3. Pinkie Pie: Candyshop

3. Pinkie Pie – Candyshop

 

She rolled over, drenched in sweat, strangled in sleep by short, panicked breaths.  He was coming.  He was coming.  He was here.  From behind the damned alien swarmed darkness, the thing that brought it, the thing that really ruled.  In the sliver of time between night and day it was God, and from that gap it sought to again seep across everything—but only Bon Bon could see it for what it was.  Lyra left her, faded into shadow, chasing after the alien of her dreams.  The shadow saw her hurt and seized the moment.  He was coming.  He was coming.  He was here.  She wanted to scream, but he would not let her.  He swarmed over her, around her, through her, into her.  No escape.  No escape.

 

Bon-Bon awoke, drowning in the memory, terrified by the narrow moment of clarity that was the reward of her subconscious fighting.  But that clarity faded just as quickly.  She could still feel what let him in and what made him strong.  Despite the cold sweat, her whole body burned.  Her legs ached.  Her head ached.  Her stomach ached.  Her heart ached.  A vast maw opened wide, wisps of terrible power leaking from her eyes.  There was no hope.

 

Bon Bon hungered.  She didn’t exactly know for what it was she hungered.  It was more than food and more than sex.  She’d tried both and both left her feeling empty.  She hungered for something more.  He hungered for something more.  She would surely die without it.

 

Her clarity vanished and all that remained was the terrible shell.  They hungered for control.

 

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Once upon a time a very intelligent Princess would have to dart from one end of town to another to contact all of her friends.  They would be scattered, pursuing their varied dreams in their own unique ways.  But that felt like a long, long time ago.  Now a very intelligent Princess could reliably discover at least half her friends hunkered down in a certain bakery smack in the middle of town.  The bell over the door to Sugarcube Corner went ding-a-ling and, sure enough, the haggard Princess Twilight Sparkle discovered Rainbow Dash, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie gathered around a table brimming with muffins, pastries, and cookies.

 

Rainbow Dash was a big, blue barrel of a pony.  She was entirely overfed, bulging in every direction, wobbling with every motion, but she’d long since plateaued, grown surprisingly strong, and regained a shocking amount of speed.  Granted, she wasn’t nearly as fast as before, but once she got going there was not a thing in Equestria that could stop her momentum.  She’d halted her gain and even lost some weight before evening out by refusing to graze.  She’d eat no snacks or little treats as cheats between meals, but when breakfast, lunch, and dinner rolled around she could eat enough to feed an entire house.  And so she would, stuffing herself until moving around was itself a worthy workout routine.

 

Rarity was not near as big, but unlike Dash she was still expanding fast.  She didn’t stuff herself like Dash, but grazed on expensive sweets and decadent treats all day long.  She didn’t visibly wobble like Dash… yet, but she seemed to purposefully fidget, stealthily rubbing her growing thighs against one another, swinging her rear in exaggerated fashion when she turned, rocking herself left and right as she walked so as to make her middle swing.  Where Rainbow dealt with weight as a consequence of her love for food, Rarity seemed to be enjoying the whole package, living every moment such that she felt every inch of her glorious body.  Twilight could have just brushed it off, except she kept knocking over furniture and breaking dishes with her exaggerations, blushing with guilty pleasure every time she underestimated her weight and movements.

 

Pinkie Pie was once the chubbiest pony, but now seemed altogether lithe in comparison to the pegasus and unicorn.  She was merely rosy, bouncy, and soft, with poofy hair, poofy cheeks, and barely perceptible curves here and there that gave her that warm, rounded, fun appearance they’d all learned to love.  She’d once eaten the most of anybody, capable of destroying entire cakes in single swallows, but was overshadowed by her suddenly larger friends.  For some time she’d simply let them go by, but in the past week Twilight had noticed Pinkie more likely to join them in their extremely frequent visits to the bakery; Pinkie didn’t just serve them, she made sure to eat with them.

 

Princess Twilight struggled with what to do.  On one hand she wanted to love, accept, and encourage their friends in whatever it was they really wanted to do.  If it meant they were fit like other ponies, that was great.  If it meant that they’d be on the heavier side, that would be fine, too.  But on the other hand, they had their responsibilities to consider.  They were the Elements of Harmony, the chief defenders of Equestria.  If things kept up, they’d be too round to rise to the task; they’d be the Elements of Gluttony.  Or maybe she was overreacting?  After all, it wasn’t like their weight was debilitating.  Nonetheless, Twilight wondered, standing in the doorway, staring into space.  Pinkie Pie licked icing from her lips and noticed.

 

“Oh Twiiiilight~ don’t just stand there, silly!  It’s cold out and if you don’t move it, my cheeks won’t be the only ones frosted around here!”  Pinkie laughed at her play on words as Twilight snapped from her reverie.   “And…”  She struggled to continue amid giggles.  “And your plot is not so bold to keep you hot when it’s cold!”  Pinkie poked Rainbow in the rump and promptly fell backwards out of her chair in a fit of merriment.

 

“You should really leave the rhyming to Zecora,” said Dash plainly, between mouthfuls of cookie.

 

“I thought you were avoiding the sweets between meals?”  Twilight watched in awe as chocolate chips and coconut crèmes vanished down the pegasus’ doughy neck.

