That's Not Delivery

Pinkie Pie was unimpressed with her situation. Twilight Sparkle’s doppelganger had blown up the school statue and she was now stuck in this world for a few months while the school underwent repairs. Sunset promised that when the statue was rebuilt it would open the portal back to Equestria which, if nothing else, was reassuring; until then Pinkie had to assume the identity of her own human counterpart while hers was gallivanting about in Equestria enjoying the delicious confections of her homeland. Delicious doughnuts, exquisite eclairs and chocolate mousse moose; the food in this world was filling enough but the flavors lacked a flair to them. Pinkie’s stomach groaned and she patted her tummy in sympathy.

Making matters worse was the excitement in her loins. While her body was human her biorhythm was definitely Equestrian. Defiantly Equestrian, even! If her bodily reaction to general skin on skin contact were any indicator she was deep enough in her cycle that a friendly back rub would be enough for her to need a change of undies. Fortunately she had found herself a part-time job delivering pizza to help keep her mind off her needs and more focused on her hunger.

The good news was that it was Sunday, after work today Pinkie would be free for two days and she could try to find and outlet for herself, The bad news was that it was Superbowl Sunday, and the amount of pizza that needed to be delivered ensured that her shift would be a long one. So, Pinkie sat in the seat of her delivery car reading her news feed and waiting for her co-worker to bring the next order out.

“Nine o'clock can't come soon enough…” Pinkie muttered, switching to her texting app.

“Hey Sunset, what's new?” Pinkie typed.

“Feeling great! How's work, Pinkie?” Sunset responded.

“It wouldn't be such a downer if I wasn't feeling the heat :(,” Pinkie answered.

Pinkie set her phone down and saw her co-worker coming out with the next delivery. Loaded up and the destination plugged into her GPS Pinkie Pie began her commute while letting the smell of tasty pizza make her forget her other needs. Pinkie idly thought about what her ponyville friends were up to and whether or not her own double had told them about the switcheroo. Waiting for the light to change Pinkie snapped to attention and looked at her phone in bemusement.

“Wait a minute! ‘Feeling great’? No way,” Pinkie Pie said, sparing incredulous glances to her phone.

At the nearest available spot Pinkie parked and snatched her phone up and began texting Sunset once more.

“Sunny, quick question. You feeling that ‘pony time of year’?” Pinkie asked.

Pinkie stared intently at her phone, leaping at the response as soon as it came in.

“I was. Why?”

‘Was’? Past tense. Sunset had a secret, a method, a formula, a blessing, something that could soothe her.

“Sunset. I NEED you to tell me the secret,” Pinkie Pie typed.

The pause seemed endless, Pinkie bit her lip in anticipation and her loins throbbed in excitement for all the wrong reasons. Sunset's guide of relief was text to Pinkie, who read each and every message carefully not matter how shocking it all was. When Pinkie finally set her phone down her heart was racing, her head swimming with ideas and her hands trembling with a mixture of excitement and sexual tension. Pinkie started the car and took off to her next pizza delivery.


The house was nice. Two stories, white, a two car garage, wreathed by a garden of colorful flowers and a stone path way leading through a freshly cut lawn. Pinkie Pie double checked the address before pulling out the piping hot prescribed pizza pie from its heat saving jacket and rifling around her glove box for her surreptitiously sequestered sweet sprinkles and grasping the bottle between her palms.

Pinkie concentrated her magic. Commanding her magic in a variant manner of what Sunset had texted her. The sprinkles inside melted, assuming a gelatinous form before morphing to sparkling dust and then taking on more of look reminiscent of a lava lamp. The bottle has hot, the energy poured into the object, twisting and mutating the contents into what she desired.

The popping of the sealed cap signaled the end of the magic session and while the bottle cooled, what pinkie had left over was some incredibly sweet smelling dust that glowed as if a black light were being held over it. Pinkie looked at the house and took a calming breath before cupping a healthy pinch of the powder in her left hand and carrying the pizza in her right.

“Order up!” She yelled to the house.

Pinkie pie was giddy and anxious about what she was gonna do and only balked when she saw Flash Sentry, Derpy and Soarin answer the door.

“Hey! Pinkie Pie, what's new?” Flash said.

“Oh...no much,” Pinkie answered, regaining her composure. “What's going on here?”

