Slice of Pink

Pink Slice of Fudge

Written by Septia

In the last part, some friends hosted a party for Pinkie Pie, and then she hosted a place in her tummy for some of them~. Having had a good time together, just Nessy and Buttered remain with the party mare, and Nessy is already on her way in a plush pink posterior~.

-Spllsch- The rim convulsed over Nessy's right hoof, its contractions suckling her in like a lollipop. -Sfllssh- Colon lube caked onto her coat with a churn of wet frosting. The pink rump hatch swelled, curling over her girth as she twirled other leg against it, sensing the meaty sleeping bag gobbling her up.

“Phew, Buttered, mind lending a hoof?”

The stallion held Nessy close and guided her form into the undulating pit. -Bbgllrsop- She could feel the depths of the colon brew, and felt the pucker bloat around her rump. -Pbhrrffftth- The cloud of colon smoke flowed through the rim , the air soaking with the vinegar and chocolate scented fumes lingering around the two ponies.

“Whoopsies, Scuse me, being happy with a full tum usually makes me gassy. You are okay, right Nessy? Last time it kinda just happened, you know?”

-Sllptugh- Nessy nodded as a stretch of her smoshed into the bottom, with the rim undulating and breathing out the gut smog over her.

“That time I wasn't quite ready, but, it feels safe now, so I am happy to be butt buddies.”

Pinkie clapped her hooves together. “And Ima happy to have you as my best butt buddy, oo, hope you don't mind if it gets a bit cramped in there, two more buds are on their way already,” Pinkie informed whilst kneading down on her tummy.

-Shhflth- The rubber ring grasped around Nessy's neck.

“I'll see you later Buttered.”

“S-see you t-tomorrow,” he responded, still a bit perplexed.

“Aaaowm,” Nessy took in a deep breath and winked, the pudgy loop squashing over her head, gliding forth like a slug and dragging her into the bowels. -Shbgllrsp-.

“Phooo…,” Pinkie huffed, making some grimaces as her pucker tucked inwards, squelching in Nessy's form until is smacked open with a -Spllhoth- and a -Pbhffrrth- dousing Buttered in some remnants of colon gales.

“Whoowee, I am so stuffed, mm, so happy churning away in there,” Pinkie mumbled and drove her hooves into the chub. -Shbllosh- With some help she slumped over to her back, allowing the bountiful stomach to bob and sprawl free onto the bed from her lap.

“Hoo, ooo, so full… of… friends… Gotta have… belly rubs,” Pinkie threw a gesture with each word in a dramatic fashion. Once Buttered got the hint and laid his hooves around the clump of a belly, the mare gave off a warm sigh.

“Aaah, that is the stuff~.”

-Ghbbrllosgh- Rumbles trickled out along with the bumps that sailed across the pink ocean. Buttered's hooves sauntered over the blubber, mushing in his hooves as he went to massage the gut and feel the surface mould around his prods. He cupped the bottom with both hooves and felt its weight, as he tugged upwards the wobbling blob of pony lard drooped around his legs, like teardrops made of putty.

“Mmnff…,” he could barely lift it, and let it slough back onto her hips with a smack of wrapped butter. -Smthwdf-.

“Mmfnawmmf.”

Inside he still heard the stir of voices mixed with the churning -Ghhfllrsg- of the pot-belly brewing its occupants into sustenance. He let himself rest against the bloat of meat, swirling his legs over the chub, folds of pudge forming beneath his hooves where he brushed her gut, kneading down the rising protrusions and imprints of various body parts. -Bwmmfp- At one point one lump assuredly belonging to a flank, who's hump bobbed with a gelatinous wobble before swaying back into the abdomen. Despite having grown less nervous around pinkie, Buttered's cheeks still laid in a rosy tint. Though while he kneaded down folds of chub and let his hooves sink into the tummy dough, he was at least covered behind its size.

“Ahooourrhp, aaa, I haven't been so full since the last Caves and Creatures party,” Pinkie reminisced whilst scooping up globules of tub on her pouch to cradle and bounce in her grasp before shoving the droves of belly back down. -Ghrrll- Her stomach rattled, as she breathed in the dimensions of the stomach retracted.

Buttered felt the stockpile condense, as indents and valleys between lumps defined the middle of the mare felt like it was congested with raw sap. The voices inside swelled into a more defined moan.

