids. The pyramids started off small but quickly grew in size, throbbing against the darkness with their pointy tips. They had tinges of blue to them and rested against the dark ground that was scattered in yellow dots.

Applejack soon realized she was in an entirely new place. It was still dark and terrifying, but she was away from the giant Flutterbat creature, and instead in some type of desert area. A song played in the air that matched the scene. It was a somewhat sexy sounding song, all sultry and sensual, totally different to all the strange songs Applejack had been hearing earlier. Applejack had her attention caught by a Flutterbat clone with a humpback, popping out from behind a pyramid, wide smile on her face. The clone suddenly changed her body, turning into three different thin, neon pink cobras, hissing their bright, small tongues. Their long bodies swayed to the slow, sensual beat of the music, waving their bodies back and forth continuously.

All three bodies of the snakes suddenly began to bulge, growing in size, turning into three bubble clones of Flutterbat. They were all see through, with Applejack being able to see straight through them. Applejack couldn’t help notice that their bellies were all half full with some type of liquid, and when she looked closer, she could see it was honey, all bright and different coloured. They were full of honey the colour of a rainbow, and they dance to the beat of the slow song, swinging their full hips back and forth. Their clones shook their flanks and hips, and it caused the liquid in the bellies to slosh around, whirling all around in their bellies. They carried on for a couple minutes, and Applejack stared on intently, watching as the three bubbles clones continued to swing their hips seductively.

Applejack watched on as the honey in their bellies grew in size. The liquid grew large and sloshed in their bellies even more, and soon their stomachs were so full of the sweet tasting liquid that their bellies grew in size as well. They became bloated, their tummies all full and round and ballooning up. The music grew in pitch, almost as if it was joining in with the expanding bellies of the clones. Their round bellies began to rub up against each other, their bubble skin stretching out further and making squeaky noises. They had grown so much that all space between them had faded. They were far too big now, and there was no room left for them. With their eyes shut and their cheeks all puffed out and full looking, their bubble bodies began to shake wildly, too full of the sweet liquid. The Flutterbat clone in the middle was in the worst spot, feeling the most damage. With the two large bodies on either side, the middle Flutterbat clone had no choice but to be pressed up against on both sides. The clone had no chance to escape, with the two other fat clones squashing and squeezing her.

The music hit its peak, drums beating in the air, no longer ascending, and it was at that point that the three clones couldn’t handle the expanding anymore.

CRASH! The loud noise came, a crashing of cymbals present, long, loud, and drawn out.

Not too far away were four more Flutterbat clones. They stood close together, their mouths stretched out into long trumpets, letting out a proud tune. Their yellow bodies had been stitched together at their waists, creating a long, thick curtain of trumpeting clones. Once in front of Applejack, the trumpets stopped, and Apple jack stared up in awe at the tall clone. The tore themselves apart, pulling themselves at their stitches, breaking apart the cotton that was keeping them together.

Applejack tore her eyes away from the ripped up curtain on the floor as something to her side caught her attention. As a marching tune filled the air, consisting of nothing but bassoons, she looked over to see a ghost like clone of Flutterbat, bubble skin and all. It walked with confidence towards Applejack, staring at Applejack with a hint of hunger and desire. The clone ducked down a little, nuzzling into the skin of Applejack’s left flank, spending a fair apart of time with her nose dug into Applejack’s skin. Applejack didn’t know how to react, and with a whimper, she let the clone carry on. It tickled a little, and Applejack did her best to hide her reaction. The clone then shifted a little, its lips hovering over the cutie marks on Applejack’s body. The clone bit into the apple marks on Applejack’s skin, not too harshly, but enough for Applejack to gasp at the feeling. She stared down at the clone in shock, wondering what was going on.

Before Applejack could ask any questions, the Flutterbat clone walked off with a giggle, sauntering away confidently. Applejack shook her head in disbelief, happy to see the clone leaving, and thinking that the worst was over, but she was wrong… She looked down at her body with furrowed eyebrows when she felt a slight change. Her body tingled and stung a little, feeling strangely light and airy.

