Slice of Pink

Pink Slice of Pie

Written by Septia.

A deep breath filled the mare's lungs with the smell of sunshine and from her garden below rose the subtle tones of earth. -Frllssh- Water drizzled over her petunias and carrots, Nessy gave each plants its time, they were always there for her when she returned.

“Mmnf, “an inhale of the tulips scent, tinted with natrium chloride. She glanced both sides, then whispered “Might as well sample the harvest, yes you, you little cutie.” Her lips parted to close around the petals.

-Bzzzllltch- “Aha! I got it.”

“Ooulpgh,” the gardening mare tumbled herd first into the soil when a magical burst of magenta introduced the princess of twilight, instead of a tulip her maw was treated to a gob full of dirt, mimicking an ostrich.

“Mgwhot whoaht?” Nessy enquired with her cheeks bloated with dirt.

“You, Nessy Gouge, of course,” Twilight explained, “how you do it.”

Whilst Nessy started oblivious the meaning soon revealed itself.

“In all honesty this is preliminary, but no less imperative. When cross examining a mane sample along with the remnants of you previous material host, I reached the conclusions of a bond rooting your essence these exact coordinates.”

At his Nessy gasped. “You mean whenever I pass on my magical signature is tied to this position so I will arrive back at my house?”

“That is not wha-… oh… yes, actually that is exactly right,” Twilight's speech was halted for a moment but picked up pace as if reciting a speech. “Back at the castle you could have made it but the chance is slim, then Pinkie gave me some prominent details and not to mention the last time in Seaquestria's restaurant, I was there myself to see it, you couldn't have made it out from there.”

As Nessy was about to interject Twilight levitated a gem and trailed on.

“But whatever ties you here is not magic I know of, if it is magic at all, a force I cannot decipher and seems to dissipate when I attempt to research it, therefore it is of utmost importance you assist me in further experiments,” Twilight's horn lit aglow, Nessy's legs quivering.

“H-h… what is that?”

“A thaumite crystal, I may not know what binds you, but I can coalesce it to this catalyst and have you rematerialize next to me for effective experimentation.”

“W-what doesn't that mean you are gonna-.”

“This will only take a second,” Twilight calmed and aimed her horn, “this is too imperative for you to not do your part-.”

-Bwoompfh- A bounce like a rubber ball jostled out between the mares. “Was someone about to say party?”

“Pinkie!”

-Bzooowwzz- With a flash the spell was unleashed…

~ 1 ~

Snowflakes whipped over Pinkie's back as she scuttled through the winter landscape of Ponyville. She had known the storm was scheduled for today, but those thoughts were easy to misplace when you were helping friends.

“Frrf… maybe I could've asked Applejack for a sleepover,” she wondered to herself. Her hooves were tinted blue, but among the frozen gales she spotted her door.

The door shut out the cold as well as the light, the living room enclosed in darkness as Pinkie felt her way forwards in an attempt to find Gummy in the darkness.

-Chllick- With a flick the room illuminated and the air vibrated with blasts from party horns.

“Surpri-… se?” four voices called out at once, simultaneously silenced when pinkie was nowhere to be found.

“W-wh… w-where d-did she go?” an earth pony asked buttered while scratching his olive mane.

Before he could answer a Crystal pony interjected. “Perhaps we mistoo-.”

“I was Surprised!” A shout carried by delight interrupted as Pinkie sprung up behind them. The mare invited them all in a hug and wrapped her hooves firmly around the friends.

“I was so surprised I didn't know where I went, but wait a minute,” she released the group – which took the opportunity to catch their breaths from the squeezing embrace. “Isn't the Caves and Creatures meet up a few days away?” She gasped. “You couldn't stand the wait either?”

“Actually, “Buttered said with a raised hoof,“ it felt dull to spend a snow day alone, so this is a… sort of a… casual snow day…”

Inka the Crystal mare continued. “Spontaneous.”

The pegasus mare flew up, cradling a bushel of presents. “Appreciation.”

“P-… p-… p-… pa…,” Post stammered on his line, “Party.”