“Mnnhf, hnnf, “ Pinkie huffed, holding her hooves by her sides, “phooaa…”once she exhaled, the mass of the gut surged up all at once, starting by the underbelly her middle billowed forth like a tidal-wave with the elasticity of molten rubber. Humps forged over the surface of the pink dough like bubbles on the surface of boiling water.

“Ammoofnnf-.” Chants of joy once more smothered out to a murmur under the fat swelling.

-Bhwnnggnnf- The gut jostled down into her lap, by her sides the avalanche of flab had flowed around her hooves, once she embraced it her the abdominal clay welled over her front legs like a muffin top, wobbling with the motions of Pinkie's kneading. It turned boisterous after the clench, so once pinkie tried to suck it in as far again the tumbles interrupted hear, leaving ripples of chub the size of thighs to bound across the mountain of blubber.

“Phoo, so happy you want to join me,” Pinkie praised the gut and nuzzled against a hoofful of gut, “Lefin and Verilin there, I know you'll feel right at home like they do.” Whilst nudging and playing with the bouts of blubber rumbling across her midsection, Pinkie squished down to the tummy to peer at Buttered.

“Looks like we still need more members for our adventuring party.”

~ 1 ~

With each grope and squeeze the tummy congealed the goop within, Buttered kept up kneading and scooping blubber into his embrace to sooth the rumbles revolving inside. -Bhgrlslhg- He could shape the pudge, with only the squirms from those tucked inside to disturb the texture. Its density akin to that of a sponge crafted out out marzipan, whenever he moulded and let his hooves or muzzle submerge into the chub. -Bhwllbwb- Yet once he let go the chub puffed out like rising batter and settled in folds like molten wax.

“Mppfoo, they are looking pretty as pudge~,”

“They sound prett-. Ah, happy as well.”

Pinkie chuckled. “Pretty enough to smooch?”

The stallion took refuge behind the bulk, but leaned in to peck a smooch around her belly button.

“Mmmh, but, a bit lower maybe?”

Buttered repeated the procedure beneath the navel.

“Lower~.”

After a few times The yellow stallion was holding the midriff above him, reaching in to suckle the underbelly.

”Mmmn, a bit lower.”

Buttered bit his tongue, just below him laid the member, throbbing, radiating warmth and musty air over his chin. Above he heard the goo sloshing in the gut, coos and shivers drowned out in the boiling slop.

A coo from the mare above rustled the gut overhead as he planted his tongue onto the mast. -Shllrrf- From the base of her shaft his organic brush stroke upwards, painting the dark pink skin with a shade of spittle. Veins pulsed under his touch, the member exuding an aroma of clotted syrup clad in a hull of musk – an air of licorice tucked away at the back of a drawer. Buttered let his tongue embrace her shaft in laps, the throbs of the meat spiralling through all the way to his throat. -Lllsshm- His slurps came to a pause when Pinkie patted his neck.

“Think you could do me a teensy tiny favour and help me let off some steam?” Pinkie wondered with a breaming expression.

~ 2 ~

-Shlltggy- The stomach sloughed over Buttered's back, bending like a saddleback over his sides as Pinkie shimmied. The burgundy stallion hood prodded over his flank, seeking its path in to test his elasticity before cramming in.

“Hhngf… e-easy,” she managed to huff out.

“Sorry, I can get a bit excited, especially thinking about letting my friend get hugged tight by your bum.” -Thhwp- Shifting her center of mass forwards to partially submerge Buttered, Pinkie stuffed a good chunk of her shaft into Buttered's rear, and humped it in further with huffs and pants.

~ 3 ~

Within the bowels Nessy could sense the shifts, tremors that rolled through the scrunched up colon walls and massaging the folds of meat into her. Through touch she made out the humps thrusting Pinkie forwards, and the jostles of the gut weighing down on her from above, flesh moulding and containing her in a humid cocoon. -Chplplgsh- Shoved forwards, Nessy smacked into the pit she had entered from, her muzzle partway out in the fresh air. Here she heard the moans from outside, one of a voice pleasured, and one who's quivering tone was hard to make out. -Brfffth- A gale of flatulence harried her head outwards, jammed between the cheeks. -Twomp- -Smmach- The meaty walls barrelled down on her, clapping together over her muzzle and temporarily encasing her in the hold of the rear cushions and trapping her with the pungent exhaust. Each new thrust either sent her out or slammed the cheeks on her to cram her back inside, but it was like being kneaded by pillows, at times a bit harsh but always caressed by the entombing fluff.