She grumbled, wondering what was happening to her body, and when she looked down she let out a loud gasp. Her legs were now see through, and Applejack whimpered when she saw the rest of her body was also slowly becoming see through. She chased her tail, spinning in a circle on the spot, watching as every inch of her had lost its normal orange tone. Her bright orange fur was gone and was now replaced with… Nothing. She was all transparent now, and Applejack held one leg out, looking straight through it, the only thing visible being the never ending darkness.

Applejack stared ahead as the ghost looking Flutterbat clone contorted and bulged, growing larger and turning into a pot of honey. It was completely full, some of the honey tipping over to the sides. The honey was rainbow coloured, all bright and vibrant. Applejack stared at the pot curiously and slowly stepped towards it, wanting to investigate, but gasped loudly when she sees something pop out of it. She took a step back in shock and watched on as five thick, long hoses flew out of the honey pot. They landed on the ground, bits of honey falling here and there.

Applejack watched as a lump formed in the first hose, and it traveled along, blowing a bubble that was quick to grow and change. It turned into Twilight Sparkle, and Flutterbat, for a second, was excited to see her friend… But this Twilight Sparkle wasn’t quite right. It was a clone, and was totally see through, and then the next hose acted in the same way, blowing a bubble as well. This bubble turned into Rainbow Dash, and was once again all see through. The third hose blew the next bubble, with that one turning into Fluttershy. Fluttershy, like Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash, was transparent. The next two hoses also blew bubbles that turned into the friends of Applejack, with the last two blowing bubbles that morphed into Rarity and Pinkie Pie. Normally, Applejack would be ecstatic to see her friends, especially after all the horrible things she had seen. Today had been so overwhelming and terrifying, and she wanted so badly to have the comfort of her friends, but they weren’t real. They weren’t her real friends, they were all clones, all fake and made up and for some strange reason all see through.

Applejack watched on in awe and terror as the large hoses were quick to fill up the pony bodies with the rainbow honey. Their bubble bodies would bulge every now and then when they took in large gulps as they greedily sucked down the liquid. Applejack was forced to watch on as bubble clones of her pony friends had their mouths covered by the ends of the hoses. The hoses pushed and shoved endless amounts of honey into the smaller ponies.

A noise came from the honey pot, and out popped another hose. The hose planted its sticky end onto Applejack’s mouth, and Applejack reacted with a gasp. She tried to scream, but the noises came out all muffled, and all she could do was let the hose do what it wanted. The hose slowly filled Applejack’s mouth up with nothing but sickly-sweet honey, the sticky liquid sticking to the roof of her mouth. She tried to fight it, to rip the hose off her and stop the honey from going down her throat, but she didn’t have the strength. The liquid soon went from her mouth and sank down her throat, travelling down into her belly. She felt her belly oozing with the liquid, and the hose just kept on going, pumping gulps and gulps of honey into Applejack’s mouth.

The several bubble ponies were now full of nothing but rainbow honey, and their small bodies couldn’t handle it. Applejack looked out of the corner of her eyes, taking a quick moment to stare at the clones of her friends. They all looked so full, so ready to burst at any second. Applejack could sense what was coming. Twilight Sparkle’s legs in particular were full and round, her limbs sticking out, unable to keep them on the ground. Rainbow Dash’s flanks had grown in size, looking full and round. Fluttershy’s body had grown wildly, looking ever so full of honey. Rarity and Pinkie Pie’s cheeks were puffed out to an almost cartoonish extent, their cheeks looking highly exaggerated. Overall, all of the pony clones look far too full. They were going to burst at any second, spreading their rainbow honey everywhere.

Their stomachs swelled and were curved and full, looking ready to burst. Despite the fact that they looked ready to pop at any minute, spreading that bright sticky honey, their bodies continued to be pumped with endless amounts of honey. Applejack looked at the see-through bodies, looking at how the rainbow honey swirled and squished around. It was almost hypnotizing to look at it. There was something intoxicating about how the bright coloured honey rotated in their tummies.