“Game night. Me, Soarin and his girlfriend Derpy are gonna play cards and watch the game,” Flash explained “Wanna join?”

“Pizza? When did we order this?” Soarin asked.

“When you said you wanted a pie,” Flash answered

Derpy snorted, hiding her laughter behind her hand.

“That's not what...never mind,” Soarin began, before rolling his eyes.

Pinkie smiled and took the opening, flattening her hand out in front of her chin, she blew the dust into the air. It dispersed all over the place, like purple chalk dust and Flash got the worst it, flying into a coughing fit and stepping back away from the door. In only a moment though, Soarin and Flash stood at attention, staring tiredly at nothing and Derpy staring wide eyed at Soarin.

“Sure...I'll join, but we're gonna play something a little different from cards,” Pinkie said, undoing the button on her jeans and closing the door behind her.

“Three days off...one for each day,” Pinkie said, licking her lips “Derpy, take the pizza to the kitchen,”

Derpy did as told, robotically grabbing the pizza and walking in a stilted manner to the kitchen. Pinkie looked her boys up and down and gave them their first command.

“Strip,”

As with Derpy, the boys began to strip, from top to bottom, leaving nothing to the imagination when they were done. Pinkie looked down and was pleasantly surprised that both her boys came equipped. Nothing that would qualify the use of the term “truncheon” but certainly enough to leave her satisfied tonight. Sunset may not like what was about to happen to the man she was kindling an old flame of love with but nature had made its demand.

Pinkie opened her mouth and carefully, slowly and gradually began feeding Flash into her mouth. Smooth, silky hair tickled the roof of her mouth before being matted by drool and the young athlete's cheek pressed against her tongue before meeting the entrance of the throat.

Pinkie thought she heard a gasp and looked to see only Derpy standing at the entrance of the kitchen with the same dull expression looking in two different directions. A mumble from Flash in her mouth brought Pinkie's attention back to the task at hand and while pulling on his shoulders Pinkie swallowed.

Her throat gripped the crown of the teens head and with each swallow Pinkie realized that Sunset was right, the soft skin, the toned muscles, the light dusting of Equestrian magic; it was, in some ways, tastier than food back home. Swallowing up to his shoulders Pinkie tapped Flash's sides and was happily surprised to see he drew his shoulders in and folded his arms up against his body.

Pinkie worked her lips around and down the boy, her legs shaking as the weight of his body started sliding down her throat. Trading inch of Flash for inch of her standing up, by the time his hips were hitting the cusp of her lips, Pinkie was on all fours, rocking back and forth in time with her swallows and scooping up  bit more of Flash.

Pinkie felt her belly swelling underneath her and with one hand she guided Flash's legs down her hungry throat and stroked the side of her stuffed gut with the other. Flash curled up in his new home a series of dull grunts and groan coming from Pinkie's middle. Leaning back and half mounting her own belly, Pinkie closed her lips around her meals feet and clenched her fists for her final swallow, a thick, wet gulp that dragged the bulge that was Flash's legs smoothly from her throat, past her chest and giving a few more inches to her already burgeoning belly.

“Ooh...that,” Pinkie began before belching

Pinkie looked at Derpy and Soarin, standing idly by, watching what just happened with indifference. Pinkie burped again before giving her next two meals another order.

“Alright, help me onto the couch you two,” Pinkie said.

Soarin immediately moved to help and Derpy lagged behind by only a few seconds. Soarin braced himself to lift the huge gut that held his friend and Derpy took the other end, wrapping one arm under her belly and one around her chest the three worked in relative tandem to bring Pinkie to the couch and sit her down. The couch groaned in protest while Pinkie sat with her meal between her legs.

“Delicious...Hey, thanks for helping me up here,” Pinkie chirped looking back and forth to her two thralls.

“Neither of you care, do you? Flash is just below you, sitting in my belly, waiting to be digested,” Pinkie said, looking at Soarin's empty expression “You know what's gonna happen to him, right?”

Shifting around a little Pinkie found the remote and tested it on the TV, changing the channel.

“Sorry about this you two… but a girls got needs,” Pinkie said, leaning over and kissing Soarin “and you guys are gonna fill all my needs,”

Pinkie leaned over, kissing Derpy before her belly shifted. Pinkie burped in Derpy's face while her stomach groaned, either natural or from Flash reacting to stomach acid.