Pinkie gasped with her hooves clasped to her cheeks. “Ooo how did you all know I love casual-snow-day-spontaneous-appreciation-p-p-pa-parties?”

Buttered and the other glanced to one another. “We had a hunch.”

~ 2 ~

Gummy stood on the couch's armrest, observing the ponies make preparations.

“Here you go~.” Came the voice of his owner, who dressed him in a party cap. Though he said nothing, Gummy showed his appreciation by keeping his stale stare forwards, and received a hug from Pinkie who had read him like an open book.

Pinkie took the couch seat next to Post, watching the other ponies set up a table and get the fireplace going.

“Thanks for showing us, haven't run into you for a while, how are your drawings going? How do you make your mane so floofy?”

Braving the avalanche of questions, Post could not but smile. “D-drawing has i-improved a lot ever since… since you were my model.”

Pinkie chuckled and stopped playing with Post's poofy locks. “Always happy to help when I can.”

At this post nodded, fiddling with his hooves in his lap. “You are a-ac-actually a b-big inspiration. I-if you ever n-need some he-help, l-like c-cleaning o-or stuff I… I would b-be happy i-if you co-could use m-.”

“Should we get an extra cup for Nessy?” Oleta wondered as she soared over with a plate of five mugs. “We did invite her, but she gave no response.”

-Bhhrgllfrs- The fold of rose hued pudge resting on Pinkie's lap bobbed at the grumbles from her insides. The mare crossed her hooves with a chuckle “Ooo, thank you for reminding me, back in a jiffy,” She hurried off to the bathroom, a -Bhraaoop- of a belch released before shutting herself in.

Leaning closer, Butter laid an ear to the door.

-Pbhffrggt-.

Then pulled back with a slight fluster painted on his cheeks.

“Lucky them,” Inka smiled, “I wouldn't mind being the one in there with her.”

“Same, I bet my farts would smell like cotton candy,” Oleta added.

“Pssh, they would still smell like mud.”

“How would you've…” Then they turned towards Butter.

“Oh,” the yellow stallion huffed, “don't you worry, I am not one to judge how to express one's friendship.”

Post tugged on Butter's side, having snuck up while they talked. “T-then could you… h-help me with something?”

~ 3 ~

”Phooo~.” Pinkie exhaled in relief as she hopped out from the little fillies's room. “Scuse me for the hold up, but you don't have t keep the party waiting for-. Hey, where is Post?”

“He should be back soon, in the meanwhile…,” Inka said and at that cue they all held up gifts.

Pinkie beamed. “Oooo, you really didn't ha-” Pbgfrrrth- a bout of fumes cut through her thanks, a murky cloud vibrating out of her cheeks and swelling to dissipate in the air, leaving a piquant whiff of dirt and dry basil in the air. After a moment of wait Pinkie plucked up a party horn and clutched it between her cheeks.

“Mmfrf…” -Prhoobth- The horn sounded with the tremble of flatulence, a plume of colon exhaust hoisted out with the rear fanfare.

“Looks like we've got a Party-Pooter~.” The group joined in laughter, cuddling up with blankets around the fireplace together.

It was not only the jokes that warmed the mood, but the forgotten toilet door. From it oozed steam that lingered around them until the whole living-room's atmosphere was sprinkled with the hearty aroma of earth and pony bacon. It seemed that none of the guest minded the smell, and together with the tunes from the phonograph everything was swept up in a blanket of comfort. Around Pinkie laid wrappers and gifts strewn. Among them was a hoofs own plush of a purple dryad, a cart for Gummy and an arrangement of pillows, with two gray ones surrounding a trio of curled grey ones – shaped to look like tailtacles. -Shhrtch- The wrapper was torn off from Inka's gift in a blur.

“Ooooaaaow,” Pinkie gasped and held the sculpture up in the air, on the front it was a box sculpted in clay with two tails poking out from the top, but turning it around revealed it to be a diorama, showing an array of creatures bundled up inside, among them a goat, a brown pony with a chubby lilac gut, Oleta, Inka, Post and even Fluttershy in the corner.

This is incredimazing, you've become a sculpting master.”

