It was a warm summer evening in Ponyville. As Princess Celestia began lowering the sun, ponies all over town were relaxing with their drinks of choice. Applejack, kicking back with her family after a hard days work, held a mug of fresh apple cider in her hands. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash watched the sunset while sipping tea. Rarity shared a bottle of homemade wine with Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles who were both visiting on social calls. Twilight Sparkle sat at a table set for two. Her marefriend having promised to meet her at her castle for a dinner date. The candle had barely started to melt when a shrill whine reverberated through the halls.
“TwwwwiiiillliiiGGGGGHHHHTTTT!!”
It sounded like somepony was making a beeline straight for her. She tensed up and her horn began to glow, ready to catch whoever came hurtling through the door.
“Hiya Twi.”
“Keeeyaaahhhh!” Twilight shrieked, jumping to her feet. She whirled around, “Pinkie Pie! I’ve told you not to… hey stop that!”
Pinkie pause mid sip, a glass of purple grape juice against her lips.
“That’s for the dinner,” she gestured to the two place settings on the table.
Pinkie set the glass back down. She studied the layout for a moment then grinned. “Looks like you went to a lot of trouble for a date. You even made drinks, only if it’s just grape juice.”
Twilight blushed and rubbed the back of her head. “It’s still the only thing I can seem to make.”
Pinkies eyes lidded as she gave Twilight a peck on the lips. “I think it’s cute.”
Twilights cheeks puffed out as she crossed her arms. “I did all that studying, learned all that new magic, and helped a bunch of other mares around town, including Applejack and Rarity. But for some reason all I can seem to make is grape juice.” With a huff Twilight pouted.
Pinkie just smiled, “I don’t mind grape, especially since you made. It. Your. Self.” She said as she tapped Twilight’s chest with her finger.
The pout lasted only a few moments before being replaced by soft giggles. “Well, when you put it that way, it doesn’t seem so bad.” She sat back down at the table. “It’s just a frustrating conundrum. Why does my new body modification magic work on everyone but myself? I remember it being a little tricky in the beginning, helping Applejack with her cider production. Then every mare in Ponyville wanted to produce all kinds of different drinks. The spells got easier over time, and I even became Equestria’s leading researcher on breast augmentation magic.” Twilight rolled her eyes and sighed. “Never thought I’d hear myself say that.”
Pinkie sat down in front of the other plate. She reached over and took Twilight’s hand. “It’s ok, magic is just funny like that sometimes. You’ll get it right, I have no doubt.” She leaned forward and was met halfway for an affectionate smooch.
“Thanks Pinkie, you always know how to make me feel better.”
Pinkie just smiled and nodded. In the kitchen the oven dinged.
“Oh perfect, the dinner is ready.” Twilight made to stand up but the kitchen door swung open.
“I got it Twi, don’t get up.” Spike pushed a cart loaded with a sizable bowl of pasta over to the table. He quickly served both mares a hefty portion each. “All right, enjoy. Hey Twi, I’m gonna go over to Rarity’s. She’s has friends over and she invited me.”
Twilight smiled as Pinkie drooled over her plate. “That’s fine Spike. Just remember, if you stay the night you have to cook a big breakfast in the morning.”
Spike waved as he headed out the door. Just as Twilight took a big bite of her pasta, Pinkie shouted, “And remember to use protection!” Spikes head turned a shade darker as he slammed the door and Twilight choked on her noodles. She giggled as Twilight wiped her face with a napkin.
“Very funny pinkie, I almost spit out my dinner.”
Pinkie saw a stray noodle just under Twilights nose. “Hold on Twi, you’ve still go some on your face.” She reached over and proceeded to pull a ten inch long piece of pasta out of her nose. Twilights face contorted into a look of absolute shock and discomfort. Pinkie burst out laughing as she wrapped the noodle in a napkin and tossed it onto the serving cart.
Twilight gave a full body shiver and wiped her nose again. “That was very unpleasant.”