 

“I spipped beckfapfts.”  Crumbs spewed from Rainbow’s mouth as she justified her excess.

 

“Twilight, you look exhausted.  Come and join us!  Pinkie has made this wonderful batch of chocolate drizzled croissants and… I’ve never had anything like them!”  Rarity praised the half-eaten baked good in her hoof, covered in more of a glaze than mere drizzle.  She crossed her legs as she swallowed and closed her eyes in pleasure.  A moment later she realized she was starting to caress middle and immediately pointed at Twilight with the same hoof.  “And you’re all skin and bones.  When was the last time you ate?”

 

“I had oats and daisies for breakfast and… who are you, my mother?”  Twilight glared with mild frustration.  It was bad enough for her friends to be comically out of shape, it was worse to be criticized for not following them.  All the wear and tear of the past few weeks… months… year?  Time folded into itself like it was Dash’s neck ever since Celestia had elevated her to royalty.  The work never ended and she often struggled to find time to just relax with her friends.  And every span of space and time seemed to change them—at least physically.  Twilight wasn’t hungry and for the moment felt incredibly distant.  “I…”  Her voice choked and words undecided caught in her throat.  “I… ugh!”  Twilight turned and stormed out.  Damn the work.  Damn the pressure.  Damn the world and her changing friends.  Damn the wings and the crown.

 

“Twuh…”  Rainbow nearly gagged on a mouthful of cookie, swallowed it all with some effort, and then chased after, sending the table and all its treats flying as though it were weightless.  “Twilight!”  Rainbow squeezed through the door and rumbled after her distraught friend.  Rarity followed close behind, leaving Pinkie Pie behind to clean up the mess.  Pinkie wanted to help, but at the same time didn’t know what had Twilight so upset.  She wanted to follow, but the Cakes were out catering and she was the only one around to tend the store.  So Pinkie stayed behind, lapping up treats.

 

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Tonight was one of those extremely rare nights where partying really would have been inappropriate.  The others had raced after Twilight to Golden Oaks.  It’d taken some time for them to calm her down and get her to talk about what had her so frustrated and short tempered.  Nobody was going to be of a mood to do anything tonight; even Pinkie knew when her brand of bold and booming joy wasn’t the answer.  Maybe tomorrow night.  Definitely tomorrow night.

 

So Pinkie Pie lay in bed, bored, nibbling on snickerdoodles with one hoof, hugging Gummy against her chest with the other.  She loved every detail to food.  She loved making it, eating it, sharing it.  She loved experimenting with it.  She loved the infinite flavors of the universe.  She loved the warm satisfaction as her tummy stretched and gurgled, let alone the rare wonder of actually being full.  She loved it all unabashedly; she could eat alone or with friends.  But she preferred the latter.  The only reason she didn’t eat more is because doing so would take away time better spent with friends.  Eating food with friends was pretty much the best thing ever.  So it still boggled her why Twilight would be upset.  Doughy Dash and Rolly-Polly Rarity meant big friends who could finally understand her own love for food and really share in it; why was that a bad thing?

 

Pinkie reached over for another cookie only to find the plate empty.  She frowned for a split second before smiling, then giggling.

 

“Gummy, did you eat all my cookies?”  Gummy blinked.  “You better be careful or you’ll get a real gummy tummy Gummy!”  Pinkie looked past the tiny alligator to her own middle, bulging from her constant snacking.  She smiled and rubbed it with her free hoof.  Did she mind?  She wasn’t sure.  On one hand she didn’t really want to be as big as Dash; how could she stay her bouncy bubbly self if the ground shook and floorboards cracked every time she jumped?  On the other hand… her stomach was still rumbling for more, and being full, truly full… there was little else like it.

 

Pinkie set Gummy down on the bed and rolled over out of it, landing evenly on her hooves with a thud.  How many cookies had been on the tray?  She forgot.  It didn’t matter.  Pinkie trotted downstairs, mind tumbling as much as her stomach, weighing the merits of weight.  There were practical concerns.  Rarity seemed to knock things over more often with her extra pounds.  Rainbow sometimes struggled to stop her own momentum after larger meals.  Would those changes matter if they had to defend Equestria again?  The Elements of Harmony served an important role as defenders of… well everything!  Maybe that’s what Twilight was worried about.  The lights downstairs were all turned off, the bakery closed for the evening.  Pinkie opted not to raid her own supplies again and instead slipped through the darkness and out the front door.  The passage through the frame jogged her thoughts.  Their physical fitness shouldn’t matter even in the most terrible of battles—it was the magic of their friendship that made them strong and carried the day, without fail.

 

The earth pony considered racing directly to Golden Oaks to share her revelation with Twilight, but she opted against it.  Pinkie had a hard time putting her thoughts to words sometimes, which her friends interpreted as airheaded randomness.  If she raced over before figuring out a presentation, the already flustered Twilight might get upset again.  So instead she’d wait a day and give herself time to sort it all out in a way that Twilight would respect and understand.  Pinkie stopped walking and smiled; she hadn’t always been able to stop and plan things out like that!  A brainy Pie—imagine that.  Could the universe handle a force that powerful?  Oohhhh boy, villains beware!