Inka waved her hoof in a dismissive fashion. “Oh hush. Ahem, with this we will always be with you. And you know, I couldn't do it without my inspiration, sometimes it feels like,” she scooched up closer, “I live to satisfy.” She put emphasis on these words, sneaking a squeeze of Pinkie's midriff, the Crystal pony's giving off a shimmer with a tint of mercury.

“You live for more than that silly. You are great at parties, games, field trips,” she then snuggled up to her neck and planted her tongue on Inka's cheek. -Shrlllrp- dragging upwards to let the moist muscle brush drool into the coat, leaving a warm trail after Pinkie's lick. “And you have great taste too.”

Inka rubbed her et cheek and gave a soft giggle back.

“H-hey Pinkie,” Buttered came up with a present, “I think this one is a good fit now.”

She grabbed it, held it close, shook it, sniffed it and even gave it a slurp. “Hmm, there is something with this one,” Pinkie commented and tore through the wrapper. “Huh?” Inside was a box, down within that a roll of ashen toilet-paper and a note.

Oleta read the note aloud. “To the one who drove me forwards when I most needed a ram, and the one who has been my treasure. I present to you all that I am, a gift to bring you comfort and pleasure. From Post.”

Pinkie turned over the Roll, seeing an olive-green marking at the top of the fabric, and two ruby spots of fluster.

“Post cared for me this much? Oowhew~ I have always wanted to befriend my toilet paper, and now every trip to the loo is even more special~.” She Hugged the roll in her embrace, which made it shake at the attention.

-Phbfffrth- Pinkie blinked, her rear leaving the blanket trembling. “Oops, Oo, it feels like, mmm, yup, that is a Nessy brewing~.”

The others turned their heads, but soon saw Pinkie's expression turned strained. Her rump jostled under the covers the -Ghrbbgls- grumbles boiled down her system. -Brhhmfffthh- With a bubble of water hitting a stew-pan, an expulsion of green smog clouds plumed out to sent the edge of the blanket to flop upwards, for a moment revealing the pink butt, and a shimmer of off-white. The air was doused in the stench of musk brewed colon batter fermented in the baker-pony's bowels, intertwined with a potent whiff of tulip stalks left to boil. In the house lit by not but a fireplace, everything turned clear as day for the moment the flash shone near Pinkie's rear. As the covers fluttered downwards, they were caught by something bulging them upwards. The lump inflated as the gas passed through the fabric, contorting the covers with the protrubance that built beneath. -Pfbbrh- A little puff of steam puttered free just as a cobalt hued hoof pried back the covers. A mare in a leafy mane – tangled and greasy – peeked out.

“H-hey everyone. I am not too late, am I?”

“Party is in full swing, but it is never too late to join in~.” Pinkie Affirmed with a smile.

Oleta, Buttered and Inka just stared with gaping maws. Eventually Oleta spoke up. “Aaa, Pinkie, how did… I mean this is not something you see everyday so…”

“Ooo that, it is easy. You see, I was gonna surprise Nessy in her garden, but then Twilight had the same idea so when I showed up…”

~ 4 ~

“…And Twilight sighed and said this would have to do, in that low voice she gets sometimes, and said we should come over later so she can properly investigate Nessy.” Pinkie finished her story, with everyone nodding along and sipping on their cocoa. Then she wrapped a hoof around Nessy. “So that is the story of how Nessy got herself bound up to my butt~.”

It was with can awkward grin that the cobalt mare responded. “Yeah it is not that bad, so far at least.”

Pinkie ruffled her friend's mane. “We are going to visit Twilight tomorrow, but I dunno if I wanna be separated from a friend this close to my heart, and patootie,” Pinkie clarified.

“Do not know about the rest of you, but I would stay as long as I could,” Inka smiled and laid against Pinkie's side. Oleta snuggling up on Nessy's side. Butter only dared to move in a bit.

At this Pinkie chugged her cocoa and huddled her friends together with her in the blanket with her. “Of course, I wouldn't wanna be separated from any of my friends.” Pinkie giggled with a little snort as they all huddled up in front of the fire.