“I’m sorry Twi. The look on your face, that was the best.” She started shoveling pasta into her mouth.
Twilight just shook her head and resumed eating. They sat, quietly eating and enjoying each other’s presence. When Pinkie went for thirds, Twilight chucked. “That’s a lot of calories Pink, are you going to be ok tomorrow?”
“I’ll be fine Twi Twi. It’ll probably just go right to my thighs anyway.”
“Knowing you, it will go to your breasts instead.”
Pinkie stopped mid chew. Her mouth fell open and a wad of pasta plopped onto her plate.
“Pinkie that was gross.”
“Twilight! I just had the most awesomest most amazingst most bestest idea ever!” Pinkie’s smile was reaching dangerous levels and Twilight scooted back just a bit.
She was almost hesitant to ask, “Yeah, and what’s this amazing idea of yours?”
Pinkie reached over the table and grabbed Twilights shoulders. “Magical booby noodles.”
A pause.
“What?”
“Magical booby noodles.”
“I herd you the first time, but I don’t follow.”
Pinkie sat back down. “Use your new magic, but instead of fruit punch or grape juice, make noodles come out!” She lifted her breasts up a bit to accentuate.
“Pinkie, pasta is a solid not a liquid. How would that even work?”
“I dunno.” She shrugged, “you’re the magic mare. You tell me. But just think of the possibilities!”
“Hmm,” Twilight’s face scrunched up in thought. “I guess it’s worth a try. We’ve almost run out of unique drink combinations anyway. Ok I’ll give it a shot.”
“Yay!” Pinkie clapped her hands excitedly, “when do we start?”
Twilight picked up her fork, “well it’s going to take me awhile to rework the theory, and compensate with safety. Give me three days. I might have something.”
“What do you mean compensate for safety?”
“It’ll help eliminate the chance of accidental explosions.”
Pinkie blanched and hugged her chest. “Um, maybe it’s not such a good idea.”
“Nonsense!” Twilight’s eyes all but sparkled, “if this works it could help solve food shortages all over the world! Just think, Klugtown, Griffinstone, the Zebra Nations, all fed and happy!”
“Uh Twi, wouldn’t that have an adverse effect on Equestria’s economy?”
“Not now Pink, there is science to be done!” And with that Twilight ran out of the room.
“Wait! What about our date?!”
Three days later.
Pinkie watched at Twilight finished strapping her legs to the table. “You know Twi, when you said you would make it up to me for running out on our date, this was exactly what I had in mind.” She looked around the room, “ but couldn't we be doing this somewhere other than the library? What if someone walks in?”
Twilight just chuckled, “I closed the library for the day, no one will walk in on us. Now hold still I need to remove your bra.”
Pinkie lidded her eyes, “oh kinky Twi Twi. Then what are you gonna do?”
“Kin- what… no. We are going to test your noodle idea.”
“Then why did you strap me down?”
“I needed you to hold still.”
Pinkie made and O with her lips, and nodded in understanding.
“Ok so, I’ve come up with a spell to give you… ugh… booby noodles.” She rubbed her eyes and Pinkie giggled. “I had to rework it a few times to make the noodles soft. You wouldn’t want stiff pasta being pulled out of you.”
Pinkie shook her head. “Nu uh, that sounds super ouchy.”
“Right exactly. So first we need to reset your mammary glands from fruit punch back to normal milk.” Twilight's horn glowed, enveloping Pinkie’s breasts in a magical field.
“Goodbye fruity goodness, you will be missed.”
“Ok now too apply the noodle spell.” Twilight concentrated and the magic around Pinkie intensified. With a huff the glow winked out. “Interesting.”
“What? I can’t see. What’s interesting? Did it work?”
Twilight tapped her chin, “the spell didn’t fizzle so I can only assume it worked, but your breasts seem firmer than before. I’m going to initiate the first test.” Twilight reached down and grabbed Pinkie’s breast, and was awarded with a shriek. She immediately let go, “what happened?! Are you hurt?! Oh stars I’ve maimed my marefriend!”