 

This discovery of her newfound power called for a reward.  Pinkie skipped along, stomach churning from the vibrations, through the town square, down an alley, and around the corner.  Sugarcube Corner closed early in the evening simply because the Cakes needed time to spend with the babies.  But Bon Bon’s Confectionary & Café stayed open late, and Pinkie had a sweet tooth that needed satisfying.

 

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The bell over the door rang and Bon Bon looked up to find Ponyville’s premiere party planner bouncing in.  The confectioner’s heart fluttered, then settled into hunger.  Pinkie Pie rarely came to the candy store, despite her commonly known love for all things sweet, since she worked in a bakery and preferred to cook for herself.  At night she was usually partying with friends.  But tonight was clearly different—no friends, just Pinkie, bubbly and giggly and already rather full looking.  Bonnie took a breath and restrained herself.  Across her eyes flashed sweet memories of bounding over the counter to tackle Lyra as she snuck in, a frenzied stumble to lock the door, close the store, and return to her everything.  The urge surged and it was all she could do to keep her hooves planted to the ground.

 

“Welcome to BB’s C&C; what sweet treat will you eat?”  The response was a tidal wave of sound and excitement, as Pinkie Pie jumped from one display to another, babbling out words so excitedly that Bon Bon could not hope to make sense of anything.  But despite all the energy, Bon Bon’s probing eyes confirmed what she’d already suspected—Pinkie was already full of some kind of treat, her tummy poking out just a little further than it ought to.  The confectioner stared as her breathing deepened, burning power spreading from her chest to her every limb.  Another Element was before her, ripe for the taking.  She decided to interrupt and take command of the opportunity.  “Perhaps I might suggest a free sample?”

 

“Oh boy, I’d love one!  Free samples are the best.  We used to give free samples at Sugarcube Corner but we had to stop because so many ponies were sampling it wasn’t really sampling anymore it was just free food!”  Pinkie continued on, her eyes darting from candy to candy on display.  Bon Bon slid over to the side and unlocked a small cabinet.  Wonderful fragrances bloomed forth:  chocolate, honey, cinnamon, sugar, mint, and molasses.  Inside was only an unassuming paper bag.  Bonnie opened it up and retrieved a golf ball sized chocolate, drizzled in something red, bursting with delicious scents.  Pinkie’s spastic observations had ceased the moment the smell hit her and her eyes fixed on the morsel.  Bon Bon placed it on the counter and Pinkie inhaled deeply, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head.  “What… is it…?”

 

“This, Pinkie Pie, is my crown jewel, my secret recipe.  It’s so good, the first one I made gave me my cutie mark~”  Bon Bon motioned to her flank.  “The first person to try one had never enjoyed anything as much before or after… at least for a while.”  Bon Bon shook off a brief frown and focused on her new prize, front hooves brought up onto the counter, salivating over the sample before her.  “I can’t tell you what’s in it, Pinkie; if I did my secret would be out and my little store here would be ruined.  Normally I charge more bits than you probably make in a month for just one.”  Bon Bon reached across the counter and touched Pinkie’s hooves.  “But there’s so much joy you bring to all of us, wonderful fun that you don’t get credit for… so consider this a token of my thanks:  my Bon Supreme.”

 

Pinkie was touched, her wild delight transformed to a heartfelt smile.  Pinkie grasped Bonnie’s hooves, sending the slightest jolt of excitement through the confectioner.  Still holding hooves, Pinkie reached her head down, inhaled the mysterious concoction of smells one last time, and then gingerly consumed the Bon Supreme whole.

 

A switch flipped in Pinkie’s mind and body.  Oh.  She closed her eyes.  Oh.  Her heart’s racing beat slowed to a crawl, blood pumped by only the occasional thunderous, confident beat.  Oh.  Her tastebuds ignited, every flavor she’d ever loved alive upon them.  Oh.  Her muscles relaxed.  Oh.  Standing was hard.  Oh.  Warm pleasure seeped through her body.  Oh.  She felt herself sliding down the front of the case, Bon Bon still holding onto her front hooves.  Oh.  She felt like jelly.  Oh.  Her skin and coat tingled wonderfully.  Oh.  Her hindquarters felt very, very warm.  Oh.  Oh.  Oh.  Words failed her.  She realized she was on her back and opened her eyes.  Bon Bon stood over her, straddling her, her eyelids lowered into a sultry gaze.

 

“Did you like it?”  Bon Bon spoke with a quiet fry.

 

“Mhm…”  Pinkie hummed, body too relaxed to speak.

 

“Do you want more?”  Bon Bon lowered herself closer to Pinkie Pie, only the thinnest air separating them.

 

“Mhm…”  Pinkie hummed, eyes fixed on Bon Bon’s own.  Bon Bon smiled and took a deep breath.

 

“Do you want me?”  Bon Bon lay herself upon Pinkie, face to face, tummy to tummy, hindlegs entwined, forelegs stretched out together.  Pinkie might have thought about it, but there was no chance of that.  The Bon Supreme was the greatest thing she’d ever tasted.  It was possibly the greatest thing she’d ever felt.  The only other thing comparable were the shockwaves of color that inspired her so long ago on the rock farm.  She was so relaxed, so happy, so… oh.  And above her stood Bon Bon, wanting, warm, providing; the one who’d given her the most amazing treat in the world.  Her body still tingled, little shocks of pleasure sizzling at every inch of contact with the mare above her.