~ 4 ~

-Fllrbllosp- -Bhglrlso- -Sbhfslgh- Gruel tossed and bounced, the walls contorting inwards and outwards, pulsating muscles mimicking the increased heartbeat. Oleta and Inka's chests bobbed at the same speed, panting filled with pleasure soared out into the air of the confined gullet, mixing with the fumes and steam rising from the gunk congealing around them. Warmth washed over their body – just like the chyme did – their chore of coos echoing on the growling walls while their bodies melted, congealing into the tar thick stew churned from one end of the stomach to the next. All was melding together, bodies, emotions, voices. Coalescing into goo of sparkly silver and blue feathers. Their world tinted in scarlet, bobbing along with Pinkie's motions, quaking with a primal satisfaction etching its way down the mares' spines, soon they would be not but chyme and pleasure, food for a lovely mare.

~ 5 ~

Sweat pooled over Buttered's back, both his own and Pinkie's above. His hatch had grown accustomed to her thrusts, jerking and squeezing along her length, He heard her enjoyment in the air, tasted the pleasure seeping out from her insides as the happy dinner ground up by the tough sinew, aided by the rut.

-Thhwrp- Pinkie's shaft swelled, the mare howling out and arching her head backwards as she jammed her meat down to the crotch, in the hump slumping backwards, slamming into the bed with the weight of five ponies. -Bhrraauuoorpah- Pinkie heaved out a belch which quaked past her lips, carried in the gale of hot gullet smog flew bundles of verdant, lilac and mercury, bundles of fur and hair clotted over in globules of drool, all pluming from her maw in the fall like a fountain, joined by melodic cries from her sack.

“Mmraamnnoo~.”

“Hmnaaaammmff~.”

-Dmmpfth- -Chhrtckt- A crunch of bones snapping under the pressure, the gullet clamping and contracting after the fall, the whole abdomen left oscillating like jelly, whilst her shaft held Buttered spitted on her stallion-hood, the bulge of her shat visible up to his gut, as she unloaded a batch of pie batter to the buffet, bulging out his belly with a dune of spunk pudge.

They were left panting for a minute. After which, Pinkie's member started to twitch and go flaccid, letting Buffer slump down by her side. His hooves sought her gut, holding it, moulding it in his grip as he had before. It felt like a sack of gelatin now, still sludge bobbing this way and that, coagulating and incrassating, just food mulch waiting to be processed.

“H-hey… Buttered?”

He glanced up to her, both still exhausted.

-Houraaaahhph- She basted Buttered n a bout of bassy burps, spittle and bits of hair plastering onto his muzzle as the current heated by the mare's throat washed over him.

“Y-you… you wanna join in too, someday? Just be pudge on my belly and flank, right?”

His face matched hers, but he could only pant.

With some effort, Buttered dragged the blanket over the two of them, and the ponies went out like light-bulbs, sharing the heat of their sleeping bodies – under the rather dense, taffy like covers – and fell asleep, as the winter winds torn through the night outside.

~ 6 ~

-Brrphorrffmth- Bowel steam smattered into Nessy's coat, the moisture wafting around her infused with pepper and vinegar, but the gas brought along yellow clouds to spice up her breaths with aged dairy and chewed gumdrops. -Sghbbrlsh- Dollops of colon juices lubricated the mare's form, the walls kept in steady undulation even as Pinkie slept. It sure reeked, but the gardening mare could relax. In a way, it was like laying in a big Sleeping bag that loved you, even if it expressed it in odd ways at times.

-Spplfhsgrt- A grind of mud from below caught Nessy's attention, but through the night she could not halt the bowel movement chugging along, nor get out of its patch, as the initial umber swallowed her hooves.

-Sglfhrsh- -Sghsllsh- Brown tar crept along Nessy's form, submerging her in the clay that oozed of putrefaction and cocoa. Globs of gunk compacted along the sides to envelop her body in a cocoon of sludge, which budged only when there was more bile to jam further along her form. The filth had reached up over her shoulders, but more clogged up the rear. -Pphfbbrrth- Flatulence managed to sneak its way through furrows in the mire and sprinkle her face in the stuffed odour sneaking its pungent tendrils up her nostrils.

“Mnnfg… tighter than last time, Inka might have needed to lose a few kilos,” she remarked and found herself snickering. There was something to this that spoke 'home' to her. Despite being submerged in colon caramel and fanned with fumes, it brought her a calm.

