Pinkie Pie could hardly believe her eyes. It was a sight unlike any other and the more she looked at it the more her mouth watered.

Before her stretched rolling hills of frosted grass with each blade lovely decorated with sugar sprinkles. Chocolate cookie cobblestoned paths flowed up and down the hills, connecting the plains to cotton candy treed forest, and rivers of bubbling soda. Giant cakes of countless layers of dough, frosting, and jelly stretched high into the sky like skyscrapers

Pinkie might have been dreaming, but she didn’t want to wake up.

In a hyperactive bolt of pink energy, Pinkie Pie made a mad dash for the epicenter of the sugary paradise. Bushels of cupcake flowers and doughnut berry bushes sprouted all around her, practically begging her to sample their delicious looking sweets. She took hold of the treats by the armful, grabbing at as many sugary delights as she could carry. Candy cups of milkshake, bunches of jelly filled grapes, gumdrops the size of a pony were all gathered and feverishly sampled as Pinkie ran through the place tasting everything in sight.

Every new location of this enchanting candy land brought a list of things for Pinkie Pie to try. She ran through each area like a plague of locusts, taking a bit out of everything. Giant, seven layered cakes were scarfed down, lakes of lemonade were drained almost immediately, chocolate chip cookie flagstones were pulled out of the ground and consumed on the spot. Ice cream sandwiches the size of giant rocky plinths, lollipops that hung off trees like apples, pudding parfait the size of sofas were eaten without a second thought. Pinkie was an unstoppable force in this world of sugar and sweets.

Overtime her belly bulged with each delicious treat she scarfed down. She barely bothered to chew the sugary delights now as her body buzzed with excitement. She achieved a wonderful sugar high as every yummy piece of candy tingled her taste buds.

It didn’t take Pinkie long to find a sort of nest among the gummy trees and jellied danish boulders. She surrounded herself with dozens of treats all organized in giant piles all around her as she feasted on each one. Her appetite seemed insatiable and the new experiences that the paradise she now lounged in seemed never ending. Everywhere she looked there was a new food for her to try. There was never a cake or a cookie out of reach for the pink pony as she grew more lethargic as time went on.

All that food fattened Pinkie Pie up good. In less than an hour of endless and feverish feasting, Pinkie had grown to twice her size as the food inflated her gut, adding hundreds of pounds to her body.

By the end of it all, Pinkie looked upon the sprinkle covered fields that stretched far into the horizon as the sun set upon the beautiful scene. Even the sun looked delicious, but Pinkie was too lethargic and filled with delicious baked goods to even think about moving.

Covered in frosting and splattered jelly, Pinkie just let out a sigh. She didn’t even care if she was dreaming or not.

Author's Note

This story was more about practicing fleshing out a scene with descriptive details more than anything else. After writing what little I did for the prompt, I couldn’t see this story going that far. It was never really planned to go farther than “Pinkie dreams about eating sweets.”

I guess to a person who's into food play or eating a lot is their fetish, this story could be considered pornographic in nature. But all it did for me really was make me hungry. Hope you enjoyed the read!