 

“Mhm…”  Pinkie’s hummed, her muzzle suddenly locked with another.  Oh.  Joy.  Oh.  Pleasure.  Oh.  Everything.  Oh.

 

More.

 

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“Alright Pinkie Pie, I worked extra hard, extra fast this morning, so you better have something good and ready!”  Rainbow Dash burst through the door, drenched from head to toe.  The weather called for a cold, driving rain starting early in the afternoon to last for at least a day, which meant a lot of heavy clouds to haul and push around.  Dashie’s vast stomach growled angrily.  “Uh… Pinkie Pie?”

 

Pinkie Pie leaned against the counter, her head leaned against a hoof.  A lollipop stick poked out of her mouth; her eyes stared off into space.  Her other hoof was motioning in a circle below the counter where Dash couldn’t see… was she rubbing herself?

 

“Hello Pinkie Pie!  Equestria to Pinkie, can you hear me?”  Rainbow waved a hoof in front of her friend, who finally seemed to notice but didn’t break her reverie.  She slowly turned from her favorite unremarkable spot on the wall, neck loose, and looked dreamily at Rainbow Dash.  Now pressed against the counter, Dash confirmed that Pinkie was massaging a much distended belly.  Pinkie smiled, stopped rubbing, removed an oversized lollipop, inhaled slowly, and spoke lazily.

 

“Hiii Daaashie~”  No longer leaning against a hoof, Pinkie reached out and playfully poked Dash in her doughy chest, giggling.

 

“Are you… did you eat too many brownies again?”  Rainbow glanced around quickly and lowered her voice.  “Please don’t tell me you ate them all.  Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you make another ‘special batch’ of those things?”  Dash waited in silence as Pinkie let out a tiny “heh” and swayed a moment.

 

“Nnooo you silly billyyy~”  Pinkie Pie put the lollipop down on the edge of the counter, not really paying attention, and let it fall of the edge to the floor.  Rainbow, bewildered, did not refuse as Pinkie leaned over, reached out, and pulled Dash against the counter for a hug.  The baker’s voice lowered to a whisper.  “Dashie.  I have a question.”

 

“Yeah, I got questions, too… what,” Dash whispered.

 

“Why…” Pinkie squeezed her fat friend and rubbed her plush shoulders.  “How are you sooo soffft…”  Dash found herself awkwardly pinned against the counter by the combination of the pink pony stretched across to embrace her and her own weight.  Any hope of disentangling herself was shut out by the fact that her front hooves were smushed flat against the front of the counter by her prodigious middle.

 

“Oookay, I love you, too…”  Dash fidgeted and wobbled, but to no avail.  Pinkie was surprisingly strong or surprisingly heavy, which Dash couldn’t be sure.

 

“I like you soft.”  Pinkie pulled herself further across the counter, rubbing cheeks with the blue pegasus.  “How are you sooo soffft…?”

 

“I… uh… I guess I eat a lot…” Dash sputtered, flustered by her friend’s very physical affections.  Her wings tingled.

 

“Dashie… Dashie…”  Pinkie stopped rubbing cheeks and met Rainbow nose to nose, staring into her eyes.  “Could I be as soft as you?”

 

“Uhhh…”  Rainbow had no words, but instead took in Pinkie’s own warm breath and felt her wings begin to stiffen.  Pinkie gave Rainbow a proper eskimo kiss as she reached over to the side and grabbed something.  A moment later she pulled back just slightly, producing a cupcake between them.  Pinkie gingerly bit into one side, frosting smearing against her muzzle, and closed the gap again.  Rainbow opened up and felt sweet goodness and hot breath fill her mouth.  Her wings stretched.

 

It wasn’t until the third cupcake that Rainbow realized Pinkie had an entire tray of treats.  Each time was exactly the same—a slow presentment followed by a steamy share.  Pressed against the counter, Rainbow felt every bite go down and fill her, each ounce of pressure an incredible pleasure.  Rainbow lost count, but after a few more she felt Pinkie push her away from the counter and she fell on her back with a rumble.  Pinkie lay atop her, still nose to nose, tummy as round as a basketball, somehow with yet another cupcake.  Rainbow opened one last time and the two locked lips over their treat.

 

The bell over the door rung and Twilight stood aghast.

 

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Twilight Sparkle was an incredibly lithe pony, thanks to a strict diet, a high metabolism to match her magical capabilities, and overabundance of work to keep her moving lately.  But even before she became a princess, when she kept her head stuck in books all the time, the first two influences had kept her fit as a fiddle.  Fit enough to place respectably year in, year out in the Running of the Leaves.  She enjoyed being fit and, while she enjoyed the occasional treat, she’d never had any urge to eat as much as Rainbow or as sweetly as Rarity or Pinkie Pie.  She just didn’t get it.

 

So her attempts to understand and comprehend what was now evidently a “thing” in Ponyville had to be run through a different prism.  That prism shone a beautiful amber brown, light scattered through a single large cube of ice in the tumbler.  That prism went down smooth and smoky.  That prism helped a mind that never, ever turned off… turn off.  That prism was really the only thing that helped drive out the image of a swollen Pinkie Pie making out with the now typically huge Rainbow Dash in Sugarcube Corner.  That prism helped her calm down afterward.