“Maybe,” she admitted, “I can see the whole deal about ponies wanting to end up here.” -Pfbbrth- An endearing puff of smog trickled by her face, and the mare sighed with a pleased hum, with silent currents of bottom steam wrapping her up in a stinky slumber.

~ 7 ~

”Hawwwwnmm-Bhouuraaallph-,” Pinkie's yawn took a turn to belch halfway through, a sprinkle of saliva laced mane tufts and azure feather confetti drizzling down over the bed, . She picked some hairs and plumage from between her teeth, blowing it out with her mouth puckered to imitate a party-horn.

“Mnfhh?” she glanced around.

“Good morning miss Pie,” Buttered whispered as she sneaked into the room, curling up with her in bed.

“You were even up before me~.”

He chuckled. “Getting some breakfast together, yet, we can stay in bed for a bit.”

The preposition was approved with a snuggle. The two cuddling up together, with the churning orb separating the two.

“Mm, mind cleaning up down there for our friends?”

Once buttered had crawled under the coves, he gave off a little yelp.

“H-hey Buttered,” said Nessy, with her muzzle partially out between the cheeks, “pressure kinda got to me. Hehe… mind if?”

“Just a sec.” He peeled up the pucker around Nessy's muzzle, and gently pushed. -Spllrgth- Squelshes of grime grinding inside undulated with the motions of the rump, as the mare was suctioned back into the clasp of the rear, to be fully entombed in pony compost.

“Thank yompght.” -Pllsuth- and so the rim sealed, and Buttered patted it gently, hearing the quivers and rumbles from inside as Pinkie's colon dragged her deeper, whilst he set to tend for the brim.

-Sllfrt- -Chllf- -Lllglsh- He caressed the brim with laps and swirls of his tongue, each one slowed to a crawl, it was not an action of lust as it was one of care. The pair tending and nurturing each other in the early morning, basking in the presence of one another and simply relaxing.

-Gbbrlgsh- -Bhraoaouurlpt. Hoourap- Pinkie's belches and gurgles bathed the air in fog with a tinge of sweetness soaring through musty breath. The Steam rose to the orchid ceiling-boards and sunk back down from the heavy humidity. Whilst Buttered serviced and slurped over her rear Pinkie transformed her bedroom into a sauna.

-Shhllt- Buttered slathered drool over the brim throbbing underneath his tongue, -Mmwha- and leaned in to end it with a kiss. The brim contracted along with his lips, smooching the stallion back. Her gullet trembled in a churn near him. -Ghbrlglsh-. Above he heard a happy mix of chuckles and snorts.

“That was our friends, and they said they wanna see us again~,” Pinkie flung back the thick, heavy blanket, and heaved herself forwards.

“Mmnff.” -Bwoomgb- But the gut kept her still.

“Mmwnnff…,” she tried again, wagging forwards, but swaying back.

“Hnngnmf,” -Phbbffrth-, a gust tickled her rim from the strain, leaving the mare with a hint of fluster.

“Seems our friends and me are in need of a friend in deed, and I think they want a piggy back ride~.” Pinkie announced and kneaded down on her batter thick belly.

The stallion burst into a snicker, and getting into position to help Pinkie haul the cargo towards toilet.

~ 8 ~

“Phe… phoo…,” Buttered heaved with a hint of exhaustion, holding up Pinkie's abdomen as she slotted up on the industrial sized toilet seat.

-Grhhbllgrsh- “Ooie hang on to your hooves just a sec,” Pinkie requested and cradled the chub she could reach against herself. -Pbffhrrrrfth- Pinkie's pucker applauded the waves of smog spouting out. Turquoise clouds of farts engulfed the air in tangs of terracotta, pepper and friendship. “Aaa… hear that? Telling your friends a lot of fun is the second most important thing a friend can do, the most important is listening,” Pinkie was interrupted with a -Spplffrth- which sounded like a squeezing an old tube hard enough so excess air and grease flew off the cap at once. The burst carried a bout of humid smog that poured like water through the air, carrying the pink Pony's musk. “Doing both at the same time is as good of an idea as it first seems.”

Buttered gave her a nod whilst tendrils of fog, drooping with salty musk, lingered around his spot hoisting up Pinkie's tummy.