“You two are as good as food,” Pinkie said, pulling her friends close to her gut, “Last thing you could do is help me digest Flash...rub my belly,”

Sorrin followed orders with Derpy following close behind. Hands on either side of her belly, Soarin and Derpy approached the task in different manners. Derpy stroked the wide expanse of skin as if she were gently polishing a precious jewel and Soarin pressed deeper, and firmly worked Pinkie's belly as if he were trying to give the best massage he could.

All of this, while Pinkie sat back, watched T.V, silently thanked Sunset and planned to apologize to her for churning her old boy toy into belly chub. The process took hours, her body working hard to churn its huge meal into nutrients and the whole while Pinkie was nearly immobile, forced by her own gluttony to witness and marvel as the lumps and clefts across the surface of her skin evened out, softened and her belly shrunk to pot belly status.

Much to his credit, Flash didn't make much noise as he digested, a series of moans and groans that merged with the cacophony of stomach noises. All the while Soarin and Derpy continued their tummy rubs only stopping on orders to get some skin lotion for her distended midsection. The rhythmic sound of Pinkie's growing chunky gut lulled Pinkie to sleep, her body rocking gently back and forth while the nutrients from Flash flowed into her small intestine.

Pinkie woke up early the next morning, her body a lot more plush and her pants tight and Soarin still doing as he was told yesterday and Derpy using her lotioned belly as a pillow.

“Odd…” Pinkie said, petting Derpy before finally standing up for the first time since yesterday. “Stop rubbing,”

Soarin stopped and sat idly, his face still expressionless but Derpy only woke for a few moments before going back to sleep and Pinkie realized why Derpy had stopped and Soarin kept going. That issue could wait, she was still sleeping and the gurgling in the voracious world hopper went in search of the bathroom, quickly found it and used it. Emptying what had become of Flash into the toilet and from the toilet to the sewer, Pinkie used the shower next, washing her voluptuous body and smirking at the idea at how she just walked into a house, delivered a pizza and partially sated her hunger in one night. It was only one night and she didn’t even start on her other need; though she had an idea on who could help her with that.

Washed clean and still wet Pinkie walked naked through a house that wasn't even hers and back into the living room. Soarin sat there, same as ever, directly across from Derpy who was up right and awake, both ready for the next order. Slowly, Pinkie walked up to Derpy and got close to her lazy eyed meal, examining her stoney expression.

“You're faking it,”  Pinkie said.

Derpy didn't react, maintaining her guise right up until Pinkie cupped her cheek, locked lips and used her body weight to push Derpy down onto the couch. Pinned and uncertain on whether or not she should keep up her bluff it became a lot harder to do when Pinkie scooped her head up and stuffed her head entirely into her drooling mouth.

In the mouth it was warm and humid. Derpy inhaled a lungful of hot breath and moaned when the tongue cradling her chin slipped up and across her face, tasting her and getting a satisfied moan from the gullet of the hungry beast pinning her down. Light headed from lack of oxygen Derpy was let out of the maw with a wet slopping sound.

“Just a big ol’ faker...when did you snap out of it?” Pinkie asked.

“I...never was... brainwashed,” Derpy answered, coughing “I had my hand...covering my mouth,”

“Well...that's interesting,” Pinkie said, a mischievous smile spreading across her lips “So...you watched me eat Flash alive,”

Derpy didn't answer, only moaning when Pinkie began groping her.

“Admit it, you watched. You watched me swallow down Sunset's pretty boy. You even helped me digest him by rubbing my tummy and you loved it,” Pinkie breathed, stripping Derpy herself and licking her exposed skin. “You loved every second of it, especially the end result. You love seeing him being put to good use as food and warm, squishy fat,”

Pinkie ran her tongue up Derpy’s neck and stopped at her ear, blowing gently into it.

“You stayed silent, in hopes that you’d be next…playing along, knowing-no-wanting to be nothing more than fat and waste for your classmate,” Pinkie whispered, undoing Derpy’s pants “Say it,”

“Yes,” Derpy hissed in desperation, her limit hit,

Pinkie sat up, her soft body looming over the half-naked, blushing teen below her. Her red cheeks, her drool-soaked hair, her defeated look.

“Maybe I didn’t need magic in the first place…” Pinkie said, “Tell me, Derpy, where do you belong?”