The bassoons in the background had carried on, and their tones reached a loud, high pitch, just as the ponies continued to grow to a dangerous size. They were all bloated and swollen, and now they pressed right up against each other, squeaks in the air as their bubble bodies rubbed together. Their fat limbs collided and their stomachs pressed against each other. With stomachs so round, it was no surprise that their bellies collided. Now all of their faces were impacted too, and they now all had bloated cheeks, all full and puffed out, and even their eyes started to bulge, going wide and looking panicked. The bloating had caused their cheeks to press against each other dangerously, continuing to expand. They all looked like they were holding a bunch of air in their mouths, but was all just damage from the honey. Applejack had no idea how dangerous the liquid could be, and it almost made her never want to eat it again.

Twilight Sparkle’s left side of her face was pressed up against the right side of Rainbow Dash, their bubble skin bulging. Fluttershy was to the left of Rainbow Dash, her normally neatly swept mane all tussled and a mess thanks to all the expanding. Rarity was stuck, pressed right up against Fluttershy, all wide eyed, emphasizing her thick, dark eye lashes. On Rarity’s left was Pinkie Pie, who’s curly mane had been absolutely destroyed. Normally presented in neat, presentable curls, Pinkie Pie’s long mane had been pressed right up against. She had been heavily squished, causing the messiness. The poor pony clones had no choice but to grow and grow, pressing up against one another in a tight, inescapable space. They had all been pushed towards the middle, and now they had no place to run.

Applejack looked on in fear, convinced the ponies were going to pop with a loud, deafening sound any second. She wanted to close her eyes, to prevent the loud noise from startling her so much. She had seen this happen far too many times today and she definitely knew what was coming. But soon the music came to a halt, and a strange quietness was in the air that made Applejack a little uneasy. The pumping also stopped, and the bubble clones were no longer making loud gulping noises. It was all a scary silence for a moment, with Applejack convinced something else was coming her way. It was suspiciously quiet, but she had been in this strange, new world long enough to know that something else was going to happen… And then a drumroll filled her ears.

It was low at first, with a soft beat, almost too faint to hear if you weren’t ready paying attention. Applejack almost didn’t care about the sudden introduction of drumming, but then she looked up to eye the hoses. Each hose had huge bulges travelling up them, the sticky honey all clumped together in giant masses. The bulge traveled up the hoses as the drumrolls grew louder and faster, ascending every now and then. As the bulges continued to travel and reach the mouths of the ponies, their lips were puckered, all pushed out in pouts. The brightly coloured bulges were now inches away from their mouths, and it slowly traveled further up, pressing against their lips for a few seconds before the bulges of honey forced their way into the mouths of the ponies.

The ponies, already quite big and full of the sweet juice, seemed to have had enough. The second the bulges of honey pushed into their mouths they burst loudly.

BANG!

A loud pop filled the air as their bodies were unable to handle anymore honey, and Applejack reached up to cover her ears, the noise far too loud for her, but she didn’t get a chance to…

Applejack woke up with a loud gasp. Her whole body was shaking and it felt damp, covered in sweat. She looked up, staring around her, worried someone or something was going to sneak up behind her… But everything was okay. The sun was slowly rising in the distance and she felt the cool morning breeze on her skin.She sat up and spun around, taking in the scenery. There was finally some light, and not complete and total terrifying darkness. She continued to stare, watching as a few of her pony friends strolled around the area, smiling in the morning sun. Everything actually seemed okay.

Applejack shook her head, remembering her dream. It was terrifying. All the bubbles and the clones and the blackness and the honey. All the exploding and the loud pops and bangs and the terrifying music… What a horrible nightmare!

“Good morning!”, said a voice from behind.

Applejack turned around, coming face to face with Pinkie Pie. She was all smiles, curly mane neat and not at all a mess, and she was… Normal. She wasn’t expanding and growing and looking strange, and Applejack let out a loud sigh of a relief. “Good morning, Pinkie Pie!”, Applejack greeted with a grin. “It’s good to see you.”

Pinkie Pie reacted with a giggle before trotting off. Boy, was Applejack happy to be home.

She eyed the bowl next to her, staring into it. It was all empty now after she had been sipping at it all night. Applejack shook her head again. She had no idea what the drink was, but she planned on never drinking it again!