Outside the storm-winds galloped over the rooftops like Windigos, snow smattering and crystalizing to rim-frost. But in one house there were five ponies savouring the warmth from the hearth – and an occasional fart. Shadows of the flames flickered over the room as they enjoyed refills of cocoa with cream and an emergency batch of 'spontaneous-appreciation-cupcakes'. There were stories to tell, laughter to be had, but most of their time was spent in the comfort of that certain silence shared between friends. Just having one another present was enough.

~ 5 ~

”Ahaha, face it Pinkster, I have you beat. Ursa minoris, attack her Pie Golem,” with these words Oleta made an intimidating puttering noise with her lips as she moved her Ursa card on top of the Pie Golem on the card grid. “And now, with my bear's tummy full, I'll equip the Padded Pants.” She slammed down the card on the table, then stuffed it neatly beneath her Avatar on the field.

Inka bumped Buttered with a shoulder. “Padding doesn't sound so bad, would be quite comfy to pad something out, don't you think?”

He gave a nod as a shiver ran through his spine, focusing back on the game.

“It is your move. But cards are on the table, I have already won,” Oleta proclaimed.

Pinkie shook her head. “Ah uh, I have cards on my hoof too,” she illustrated by fanning the collectible squares of cardboard.

The crystal pony shook her head with a smile seeing Pinkie and the pegasus go at it. “It is no Caves and Creatures, but this Phonesty Planet card game is really neat.” Inka admitted to Buttered, “do you think Pinkie has a shot?”

“Phonesty Planet is pretty tough,” Nessy responded.

To this Buttered scratched his chin. “She is out of companion cards on the field, Oleta has the advantage with Ursa Minoris, but Oleta's Avatar card has taken a beating, if only it wasn't out of Pinkie's attack range.”

“My turn my turn, I roll the dice~.” The die clattered to the table and came up as a 5 action points.

“Pretty good, but if you spend all your action points on movement to reach me, there won't be enough left to attack.”

“And then, I equip the lewd ladle,” Pinkie declared and slotted the card under her avatar. “Forwards little me, go go go~,” Pinkie chanted and shuffled the avatar up the board.

Oleta smirked. “Giving up? You are in range of Ursa now, and soon as my turn comes aroun-.”

“But you won't have a turn~.”

“What?”

“I play, Alluring scent.” -Frrhbrrrthhfffs- There was a silent moment as the sudden fume exchange filtered an odour of bonbons dipped in chocolate and musk. Though Oleta snickered and held over her cheeks, Pinkie did not falter.

“This moves your avatar three steps forwards.”

Oleta gasped. “Bu-but that means…”

Pinkie plucked up a ladle out of thin air. “That I am gonna scoop you up in my ladle and gobble you down~,” Pinkie announced and moved the avatar cards together.

“Mnomnomnom, slurp. Bhraaoop.” A belch left the mare's lips fluttering, spritzing spittle in the pegasus's direction.

The audience broke out into applause for both sides.

“Whoo, Phonesty Planet~. I thought I was done for, you are great at this game, I just couldn't resit stuffing you away in my tummy~.” Pinkie illustrated by brushing her pink abdomen, at which Oleta giggled.

“Who could resist that, really, this is a victory in my books.”

-Shrllrp- The party mare popped up next to her friend. “Maybe I shouldn't have filled up on hot chocolate if a certain hot mare had told me that before~,” she parted her lips and breathed on Oleta, the breath scented with the succulent bitter taste of the beverage.

“Filled up? Pff, says the mare who eats cakes whole, there is tons of room down there,” Oleta assured playfully.

The rest chuckled amongst themselves at this.

“Ah sahd ihz full,” pinke gaped and hung out her tongue.

“Why don't you confirm it for yourself~,” Inka mused and gave Oleta's hind a smack.

“Oooammmpgh,” The pegasi's response cut short as her head tumbled into Pinkie's maw. Lilac mane vanishing behind the lips spanning over her head and pursed around her neck.