 

And so Twilight poured two more glasses of whiskey:  another for herself and one for Applejack.  The brown liquor wasn’t really Twilight’s favorite, but it was a happy common ground between herself and the farmer.  Fluttershy abstained, but Twilight was reasonably confident she had her own wonderful vices.  Even daily spa visits couldn’t totally eradicate the lingering funk of her smoking.

 

How many was this?  She’d lost track.  Her tolerance was frustratingly high for such a small pony; she suspected it had something to do with magic.  Casting anything seemed to cut through the wonderful void and clear her up, which was unfortunate since she both drank and conjured when frustrated.  But eventually there was a beautiful, wonderful point where the infinite silence confounded that subconscious part of her brain that allowed her to make magic even when her conscious was a shambles.

 

“Rune… Rainbow Dash says… she says…”  Twilight was getting very close to that point.  “She says that Pinkie Pie ffucked… ffforced herself… ugh.”  Twilight levitated the glasses and realized that the casual magic had set her back.  Damn it all.  She passed one glass over to Applejack and sat down with her own.  “But… I mean… that’s… that’s just the cherry on top of… on top of… word.”

 

“The sundae?”  Fluttershy sweetly provided the missing part of the sentence, looking up from a box of juice.

 

“Yeah… yeah…”  Twilight exhaled in frustration and shook her head.  “I love them.  I love you all.  I love you Applejack.”

 

“I know Twi.”  Applejack was familiar with Twilight’s drunken stream of consciousness by now.  For the longest time she’d also responded with a friendly “love ya, too” but cut it out when it became apparent it was a trigger for some serious personal space violations.  Cherries on top of sundaes indeed.

 

“I’m worried.  I love them and I… am worried.”  Twilight nodded confidently at her profound statement, unaware that it wasn’t really profound at all.  Applejack swirled her glass before taking a gulp.

 

“Well sugar, I’m worried, too.  Pinkie Pie was always the roundest pony I’d ever seen outside a carnival.  I didn’t even realize we could get as big as… well as big as Rainbow Dash is now.  I don’t rightly know how it might hurt ‘em; I ain’t a doctor.  But it can’t be a good thing, can it?”  Applejack took another gulp and finished her glass; her own tolerance could put Twilight’s to shame.  “Feedin’ Dash and Rarity is a mighty task, and if Pinkie Pie follows ‘em…”  Applejack’s mind churned.  “It’s like one by one we keep having things happen that makes one of us turn to food.  Maybe it’s just a coincidence, and all, but the way Pinkie was actin’… makes me feel like somebody made her that way.  It’s all just too strange.”  Applejack shook the empty tumbler and Twilight slid the bottle of whiskey to her.

 

“Ssso what’d’we do?”  Twilight’s words ran into and over one another, her head never entirely still.”

 

“Ah dunno.  I got angry ‘bout it before; didn’t help.  Time was we could have done more active things together, but with how busy we all are nowadays, it’s a wonder we even get to see each other.”  AJ sighed.  “Ah guess we just… take ‘em as they are.  They’re grown mares—they can make their own decisions.”  Twilight sighed angrily and finished off her own glass.

 

“Fffriends get ffat and fffuck.  D’nothin…”  Twilight poked her nose into the tumbler, where it got stuck.  “You’re right.  Jus surprised… jus hope no bad comes.”  Twilight rolled over to her back, stretched out her limbs and wings, and closed her eyes.  She began to mumble something else, but the others couldn’t understand it.  Her horn glowed and sparked weakly and erratically as her mind plunged into total darkness.

 

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Pinkie Pie had eaten a lot of treats in her time.  She’d tried a lot of things… even things that good little ponies really ought not to experiment with.  She’d eaten the MMM almost whole.  She’d joined Fluttershy in all manner of experimentation, blowing up her mind with whatever ridiculous herb the unassuming vet had acquired.  But the Bon Supreme… it was better than them all.  It fired every good nerve in her body.  It made every taste bud on her tongue go wild.  It wiped out every shadow of an inhibition she’d ever had.  And best of all, so long as she kept going, its effects didn’t seem to fade.  The first night… after Twilight caught her with Dashie… she’d stopped eating and eventually settled down.  But when the first little crumb of cookie hit her tongue, the vivid sweetness overwhelmed her and she was right back at it.

 

She was always hungry.  Nothing new, really, but her endless appetite had been before restrained before.  But no more; she was hungry and with just how good it all was, she didn’t want to stop.  She couldn’t stop.  Pinkie stopped and thought.  She could stop, sure.  But she didn’t want to stop.  She didn’t ever, ever want to stop.  But so few could understand that, and still fewer could help her with it.  Rainbow sort of got it.  Pinkie hadn’t double-checked with Rarity because she was out in Canterlot for some month-long fashion extravaganza.  Meanwhile the Cakes had finally set limits on her free food after she’d nearly wiped out their stores.  Only one pony really, truly understood.  Only one pony really, truly could provide.

