Rubbery Cutlery

Rubbery Cutlery by Anon The Writeslut AKA Writeslut The Anon
Note that “BREAK” signifies where the document was originally separated for 4chan.
Done based on request.

>”You know where Diamond went!?”
The pink earth pony hopped around, cheerful and bubbly, as she always was.
>”Ah-huh! Follow me!”
Silver Spoon trotted after Pinkie, who turned and bolted inside Sugarcube Corner. She sighed. Pinkie being Pinkie. Again.
Sugarcube Corner was deserted, seeing as it was after hours and the Cake’s were out on a holiday, but the place felt slightly… Ominous?
>”Diamond Tiara is part of a special club that I run on the side! It’s super secret, and you have to pass a test to become a member! Do ya wanna try?!”
Silver Spoon took a step back in surprise, but calmed herself. She definitely wanted to be a part of this club, and she could handle a test or two...
>”Alright Pinkie, I’ll take your test…”
>”Great! Let me get set up!”
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Pinkie didn’t move. She just stood there smiling, staring…
>”Uh, Pinkie? Are you alright?”
>*SLAM!*
Silver Spoon nearly had a heart attack as every door and window inexplicably shut and locked themselves. Whipping around, Silver Spoon confirmed it for herself, before turning back to the party planner.
Pinkie Pie hadn’t moved an inch, but now there was a bicycle pump at her side…
Silver Spoon’s pupils shrunk. The rumors were true. The pink pony began to vibrate, before hollering…
>”First test! Volume!”
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Silver Spoon squealed in protest as she felt the hose slide inside her. She bolted.
>”Silly filly! Nopony’s allowed to end the test halfway through! That’s why the doors are locked!”
Pinkie Pie began pumping, causing the scrambling grey filly to topple over in surprise. Her tummy bulged, swelling out as the Pinkster began counting to exactly 201 full pumps.
>”N-no, stop, please!”
Pinkie did stop, however briefly.
>”8, 9, 10… No can do! Now try not to make me lose count! If you do, I’ll just have to start over!”
Silver moaned as her legs were pushed apart by her growing belly, eventually forcing  them entirely aside as Pinkie hit the late 20’s.
Silver Spoon wiggled her legs, vainly hoping that she could escape her swollen fate. Pinkie giggled at the display of defiance, watching the grey balloon ripple and stretch as she pumped in a steady rhythm.
>”50! We’re nearly 25 percent done, and you’re doing fantabulously!”
Silver Spoon groaned in desperation, already feeling the strain…
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>”124, 125, 126, 127…”
Silver Spoon timed herself for each pump, feeling her belly swell, creaking and groaning with every bit of added air. She gasped, the pressure becoming unbearable…
>”175, 176, 177, 178...:”
Silver Spoon whimpered as her hide lurched in every direction, stretch marks appearing as she could stretch no more…
>”195, 196, 197, 198…”
Her coat turned red from the strain as air was packed into her tight form. Silver Spoon noticed that Pinkie was wearing earplugs...
>”199…”
>*Grrrrrrrnnnnn…*
Silver Spoon shut her eyes.
>”200…”
>*Gnnnnnnnnk…*
She would’ve covered her own ears, if she could move her legs…
>”201! Yahoo!”
Silver Spoon opened one eye slowly, then the other.
>”I-I-I-I’m Ok?”
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Pinkie Pie beamed, she grabbed some measuring tape.
>”Yup! You passed the most important test! Normally I would test you for size-
Silver wiggled as Pinkie took her measurements.
>”-and shape-’
Pinkie scribbled on a clipboard.
>”-and pressure, but if you can make it past volume, nothing else matters! Here’s your membership card!”
Silver was too dumbfounded to speak as Pinkie Pie stuck a card in her mane, and trotted to a lever on the wall.
>”So off you go! Have fun and play nice!”
>*KLUNK*
A large trapdoor opened under Silver Spoon as Pinkie threw the switch. Slowly, Silver floated down, down, down, down…
Did I mention slowly?
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Silver Spoon alighted atop a squeaky mountain of ballooned ponies, landing at the peak and rolling down the side, coming to rest beside a large pink balloon with a squeak and a rub.
>”Hey Silver! I was wondering when you were gonna show up!”
Silver Spoon huffed, but calmed herself.
>”Hi DT. OK Silver, you’re blown up, trapped in a hole, and about to burst. It could be worse, you have your friend and you’re safe…”
Silver Spoon’s glasses slid off her muzzle, bouncing against the ponies below as it slipped down the empty space between them…
>*Kssssh!*
>*POP!*
Silver Spoon cursed as loudly as possible.