“Mmpfhmm…,” Pinkie mumbled with her maw full of pony. -Shllllrp- “Mmmmmn….,” though her tone changed after a few moist strokes. -Oommnng- She swallowed, her cheeks extending around Olet's head, puffing out when the mare shifted. Coos from the two mares melded together under the cover of Pinkiie's lips. -Slllrp- -Oompgh- Hooves coiled around the mare at the second gulp, hoisting her body upwards for the lips to crawl down her shoulder and smear a film of drool across her as It went.

Inka, who had been frozen after seeing what she had done, relaxed at this, and assisted with supporting the pegasi's body.

~ 6 ~

-Sllgnnp- -Gllrk- Accompanied by each swallow was the stretching noise of a wetsuit fitting onto its owner. Pinkie's tongue applied drool to the deep-blue coat while her lips sloughed forwards, each gulp hauling her friend a half hoof deeper. Her throat laid curved around Oleta's form, rising like a bun in the oven at the start of her gulp and then play in reverse as the protrusion sank in to tug the mare downwards.

-Ghhbrllop- Rumbles rattled out from the gullet as the bumps sank down to Pinkie's middle. Her skin bending as the bullet puffed outwards with Oleta's head, the rhythmic guzzles above orchestrating how the pink expanse inflated with each stretch of Oleta that made it down. The outlines defining the mare's head smoothed out as the midriff acclimated to her bulk, only protrutions of her ears, muzzle and hooves budding up at times as the flesh sack billowed up on Pinkie's lap.

-Shllfrpf- While she savoured the cheeks plugging up her maw Pinkie's hooves roamed down to caress the bumps, brushing over the outlines of her meal tangling up as the gut clasped over her. -Shlrft- Pinkie's tongue swabbed over Oleta's hooves, wrapping them up in the moist hold. -Ghlmmph- Her lips sealed them in. -Mnnafmf- -Aoomph- Pinkie shovelled the tail into her mouth, pushing the twirling bundle in bit by bit until even that bulge sank down her gullet, and flatted as it added to her gut.

“Pheee- -Ahhraaaooop-, “Pinkie's belch set the air shivering for a moment, spittle drizzling her pony filled stomach, that shifted and bobbled like a satchel full of squirrels.

“Mfaaa, whoops, guess I did have some room. Excuse me Oleta, you were just too tasty to pass up once I got a lick.”

“That is mmnfa… oo, that is fine Pinkie, I really was hoping you had room,” the bulges wobbled as Oleta spoke, “though there is a lot of cocoa in here already.”

Pinkie chuckled. “Hey it is nothing wrong having a little sweet tooth, right?”

She had directed the question to Buttered but he couldn't quite get his tongue to obey him – or his eyes for that matter, which peered down at the portly mound.

“As long as there is enough sweet to fill up on,” Nessy commented.

“Right~,” -Bgrllghm- Pinkie began as her stomach growled around the mare, “speaking of that, I should have room for one more.”

“Ooo, Oo,” Oleta leaned in to nuzzle the tummy, snuggling against the pegasus bumps. “If you do not mind, I could fill that spot, it would be such fun to be hugged and sculpted by such a good friend.”

-Shllrfftp- The Crystal mare's request was answered by a slurp across her cheek, leaving her coat listening of silver and spittle alike. “Then I hereby invite you to the hot cocoa bath in the tummy after-party~.” -Ghbrlslh- A rumbled rolled out from the gut.

“The chocolate actually tastes better in here,” came Oleta's voice, followed by a few slurps.

~ 7 ~

”T-ake your time, I haven't done this before,” Inka admitted as she laid on the table, Pinkie nibbling at her hooves.

“Don't you worry, I got you, I am like a shark, once you get me going I won't stop till I am full~.” -Shhloomph- She lapped up the hooves into her mouth, dragging them up Inka's legs before tugging her back.

“Mmfn, ah evhn wuz ah chrk onse,” she mumbled with her mouth full, Inka shimmying to fit herself into the maw in time with Pinkie's swallows.

-Gmnnff-The gullet puffed outwards in rotund domes, clutching the hooves in an embrace of humidity, Oleta basking In the warm surrounding her, creeping up over her legs.

