Pinkie Pie Sucks at Riddles

by StuffGuy123

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Sphinx, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Fetish
Length: 1290

Pinkie Pie must answer three riddles. If only she knew how dire the consequences for losing were.

Did a collab with a talented artist I know, ShiroTanuki. He made a piece of art and I wrote a fic to go with it. Can't link to the art in question here, but definitely check him out!

While separated from her friends, Pinkie Pie crosses paths with an upset Sphinx. In order to escape, she must correctly answer at least one out of three riddles. The penalty for losing is, well... less than desireable.

Content warning: Nudity, Vore.

Published 2024-07-29 05:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-07-29 05:10:00 UTC

The Only Chapter

“Halt!” A loud feminine voice boomed.

“Eep!” Pinkie Pie jumped in surprise, turning her gaze and looking up.. up… up… at the massive Sphinx towering over her, a scowl on her face. “Oh, hi!” She chirped, quickly recovering from her little scare. “Wow, you’re big! Anyways, I got separated from my friends and I’m kinda maybe sorta a little lost do you maybe know the way out of here—”

“Silence!” The Sphinx roared, silencing Pinkie. She knelt down on one knee, bringing herself closer to the intruder. “You are trespassing in my territory. For this you must answer!”

“Is that was the sign back there was about…?” Pinkie thought aloud, tapping her chin with a finger. “I’m duper duper sorry, miss Sphinx, just tell me the way outta here and I’ll be out of your hair!”

The Sphinx leaned in even closer, an angry snort of air from her nostrils kicking up dust around Pinkie. “If you wish to leave this place alive, you must first answer three riddles…” Said the Sphinx. “Answer at least one correctly, and I shall lead you to the exit. Answer all three incorrectly, however…” Her voice trailed off, as a slight smirk formed on her lips.

“Oooh! I love riddles!” Pinkie clapped excitedly. “Show me what you got!”

The Sphinx rose up to her full height, her toned, hourglass figure towering over Pinkie Pie. “Very well. The first riddle is as follows. They come out at night without being called, and are lost in the day without being stolen. What are they?”

Pinkie thinks for a moment. “Uhh… shadows…?”

The Sphinx shakes her head. “Incorrect.” She leaned down again, a massive hand reaching for Pinkie, who squeaked in surprise. She brought the tiny mare up to face level, holding her in an open palm. “The answer was ‘Stars.’”

“Woah H-hey!” Pinkie yelped in surprise.

The Sphinx continued without missing a beat. “When you stop to look, you can always see me. But if you try to touch me, you can never feel me. Although you walk towards me, I remain the same distance from you. What am I?”

A few beads of sweat formed on Pinkie’s brow. “Is it… a kite? Like, if you’re flying a kite and you walk towards it, it’ll just stay the same distance since it’s on a string blown by the wind!”

“Wrong again. The correct answer was ‘The Horizon.’” The Sphinx intoned. Pinkie suddenly found herself dangling by her arms in the Sphinx’s grasp, as her clothes were deftly removed by the Sphinx’s other hand.

“Hey! Wh-what are you doing!? Pinkie crossed her legs, trying to preserve her modesty as a hot blush adorned her cheeks.

Ignoring her protests, the Sphinx continued again. “Last chance. Answer incorrectly, and you are mine.”

“Y-your slave…? Your p-prisoner…?” Pinkie stammered nervously.

“My dinner.” The Sphinx gave a fanged grin, licking her lips in anticipation, reveling in Pinkie’s look of disbelief and fear.

Pinkie gulped nervously, the gravity of her situation dawning on her as she shivered, both from fear and the cold breeze washing over her naked form.

“In a tree, there are ten birds. A hunter shoots and kills but one bird. How many birds yet remain in the tree?”

Pinkie seemed disbelieving for a second, before a look of hope crossed her face. “W-well that one’s obvious! Nine! Nine birds!”

A low chuckle rose from the Sphinx’s throat. “Your answer is… incorrect.”

Pinkie’s heart dropped. “N-no! How can that be wrong!?”

“The answer is one. One bird. At the sound of the shot, all the others flew off, leaving only one bird left: the one killed by the hunter.”

“That’s not fair! How was I supposed to know that!” Pinkie cried, struggling in the Sphinx’s grip.

“Life is not fair, little snack.” A small growl was heard from the Sphinx’s belly. “But now, I hunger, and your flesh will make excellent sustenance. Goodbye, pink one.”

“W-wait! Wait!!! We can talk about this, please don’t eat me!” Pinkie shrieked as the Sphinx opened her massive maw, lowering her towards it with little ceremony. Her feet made contact with the moist tongue and she gasped. The Sphinx’s hot breath contrasted with the cool air around her as a pair of lips closed around her legs, sucking gently. She felt the tongue eagerly tasting her feet and legs as more of her was pulled into the wet confines of the mouth. “No! Please! Don’t!” Pinkie’s cries fell on deaf ears as the lips parted once more, allowing her a glimpse into the wet cave before her, the throat looming ominously in the back, ready to claim her nubile flesh. Before she knew it, her full body was supported by the tongue and she felt the Sphinx release her grasp on her hands.

Pinkie’s arms flailed outside the mouth, looking for purchase but finding none as the tongue curled up behind her head, slowly pulling her inwards, belly down. She craned her neck, looking into the maw fearfully as tears welled up in her eyes. To her horror, she saw, and felt, her legs cresting the base of the tongue. “P-please…!” She whimpered as she was pulled fully into the maw, the lips sealing her within. For a few moments all was still, aside from her quivering, hyperventilating form. Then the tongue came alive beneath her, eagerly exploring her voluptuous, naked body. She yelped as it snaked up between her breasts, slathering her face with warm saliva as it curled around to reach every crevice it could. Pinkie tried to hold onto the tongue for dear life, but its quick motions and slippery surface made such a feat nearly impossible. A happy hum echoed from the throat behind her, vibrating through her whole body. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, all was still once more. But then came the moment Pinkie was dreading, as she felt her world tilt back. Already up to her calves in the throat, A small contraction of the powerful muscles pulled her further in as a soft ‘glk’ rang out.

“No! No no no no no!!!” Pinkie scrambled and thrashed and struggled with all her might, but it made no difference as the tongue lazily guided her further back, licking her shoulders and face lovingly. Then the final moments came. Two more powerful Gulps dragged her up to her hips, then up to her chest. She felt the uvula dragging up her back, then bumping against her head as she crested the base of the tongue. “Please!!” She screamed, salty tears streaking down her face, mixing with the saliva which lubricated her nutritious form, “I don’t want to die!!!” But only a moment later, the tongue curled back, forcing her into the throat as one final, powerful Glurk Dragged her screaming into the esophagus and down to her fate.

Outside, the Sphinx traced the sobbing bulge down her neck, before it along with its screams disappeared into her chest. She let out a happy sigh, reveling in the feeling of prey in her stomach, before returning to her survey of her territory.

Pinkie sobbed as the strong muscles squeezed her deeper and deeper, before she felt a tight ring of muscle at her feet, which loosened to allow her passage. She soon found herself squeezed into a space only barely less claustrophobic than the throat. She struggled weakly, pressing against the stomach walls to no avail. The stomach walls kneaded her gently on all sides, coating her nude flesh in thick enzymes, preparing her voluptuous feminine flesh for a slow, thorough digestion. As the hopelessness of her fate fully dawned on her, Pinkie had one prevailing thought in her mind: I hate riddles.