Within the mare's guts laid her friends, escorted by the gullet packing them through the bowels. -Ghfrllsth- With a crackle of wading through a bag the entrance to the colons distended, stretched to a fold of flesh peeling free from the clog sloughing outwards. Its girth amassed with each stretch cramming its way through,, the width spreading Pinkie's cheeks to align with the curves of the jumbo-sized toilet seat. Her rim clenched into the mound at internals between the movements, moulding the wobbled steps in the umber, engorging further down as the bale of muck vacated to sculpt another rind into the waxy texture. Once her rear was acclimated to the volume of the butt mud – which surpassed the dimensions of the average hind – the loaf shifted to crawling outwards. -Shhfsklrt- With pocks and grinds of brushing over a puddle of congealing glue the behemoth sloughed. Trails of colon fluids slithered from the throbbing pucker down across the hunk, guided by the pattern of fissures defining segments of the mulch. Despite her rear convulsing over the mass it could not compress the fifth further, so dense of melted meat that Pinky's back hatch had to concede, allowing the trunk of bowel fudge to chug out along in its own pace. With the fluids compacted into the crevice rivers, the column's matte brown exterior contrasted with the liquids reflecting light from the furrows, decorating the pillar curving into the porcelain bowel with seams of precious metals. -Prhhfskkrsh- Certain spots warranted the pink circle to bend over lumps jutting out from the mound, contorting over brown crags and malformed clumps.

-Frrsrfhhs- “Phiaha~” Pinkie was swept up in giggles as bushels of feathers in beige hues tickled past her rear,. Some feathers still stood out of the length whilst most collections of indigestibles laid partially or wholly submerged into the mire, sunken into the gut dough in craters, as if the waste itself was consuming the leftovers Pinkie's system could not break down. -Pfhhrsllth- “Ooowowie, this big doozy feels familiar,” Pinkie pondered and pushed to pack the propping pony under her pudge, “think that is Oleta's flank?”

Buttered glanced from underneath the dunes of flab to see the arc of a femur moulded out from the rim, stained beige from its journey.

“It m-might just be,”

-Phrbbffth- Pinkie loosed a bout of fumes to turn up the moisture and temperature of the bathroom up a few more degrees. “Haaaammf…,” she contributed with her own lust filled air to the damp atmosphere, taking in the tart aroma brewed in her gut out of those dear friends. She let her tongue hang free, tasting the exhaust laden with prickling brawn and a sneak of caramel.

“Hey Buffet? With Gem Ink, Oleta and Nessy, this is a pretty… Braud-load.” -Brrhhfrth- A puff of vapours wisped past the sludge and accompanied Pinkie's laughter, which Buffet joined with a stroke of fluster fluster.

“Mmmf…, Ooo, could you hold up my belly a bit higher?”

Buttered followed the request, coming face to face with the twitching stallion-hood. “L-like this?”

Amm, a bit further down.. a. a millimeter up.. and… yes, there.”

After some finagling buttered was smushed with the sack over his head, hooves shaking as they cradled the belly. -Frllssshf- A pouring drizzle echoed in the stuffy environment, and the moment later Buffer felt himself quivering as much as the sack on his head. -Frsssh- moisture splattered over his back, droplets of lemonade soaking into his coat and staining it with the pattern the yellow rivers sprouted over his back. Amooonia polluted the air, yet with it carried a hum of sweetness, like she was pouring actual lemonade onto him.

“Phoaaa… hooo, that is better, couldn't hold them all in, and you are already yellow so it matches your coat, right?”

“Rh-rhight,” Butter squeaked out burying his muzzle into the embrace of the sac ahead as his whole body quivered with the shower of raw warmth drenching him to pool over the bathroom tiles.

Her surroundings clutched Nessy with the squelch a sock would make after dragging it through a swamp. -Spllcch- Pinkie's chocolate taffy clad her whole form, contractions of the bowels reached her coat muffled by the insulating layer of mulch. After getting shoved back in the molten sludge had drooped over her, clumping back in front of her hear to leave nothing outside the grasp of pungent stench and flank fudge. -Chhrllsch- She was crammed forwards, through the same undulations coursing through the intestines. Yet, it was not forceful. The felt the intentions of every motion, a hug that embraced her, enveloped her entirely in the cocoa bile, engulfing her in the globules of pleasantly stinky dung. Perhaps she had been exposed to it enough as to begin appreciate it, perhaps it had something to do with that – in a sense – this was her home.

