[Prose] Clingy Pink 2 (F/F, Soft)

	Waking up to the morning sun, you wake up with a start.  Finding yourself cuddled by your sugary roommate, you find yourself conveniently outside of her, laying on the colorful bed.  Not one to question freedom, you slip your thin frame from between Pinkie's legs as you slink off the bed.  Heading to the bathroom, you find your right foot caught in the tangled mess of pink tail.  As you glance back to free yourself, you find Pinkie awake, a sly smirk lining her lips.

	“Where do you think you're going Nonnie-Poo?”  The return of Pinkie's husky voice gave you chills, knowing full well what those half-lidded eyes wanted with you.

	“Uhh... bathroom?  I have to get ready for work after all.”  She clicks her tongue at you disapprovingly, reeling her tail in towards her as you trailed behind.

	“Took care of that yesterday, scrumptious.  Told them that you might be a little... wrapped up today.”  Pinkie gives you a throaty giggle as her tongue shoots out at you in an instant.

	“But, mmph!”  The lengthy organ wraps around your hips, up your arms and around your head, engulfing your entire body.  Pony morning breath pervades your nostrils as you hear Pinkie give a dopey moan of victory, her tongue in no position for speech.  Before you can think about escape, she withdraws her tongue in as quickly as it shot out, launching you directly into the barren stomach with a wet slap as your half-naked body slams against the slick lining.  You lay against the living flesh, dazed at the speed of your entry.  With an open palm, you slap the ceiling in frustration as the space around you shrinks to fit your body.

	“Naughty Nonnie, last night was resting time for you, today is Pinkie time!  Make yourself comfortable, 'cause you'll be in there alllll day...”  Silently pouting to your landlord, you lay still, knowing she wants you to wiggle like a ninny for her pleasure.  Feeling her belly bounce as she walks down the stairs of the vacant confectionery, Pinkie hums a tune as her springy step throws you about her rumbling stomach.  Its desire for something digestible boomed in your ears as it futilely grinds down on your body.

	“Hmm... what to eat... what to eat...”  Your grumbles were drowned out by the exaggerated growls of the needy flesh.  Feeling Pinkie stand on her hind hooves as she perused the shelf tops for fresh produce, your hand explores what you believe is the underbelly of your pink pal.  Pressing your hand firmly on the elastic walls, an innocent titter echoes above you.

	“He hee... that tickles Nonnie!  Don't worry, I think I found the perfect breakfast...”  Without warning, your confines warp as cold frosting splashes across your face.  The oily atmosphere only becomes greasier as you wiggle your fingers against the soft bread that accompanied the surge of dairy.

	“Eww... Pinkie!  A warning at least!”  Every shift you made only crammed soggy crumbs into the tiny crevasses of your body as the stomach eagerly shoves the sweet mush all over your body.  Every inch of your body  is coated in sugary dessert as you feel the harmless tickle of digestive fluids mix with the soft mush that sat at the bottom of Pinkie's belly.

	“Don't worry, there were a few whole strawberries with that cake!  You can have those if you can find them.”  A playful laugh shakes your messy confines as she punctuates her joy with a snort.  You groan as a hard object tumbles off your back and onto your lips.  Quickly realizing what it was, you begrudgingly take it into your mouth, briefly turned off by the sour coating of acid on it.  A few chews and a forced gulp later, you sigh as you attempt to search for Pinkie's lower belly once again.

	“That sure tickles...what'chu doing anyway in there?”  A hoof presses against your head from outside as Pinkie feels your body's outline.

	“Nothing Pinkie, but you might want to be in your room in a few minutes.”  Feeling a distant, firm lump press against your hand, you found your target.

	“Why's that?  Shop's not opening for another hour anyway, so might as well have some fun with you~”  With the clip clop of her hooves, Pinkie Pie makes her way up the stairs of the bakery and into her room.  Leaping onto her bed, she falls back-first as she wraps her hooves around her rounded middle.

	“Oh, we'll see who's having fun after this...”  You push out one last time, giving the solid nub a quick squeeze between your fingers.  Your captor gives a surprised giggle at the sensation.

	“Found my bellybutton!  Sure feels weird from here...”

	“It's about to get a whole lot weirder Pinkie...”  Balling up your fists, you shift your body to give you an angle on the mare's lower belly.  Taking in the acrid air into your lungs, you throw several firm punches towards the bellybutton, barely making contact with the innie with your knuckles.  As you concentrate all your force into your arms, you hear Pinkie drone out a question.

	“Whasss... happennin'...”  The foreign feeling of her sensitive button being pounded from within threw her into a mindless trance, the rhythmic thumps both relieving and numbing.  Pinkie's mouth hangs open as her mind blanks out to the concentrated force assaulting her from within, a trail of drool escaping her mouth.  Her hind legs twitches as she looses consciousness to the sheer overload of mixed sensations.

	Sweat, oil and frosting drip down your face as your unrelenting storm of blows slowly loosens the stomach's grip on your body.  Hearing Pinkie gargle out a moan of confusion gives you the queue to stop as you settle back into the relaxed belly.  While still coated head-to-toe in half-digested cake, at least you had room to move.  Picking at the crumbs that made their way into your unmentionables, you hear Pinkie's bedroom door creak open.

	“Umm... Pinkie... Nona was supposed to treat me today, so if you don't mind I...”  Fluttershy's eyes widen at the sight of Pinkie's legs splayed out in front of her as a puddle of drool forms beneath the pink head.  The meek pony stands speechless, unable to process what she's seeing.

	“Hey Fluttershy?  Mind giving me a hand, err... hoof?”  The muffled sound of your voice breaks the yellow pegasus out of her confusion as she walks over to the earth pony's side.

	“Oh, Nona!  Of course, just... give me a bit...”