 

And so Pinkie stood at the door to BB’s C&C again, as she had night after night since first eating the Bon Supreme.   Beyond that door was everything she wanted.  All the candy and caress in the world.  Endless.  Boundless.  Aching want started from Pinkie’s hindquarters and rippled through her body.  A growing body.  Her belly was big as a beach ball, already distended, but still plenty able to stretch on and on.  Bon Bon had shooed her away earlier, during main business hours, so Pinkie Pie had gone home and baked up all her remaining flour and sugar into an assortment of cakes and cookies.  She’d eaten them all.  There was nothing left.  Nothing left but Bon Bon.

 

Pinkie nudged the door open and stared directly at the counter—a long rectangle jutting out into the middle of the store, around a space for the proprietor.  And there she was, her taffy hair pulled up in a bun and tied with ribbon, her buttermilk coat as wonderful as ever.

 

“Are you ready to party?”  Pinkie’s old personality shone through a certain sheepish submissiveness that seemed to grip her heart.  Bon Bon stared back, slowly cocking her head to inspect the earth pony.  For a moment Pinkie thought she’d be turned away again, but then the most beautiful smile stretched across Bon Bon’s face.

 

“Come in,”  said Bon Bon in a voice smooth like creamy peanut butter.  “Lock the door,” she continued, in a more crunchy tone.

 

“I’m so excited.  I’m so hungry!  I’m hungry-excited!  I’m hungrited.”  Pinkie’s hind legs pressed together as she began to gently bounce without actually leaving the floor.  Actually going airborne made a terrible racket when she landed now.  “I don’t have anything else to eat.”  Her broad grin collapsed into a frown.  Bon Bon responded methodically, her own smile reduced, but still there.

 

“I know honey-bunny.”  Bon Bon took a deep breath.  She’d been waiting for the right moment.  Waiting for Pinkie to burn through her money and resources.  Waiting for her to be really hungry again.  And now the time was right.  “I have a very special present for you again.”

 

“ANOTHER SUPREME!?”  Pinkie exploded in squeaky joy.  Bon Bon immediately cut her off.

 

“No, no… something different.”  Bon Bon lifted the entrance to behind the counter and beckoned.  “Follow me, my little buttercup.”  Pinkie complied, waddling after Bon Bon as she slinked to a solitary door at the back of the shop.  Pinkie had never been back there; she’d only seen Bon Bon disappear through the door and reappear with new candies.  It swung open with a creak.  On the other side was a large kitchen, not entirely unlike the one at Sugarcube Corner, although that one was more exposed to the customer.  At the back were stairs leading down into a basement.  Bon Bon went directly to them, stopped at the top, looked over her shoulder at Pinkie Pie, and smiled coyly.  Pinkie’s heart pounded, and not just for the workout of walking to the shop and through it.  Bon Bon descended.  Pinkie followed.

 

The baker followed the candymaker down, down, down, carefully navigating the steps.  They were steep, so she could really feel the extra weight in her stomach and rear pulled down by gravity, threatening to push her off balance and send her tumbling.  With each step something distant and tiny in the back of her head chirped concern.  With each step a far louder voice thundered her wants.  This was going to be something big and Pinkie wanted all of it, whatever it was going to be.  Her heart pounded.

 

The two finally reached the bottom and entered into a long hallway, dimly lit.  It had three doors—one on each side and one more at the end.  Bon Bon stopped and Pinkie, distracted by the noise of her own pulse booming in her ears, bumped into her.  Bonnie giggled.  Pinkie gasped, the brief contact sending shivers through her spine.  The candymaker put a single hoof to Pinkie’s lips and began to speak; oh how Pinkie wanted to lick that hoof.  Bon Bon always tasted like creamy white fudge.

 

“Through this door on the left is my present for you Pinkie, but I want it to be as big a surprise as possible.”  Bon Bon reached up with her other front hoof and worried the ribbon free from her hair.  “Will you let me cover your eyes for just a moment?”

 

“Okie dokie,” Pinkie whispered.  The ribbon gracefully swept before her eyes and she was blind.

 

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Twilight knocked one last time on the door to Sugarcube Corner.  They hadn’t spoken to one another for a week, which meant Twilight never got a chance to apologize.  It’d taken a few nights for her to figure out what to do, anyway:  one night to come up with an answer, and three more nights before the answer could make its way through her inebriated mind and take firm hold in her memory.  But alas, there was no answer.  Twilight sighed; Pinkie could be anywhere.  She began to scour her own memory for a spell that might help her find her friend, only to be interrupted by the perennially late mailmare, who crashed right into her.

 

“Oh… uh… ssorry Prrincesss Twiilight.  I didn’t see you therre.”  Derpy’s slow voice skidded against certain sounds as she apologized, her odd voice like that of a young colt.

 

“It’s okay.  It’s alright.”  Twilight got back up and brushed herself off.  Of course Derpy didn’t see her—it was already past dark and her vision was terrible to begin with.  Letters were strewn across the ground, but only one caught Twilight’s attention as Derpy collected them all again.  “May I see that one?”

 

“Ssorry Prrincesss Twiilight… but that would be mail fraaaud.”  Twilight sighed.

 

“Under the authority vested in me by the Royal Decree of Equestrian Public Safety, I demand that you turn that letter over to me at once.  It’s… uh… terrorism.” Derpy gasped.

 

“Terrrorrrrissssmmmm?”  The word tortured the poor mare.

 

“No it’s… yes.  Terrorism.  Now hand it over.”  Derpy complied.