-Kkrlltch- Foul clay pried off of her muzzle, replaced with a crown of meat hugging her face. She glanced downwards to the hunk of waste collapse into the toilet, curving just along the edges of the bowl. Cracks around domes and clumps revealed dung caked mandibles and semi-digested leg bones littered in the compost.

-Pbffrrth- A gale soaked overhead to flap Nessy's ears under the bulk of the emission, soaking into her coat as a fresh glaze of wilted stew flavoured flatulence.

“Aaaammff,” could be heard in a sigh from above, followed by a few grunts that jostled Nessy forwards, just for the pucker to cram her backwards again.

After a few bobs, the mare shifted her head to the side and plastered her tongue to the rim, -Slllffrt- painting a stroke of glistening drool onto the rubbery chute.

-Bhgbhglsh- “Mmmmnff,” could be heard in satisfied pants from above.

The butt plug mare found she had experience with this, and allowed her tongue to lap and bend over the contours of the rim to soak in her spittle, lubricated the pit as it doused her in puffs of green clouds and quivered enough to bloat over her and the mess she was sculpted inside of. As her efforts squeezed her closer, the mare felt the embrace of Pinkie's plentiful rump snuggling over her cheeks, embracing her as well as the friends.

-Frhhsglsss- Below she watched water swirl into a maelstrom, plus sized pipes guzzling in the mulch and leaving space for her cocoon on the way out, despite leaving marks of auburn over the porcelain, little happy strokes of their friends.

-Sphfhhfrgt- The splatter of gunk heralded the plug of a mare's despite from the bottom-bank. The pink bud bloomed over the mare dutifully slurping over the rear, the engorging meat heaving out the girth of the loaf that had stewed and cooped up in the bowels over the night. -Bffrllsgh- Crackle from skin dragging against mud creaked while the pucker engorged over the chubby auburn sludge heap. Embedded amongst the brown tar was not only Nessy, but shards and chunks which glistened when they exuded, polished by the rims twitches and ripples. It glistened like marble, crystals with a sheen that illuminated the trunk with a gleam of a jewel. There were shards of Gem's coat surviving digestion, and patches which resembled molten pearls where the crystal pony had coalesced with the mire. Crystals buried as goop and shards, and its lustre, fuelled by friendship – shone like it never had before. -Shhfsl- -Spllfth- The pucker strained as it splayed onto protrusions jutting from the mound, to snap back with a wet -Thd-, again and again. Gunk scraped off the hills to expose the once white rib-cages from the two ponies, even now clutched around Nessy and safeguarding her on the journey through the exit. -Fllsh- The slab curled downwards, as the mush drooped from Pinkie's rear Nessy slumped into the water, muzzle first.

-Fhhrgllsth- The bloated sausage of sewage crept with a steady pace, lubricated with coats of phlegm from the bowels. Colon clay lined with fractures furled from the flanks. The auburn tar's girth shifted now and then, bloating out the rim with bile enough to fit more than a whole body inside, or slimmed to the width of a leg that curled out from the rear like a helping of soft-serve. The Tangle of loaves and winding tubs of mulch furled out in a pleasing pattern, their exterior melting somewhat to give a stained glass motif for the segments separated by fractures in the filth and once in rest the mountains contours blurred with the waste melding together. It made a collage of pottery in burnt umber, sculpted in rump gelato from the pleased, panting pony.

-Shfhrt- As the goop coiled in bales of mulch, Nessy felt herself propped up in the bowl, head tugged out firm the water to she saw upwards, gazing at the cheeks dispensing globby servings of chocolate gelato, garnished in a sprinkle of diamonds.

-Pfbhhrrrth- flatulence bubbled through, the rim, lobbing a globule of mulch past the encased mare's cheeks. She was given a moment to watch the orifice wink at her, caressed by the plumes of smog swirling over her expression.

“Phhew, you are a real doozy of a pal~,” Pinkie announced back to Nessy, swaying her cheeks so the pudge bounced like bags of jelly. She lowered herself closer to the seat, letting her pucker graze by Nessy's olive mane.

-Shhlrtp- The rim got a smooch in return, prompting pinkie t relax as she swabbed the pit soaked in saliva, even trailing down to suckle at the taint and swipe off some musk clean from the sack, suspended under the hanging tummy that Pinkie sported.

“Want us to dig you out of there?”