“Cold hands.”
There was a pause followed by a sigh of relief. “Sorry,” Twilight rubbed her hands against her thighs. “Ok let’s try that again. I’m going to massage your breasts in the same manner as to extract milk or fruit juice.”
“Ok,” Pinkie nodded. “You don’t have to sound so sciencey about it though,” she giggled.
“I want it to sound official in my notes. Now try not to squirm around, this might tickle.” Twilight proceeded to milk the noodles out of Pinkie’s breasts, but was met with less than success. A little piece of pasta was poking out of the right nipple, but when Twilight attempted to milk it out further it just pinched off in her fingers. More attempts were made with the same result. Little pieces of pasta littered the examination tray. Twilight let out a frustrated groan. “Well I can safely say that the spell worked. The only problem is extracting the pasta.”
A devious smile spread across Pinkie’s face. “Maybe you have to suck it out.”
“Maybe but I don’t think I could acquire a milking machi...wait.” Twilight looked at Pinkie who was wiggling her eyebrows and grinning. “Oooh ho ho,” Twilight mock laughed. “You little sneak. You planned this from the start didn’t you?”
Pinkie had the biggest grin on her face, “maaaayyyybe.”
“Fine then I’ll suck the pasta out. But after this you’re paying for the next date.”
“Deal!”
Twilight braced herself by placing her hands on Pinkie’s shoulder and stomach. She leaned down and gently wrapped her lips around Pinkie’s right nipple. As she began to suck, she felt her mouth fill with slightly warm pasta in one long strand.
Pinkie let out a surprised squeak. “Whoaooah that feels super duper weird!”
Twilight raised her eyebrow, bit the strand of pasta, chewed and swallowed. “It tastes like fresh egg noodle. You’re not in any pain are you?”
Pinkie shook her head, “nope, it actually feels pretty good. Weird but the good kind of weird.”
Now it was Twilight’s turn to grin, “well then, I do believe this requires further testing.” Without waiting for a response she dove back down and began sucking more noodles into her mouth. After about ten minutes, in which time Twilight had climbed up onto the table in order to suck on Pinkie’s other breast, she was starting to become full. Pinkie on the other hand, had been making increasingly lewd moans.
Just as She was about to reach her limit, the library door flew open. “See darling, I knew she’d… be…” four ponies stopped in there tracks at the scene they’d just walked into.
Twilight whipped her head up, pulling the pasta out of Pinkie too quickly.
Pinkie’s eye bugged out and she let out the loudest, most pleasurable sounding moan they had ever heard. They all froze.
Pinkie was panting hard. Twilight was straddling her, a string of pasta connected to her mouth and Pinkie’s breast.
Rarity blinked first, and fainted backwards onto Rainbow.
“Boy howdy… how did… I don’t…”
Twilight’s only response was biting the pasta and letting the strand fall onto Pinkie’s stomach.
Applejack sighed, “I’m just gonna go.” She took off her hat and handed it to Fluttershy, who immediately hid her face behind it. Picking up Rarity, Applejack turned and left.
Fluttershy slowly backed out of the room, never coming out from behind the hat.
Rainbow just stared at Twilight, who raised her eyebrow. “Ehh, I’ll just close the door behind me.”
With the door now shut, Twilight finished chewing and swallowed her mouth full of noodles. She looked down, “you were right about the library. I think I’ll be buying that next dinner after all.”
Pinkie just smiled a dopey smile. “Ok.”
Author's Note
And there you have it. A silly idea that took me three days to write (editing included). As stated in the description, this story is a spinoff from this one. Hopefully it’s the first of many fics to happen in the Drinkmareverse, I concept I hope will gain more popularity over time. I feel like I should say more but I don’t know what else to say, so I’m just going to stop talking. I hope you enjoyed this. Bubye