 

“I ssurre am glad youu’re here to prrotect us, Prrincess.”  Derpy rapidly gathered up the remainder of the letters and galloped away, quietly afraid the letter was actually a bomb.  Really it was an unthreatening letter addressed to Pinkie Pie from the Coal Dust Railroad Company, Equestria’s largest transportation firm.  Twilight tore it open and found a brief letter attached to an invoice.

 

“Dear PINKAMENA DIANE PIE

 

Thank you very much for choosing Coal Dust Railways, Equestria’s number one provider of rail transit!  Please find enclosed your requested invoice for your recent purchase of ONE-WAY TKT—PNVL/APLS—TRN 1833, OCT 22.  If you have any further requests, please do not hesitate to contact any CDR representative at authorized stations throughout Equestria and beyond.”

 

Twilight began to tear up as she heard the train toot its horn in the distance; Pinkie Pie had left them for Appleoosa not thirty minutes prior.

 

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The aromas were even stronger than upstairs in the kitchen and shop—overwhelming and unidentifiable.  A gentle bubbling of something thick and viscous stood out in the silence; it sounded like the room was very large.  The master bedroom?  Pinkie bit her lip.  She was so hungry, as though she’d never eaten anything that day.  At last the silence was further broken by the gentle clopping of Bon Bon’s hooves against the wooden floor.  Pinkie could feel her warm presence just inches in front of her, hot breath gently brushing against her muzzle.

 

“Say ‘ah’, my pecan sandie.”  Bon Bon’s voice was soft and buttery.  Pinkie Pie could barely think of anything but her and food.  Her stomach growled; she couldn’t feel the weight of her earlier binging anymore.

 

“Ahhh…”  Pinkie opened her mouth.  A warm dish met her lower lip.  Hot, creamy, delicious chocolate fudge poured in.  Electric joy rose through Pinkie’s skin as she greedily, happily gulped it down.  And gulped.  And gulped.  The saucer must have been huge; the fudge just kept coming even though Bon Bon was pouring it down Pinkie’s throat with some kind of haste.  All for the best though; Pinkie was so hungry she felt faint.  The gooey goodness slid down her throat and coated it, slipped into her stomach and warmed it, filling her.  Oh God it was so good.  Pinkie felt her muscles relax.  She wanted to sit down, but wanted more to stay up against the vessel, unwilling to move lest she let one drop fall to the ground.  At last the stream ended.  Pinkie licked her lips and nudged her head forward, trying to lick the bowl clean.  Bon Bon giggled and pulled it away.  Pinkie’s heart sank.  “Pleeeease?”

 

“My marshmallow peep, you can have all your heart desires.”  Bon Bon brushed a hoof against Pinkie’s plush neck.  “That is my present for you, my big surprise.  I’m going to give you everything you could ever want and more.”  Pinkie’s heart throbbed so hard it hurt, tingling her chest.  Her rump roasted in heat.  Another vessel met her lips, this one very cold.  Sweet cream poured in, mixing with the coat of fudge before rinsing it away.  Pinkie shivered.  It was rich and fresh.  Bon Bon poured it even more quickly than the fudge, its glory racing down into Pinkie’s depths as fast as she could swallow.  Breaths were short and infrequently, only when absolute necessary; breathing got in the way of drinking it all down.  Pinkie began to feel herself fill up again and she began to slowly lower herself to the ground.

 

She wanted it.  It was so good and rich and creamy and oooh so cold and so good and she didn’t want to go anywhere.  Keep it coming, more more more.  And so it did, far longer than Pinkie could have imagined.  How big was the glass pitcher?  A gallon?  Two gallons?  Did they make two gallon pitchers?  The cream didn’t feel like it was going to end.  Oh happy day.  Pinkie realized that she met the ground sooner than she’d anticipated—her tummy brushed against the floor and then met it entirely.  It hung much lower than just moments ago, swollen and heavy with fudge and cream.  She had a long way to go before she wasn’t on her legs, though.  The cream finally stopped and Pinkie gasped for air.  Her legs shook in a combination of joy and strain.  Each millimeter closer to the ground, the more pressure pushed against her stomach.  She could feel the baked goods from earlier swell as they absorbed the liquids Bon Bon poured down gullet.  Was she full?  No, not even close.  But… she was?  Each millimeter… tiny spasms of pain converted to pleasure as they signaled from her naval.  At last Pinkie was on her knees, her stomach spread against the ground.  It was the best she could do; she didn’t want to put all the weight on her middle.

 

“My little Piggy Pie…” Bon Bon graced a hoof across Pinkie’s distended side, sending the glutton into a fit of ticklish glee.  “I am yours.  Will you be mine?”  Pinkie longed for more.  More.  More please more.

 

“Yes.”

 

“All mine?”

 

“Yeah yeah, gimme.”

 

“Forever and ever?”

 

“Please yes, please God yes!”  Pinkie was shaking.  How was she not satisfied?  How… nevermind how.  Her stomach rumbled, churning through its decadent bounty.  She’d do anything for Bon Bon.  She’d do anything for more.  She’d get it herself but she still couldn’t see.

 

“I love you.”

 

“I love you, too.”