The mare was stopped in the middle of a slurp, leaning back gently, giving a glance to herself, thoughts of a mud cake crossed her mind.

“I-I am f-fine I-I' won't be going a-anywhere,” the mare's voice sank to a mumble, heat marking her cheeks.

“Great, our friends are still all stick in here,” Pinkie said kneading her rump, letting Nessy at it for a few more slurps.

“Ahe, you know, I-I've was in a similar position with Twilight,” Nessy begun. -Phhffrth- but the hole above bloated outwards and expanded around a slag of amber grime, droves of butt dough billowing through the rim and sloughing onto the mare's face. As the muck oozed over her – sealing her in the rising steam of happy friends brought together by a single rear – the mare felt satisfied, sinking into the cesspool, wet putty melding together around her, and entombing her under a pile of Nessy-nougat.

”O-Oh N-nessy,” Buttered exclaimed and slipped out from carrying Pinkie's gut, despite it having diminished to a pot belly. -Sppllfsh- He sunk his hooves into the building mountain of sludge to locate the mare. -Bhslls- Yet, was mesmerized by the texture, the tangles of slop morphing around his hooves, despite the contours of each loaf visible, it behaved as a uniform batch of batter. Quivers jolted through his spine, and left the stallion panting while he moulded and formed the mulch under his hooves, sculpting and smushing in the well processed Pinkie Pie bile.

“Oops. Ahah, sorry Nessy, a bit tough to keep all this fudge in my haunches,” she turned to Buttered, “oh you don't have to worry about her though.” -Pgghffth- Pinkie punctuated with a butt burp in Buttered direction, the vapours sending him out of the trance. “She will be back in a bit.” Pinkie hopped onto the ground and gave her heiny a boop. ”And now I just need…”

“This?” asked Buttered and held up the roll of blushing paper. Then he bit his lips.

“Ah, excuse me, perhaps you wanted normal paper,” he tucked away the Post-roll, “I might have gotten a bit ahead of-.”

He was silenced with a smooch.

“This is exactly what I needed.”

~ 9 ~

-Fllssh- -Shshch- The faintly cyan hued toilet-paper brushed through Pinkie Pie's rear. She felt the piece quiver as it was placed at the bottom of her cheeks, and even little fidgets as she dragged it up, sandwiched between her cheeks to get to the depths. -Sflsh- it brushed over dollops of gunk, soaking in the goopy dirt that speckled her flank's canyon. -Shhs- -Chhsh- She twirled one piece of paper over her ponut, dipping the tip of the fabric into the clasp of her rear to wring out any bothersome mulch that clung to the pursed pit.

“Mmmnff, Ooo this stuff is so great, It feels like I am wiping myself with clouds, though I tried that and it isn't quite as nice as you would think it Is,” she noted and plucked off more squares to swab over her whole rump, brushing them from cutiemark to thigh and back again, kneading them in so the paper could soak in the filth as well as the grease. Pinkie planted a smooch on the remaining roll of fabric. “Thank you so so so much Post, you are the best toilet-paper for the bestest of dumps.” She then hoofed it to Buttered and parted her cheeks, with a wink telling him he could brush off anything she had missed.

~ 10 ~

”Sorry that I took so long,” Buttered excused himself as he trotted away from the shelf he lined up the gifts on, and carried a fold of felt. He met up with Pinkie who stood next to the door clad in her winter-coat. Butter tossed up a shawl and an extra snow coat. “In case Nessy would return while we are out.”

Pinkie beamed and embraced him in a hug through which he could feel the extra bulk of chub pinkie had gained from their friends. There was just the two of them now.

“That is a great idea~,” she proceeded to spin around, “could you tie it around my dock?”

Buttered's cheeks were soaked in pink, then leaned down.

“The base of my tail, you silly. I said Dock, duh, I did not mean 'that' tail~.”

“Oh, right.” He spun the scarf in loops around her dock, tucking it in under her garbs. -Phhbbrrth- Just to be treated to a mouthful of fumes dropping in a brew of vinaigrette and cotton candy. Once he looked up to Pinkie she wiggled her rump.

“What? Can't have her wear a cold clothes you silly.”

This time, Buttered was the first to break out into a chuckle, but he wouldn't laugh alone for long. And that was a feeling he held onto, as they set out to brave the winter together.

“Oo, Buttered, you were so tired yesterday you forgot to answer my question. So… what do you think about becoming Pinkie Pudge?”