-Ommpgh- With a little assistant from Nessy holding Inka up, Pinkie was able to chug her morsel and feeling her drumsticks enveloped in her throat. -Bhwmong- The gullet protruding and jostling so much witch each swallow that the bump rested on Pinkie's gullet in between swallows, smacking down her her first meal whiles she savoured the second course. All the while Nessy supported the panting Inka, Pinkie was left with her hooves free to travel along with the bulges, brushing over the bumps amassing in her stomach. Her abdomen wobbled with each scoff squeezing her friend towards her organic bouncy-castle. The whole midsection inflated like a glass down being blown into shape. The sides beginning to sag over Pinkie's thighs, the bulges trailing across the torso shaking when the bumped into one another, the surface rippling like jelly yet slumping down like a massive globule of putty.

Inka huffed and nibbled on her lower lip whilst her form delved past the pink precipice, her rump engorging the brim over her curves as she sunk into the sack drenched with humidity.

“G-gosh it is much tighter than I expected. Mmf, It feels like I am a big sausage.”

“Ah tasty shausmmmpffgh,” Pinkie responded to the snack mare whilst simultaneously chugging her, bobbing her neck back with each guzzle, revealing the arch of her throat swelling and deflating along with the pony reeling inside her depths.

-Ghlbmmph- “Mmfnff…” Moans trickled out from both consumer and food, Pinkie cradling her stomach in her hooves and bouncing it upwards as Inka tucked her hooves into her cheeks. -Shhgbjrlsh- Inside the gut the two mares were bundling together, causing tumult that sent ripples over the pudge.

“Mmfn, aaa, oo, a bit further and, mm, you will have gotten all of me. Mm, l-let your guts sculpt me into something beautiful,” Inka panted out as the mouth drew closer, crawling up her neck and folding her ears forwards.

“Mmmoo, mmfppgh,” she moaned out as the tongue sampled her muzzle, jaws retracting and the outside world shrinking as the brim of Pinkie's body contracted like an aperture over the mare.

-Chrlllpt- -Gnnmmpbh- kicking her head backwards for the swallow, her neck moulded over the outlines to the mare's head, sloughing through her gullet and adding to the bulk resting on Pinkie's abdomen.

-Bhraauuoprt- The mare belched out a gust of throat breath, smacking Nessy with the wave of moisture. “Aaah, that treat was just, -oourp- dazzling.”

“Mmpfgh.”

“Mmwrfmm.” Pinkie's gut grumbled as she reclined in the seat. Her torso imitating a balloon clogged with melons and oil, sloshing from side to side as hills grew and receded with the tumble of the mare-meat within. With her tongue hanging free by her cheek she traced the shifts of the bulges, kneading them in and letting her hooves sink into the mass of chub, displaces the contours of her dinner as dives and craters formed where she smushed down, coupled with moans vibrating inside the chamber, muffled by the gurgles of digestion -Ghbrllgs-Bhrglrrlsgh-.

“Mmnf, ehhe, you are like clay already,” she commented and sunk her hooves at the side of her gut, letting the middle swell upwards in a muffin top of squirming bumps. -Bhwmmpglsh- Once she let go the whole gut sagged back into dough in her lap, just broad enough to droop over the edges of her seat.

“Ooph, that is a lot of friendship all at once,” The mare lamented, some sweat beading over her forehead.

Buttered and Nessy glanced to one another. “It has been a long day, how about we hit the hay?”

-Bhfllgsh- “Mmfwrgf, mmooo, s-so stuffy.” The stomach let out as it dragged over the floor, with the aid of the two remaining pals Pinkie was able to heave up to the bedroom, crawling up to the bed until her stomach was past its zenith and… -Smpghhf- slumped onto the mattress. It was nearly as big as Pinkie herself, and made a second mattress for her to lay on.

“Thanks a bunch, I don't know how I would carry all this jolly dough on my own.”

Buttered's hooves were still shaking after holding Pinkie for so long, seating himself on the bed with the wobbling gut acting as backrest.

“Ooo, but Nessy, I am still new to having… you know, your soul crammed up my tush? So, how about you get some time to get accustomed to your new home?” she twisted around on her gut, swaying her rump towards the cobalt hued mare.

Closing her eyes, Nessy nodded.