 

The blindfold fell.  Two large vases were knocked over before her, emptied of their contents.  At the foot of a vast canopy bed stood a gourmet buffet of candies, chocolates, and baked goods beyond anything Pinkie had ever seen.  Royal galas did not serve so much food.  Pinkie gasped excitedly, struggled back to her feet, her vulva dripping in pleasure as her belly sloshed and rocked, and waddled forward.  More.  She saw chocolate covered cherries and bars of fudge so thick you could build a house of them.  More.  She saw cakes fit for royal weddings, one-two-three.  More.  A bar of chocolate so big and thick, it must have weighed fifty pounds.  More.  Ice cream.  More.  Rock candy.  More.  Candied apples.  More.  Doughnuts stacked by the dozen.  More.  Pinkie couldn’t keep listing.  She was there.  Her face plowed into the stack of fudgy brownies and began gobbling them down.

 

Bon Bon’s own heart raced.  It worked.  It all worked.  Pinkie was hers, all hers.  For a brief moment, her searing emptiness was filled as Pinkie filled.  But not for long.  The same void seized her and cruel lust washed over.  Bon Bon made sure her strap on was secure, galloped up behind Pinkie, and mounted her; Pinkie squeaked and her legs buckled.  She landed on the floor with a thud and a yelp, searing pain shooting through her before it became pleasure again.  Her squeaks became less strained and more joyous, then more lewd, as Bon Bon thrust madly into her pulsing privates.

 

Bon Bon spread her limbs and encompassed her idol.  Her hooves could still reach too far around Pinkie’s middle—she wasn’t near as big and soft as Rainbow Dash.  That would take time.  Pinkie’s middle was vast and taut, less pink than red now.  Her ass, shoulders, neck and cheeks were all very plush, but she retained her basic form longer than the others had—she wasn’t wonderfully pliable yet.  That would take time.  And now she had time.  Hers, all hers.  Bon Bon wanted to cry in joy.

 

Instead she shrieked as she thrust, stretching out to grip as much of Pinkie’s bigness as she could, all the while imagining her bigger.  More.  Pinkie couldn’t eat anymore, not merely because her physical limit was reached, but because she was quaking in ecstasy.  More.  Pinkie moaned and mooed like a cow in heat.  More.  Juices gushed around the strap-on from the both of them.  More.  Sweat poured from the heat of their love and the heat of all the food in the room.  More.  Their brains fried and only instinct kept them moving, reacting.  More.  Bon Bon was on top, in control, and she always would be.  More.  Both came.  Pinkie seemed to melt a little into the floor; Bon Bon collapsed on top of her pink possession.  Both heaved and huffed exhaustion.  But where the body was spent and fulfilled, in each the minds remained willing, craving.  More.  More.  More.

 

Ecstasy passed into exhaustion.  Consciousness passed into sleep, then back to life.  Neither left the room.  Whether it was day or night neither could tell from so deep in the ground with nary a clock to be seen.  Neither cared.  Life blurred.  Pinkie ate.  Bonnie fed.  Both made love.  With each cycle through the woken world and sleep, Bon Bon explored her growing pet.  She slung measuring tape over her backside and kept track of every inch added.  Sometimes she massaged Pinkie’s ass and tested how deeply she could press her hoof before buried sinew stopped it.  Her favorite was to press her foreleg along the crease between the baker’s ass and leg, to see if the mass could fold over and around her arm yet.

 

Sometimes she playfully stood between Pinkie and her meals, demanding Pinkie “go through her”, which Pinkie, with a giggle and a waddle, always did.  Pinkie would make her way over, raise her rear in the air, then drop it and thrust forward, bumping Bon Bon down.  Bon Bon laughed every time as Pinkie then carefully walked over her, expanding middle hung over the master.  Bon Bon would shout orders from beneath as Pinkie ate—lower, rise, jiggle.  Pinkie obeyed.  Bon Bon couldn’t decide which part or order was her favorite.  Pinkie was increasingly soft at the beginning, her mere round plump figure giving way to soft fat that could be played with.  Bon Bon would stroke the belly fat briefly, eliciting little yelps from the ticklish Pinkie.  Then she’d command Pinkie to lower and feel the multiplying folds bury her.  Finally she’d call “jiggle” and feel the earth pony wobble atop her, warm waves rocking the both of them.  Other times, Bon Bon would make her stand the whole time and just wait for Pinkie to eat enough for her stomach to reach down and meet her.  That took more self-control, but was immensely satisfying.

 

Other times, Bonnie would just climb atop Pinkie’s back and droop her forelegs around Pinkie’s thick neck for a long, long hug.  Pinkie couldn’t decide if she liked this best or worst:  it was the sweetest, most comforting embrace, but it meant supporting Bon Bon’s weight in addition to her own.  Bon Bon meanwhile would pick specific things from the table and feed them to Pinkie, the lover licking her hoof daintily clean.  Sometimes Bonnie would just start to doze, the sensation of Pinkie’s swallowing passing between her arms, growing tummy gurgling between her legs, hearts beating against one another.  She would dream of the day when she couldn’t reach all the way around Pinkie’s neck.  Bon Bon concluded those moments were the best of all, because it was only then that she had a hard time asking for more.

 

Behind them stood the closed door to the room.  Pinkie Pie never noticed just how tiny and narrow it was.  Why would she?  Everything she wanted was here.  Her food.  Her bed.  Her loving master.  Her everything.  What else was there?