Derpy whimpered, and placed a hand on Pinkie’s plump body, first squishing into her belly and then traveling around to her love handles and hips.
“Here...I belong here,” Derpy said.

“Eventually,” Pinkie replied, “Until then, Your place is under me,”

Derpy had no idea what that meant, until Pinkie turned around and hovered her ass over Derpy’s face. In a split second Derpy breathed in sharply before her face was sat on but Pinkie wasn’t done getting comfy. All on the couch, Pinkie reached back, grabbing Derpy by the hair and pushed her face harder into her ass and crotch before locking Derpy in her spot by putting her feet underneath the back of Derpy’s head, ensuring she wouldn’t be pulling away. Derpy struggled at first but soon, she grabbed Pinkie by the hips and began eating Pinkie’s pussy.

“That’s the stuff...good girl!” Pinkie said, her loins pulsing with need.

Pinkie looked down at Derpy, biting her lip and smiling before looking at Soarin and his blank stare.

“You like this, too? I bet you do. Seeing your girlfriend so submissive she’d consign herself to being food,” Pinkie teased “She even rewards the person eating her! Probably cause she thinks its troublesome to eat and digest an entire human like her…”

“That‘s the thing though, Soarin,” Pinkie continued, leaning forward so she was right up next to Soarin’s face and lifting her plump ass of Derpy’s face and letting her breathe

“Eating a meal is no trouble at all…” Pinkie whispered, almost as if she were letting Soarin in on a little secret.

Derpy tugged on Pinkie, whimpering small prayers of need, her face slick with Pinkie’s grool. Pinkie obliged, taking her seat again and gently rocking back and forth, riding the roaming tongue and playful lips of her classmate.

“Don’t...Don’t worry though Soarin,” Pinkie gasped, a lash of a tongue hitting her clit “I’ll fuck her good for you before I send her down,”

Pinkie patted her pendulous paunch “Pinkie promise,”

Pinkie made good on her word, using the morning to sate her Equestrian cycle with Derpy. Indiscriminate and passionate though Pinkie always made sure to maintain dominance over Derpy even if she never once challenged it. Position after position, orgasm to orgasm Pinkie made sure her future meal was well acquainted with the body she was feeding, making Derpy squeal words of worship as she was drenched in her mistresses cum. With her relationship made clear and reinforced with Derpy, Pinkie looked at Soarin once more. The boy hadn’t moved an inch, still sitting and waiting for orders, he stared blankly ahead.

“I think it’s time I ate your boyfriend,” Pinkie said, idly petting Derpy.

“Wait...I thought-” Derpy began before remembering her place. “Do you want me to help?”

“Of course i want your help. I only got today and tomorrow to do this and you seem like you’ll do the work yourself,” Pinkie answered “Kind hard to give him orders when he’s shoulders deep in my throat,”

Derpy nodded.

“What do you need of me, mistress?” Derpy said.

“Kneel between my thighs and I’ll let you know,” Pinkie said “Soarin. Come here.”

The order was given and he obeyed. With no sense of will to fight back Soarin crawled over the couch cushions to Pinkie. Pinkie welcomed him with a kiss and much like she did with Derpy, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed his head. Derpy pressed her cheek against the inside of Pinkie’s thigh, watching her boyfriends head slide out of sight and the familiar sound of swallowing quickly drawing his shoulders past her lips as well. The sight was just as mesmerizing as it was when she saw Flash disappear into her gullet. The rhythmic pull of the muscles as they griped, pulled and shifted back in place, again and again. Derpy busied herself, pressing her mouth up against Pinkie’s honey pot and licking up to her clit before dipping her tongue and getting her lips involved.

As the first parts of Soarin wordlessly entered her stomach Pinkie moaned in pleasant surprise at the sudden oral and pet Derpy in approval before her expanding gut blocked both view and reach. Focusing on her half-eaten meal Pinkie grabbed Soarin and ushered him forward, as the feeling of being full and satisfied began making Pinkie’s leg shake and her throat choke out moans in between swallows. The weight of her boyfriend pushed down Derpy, the knowledge that just above her, her special somebody was giving her a preview of things to come for her made her redouble her efforts.

Soon, the last of Soarin was packed away and Pinkie let out full throated moans of pleasure her gut trembling and her leg shaking. Snapping her thighs closed and locking her legs Pinkie hit her climax hard and fast, her vision fading at the sides and her voice echoing through the house, Pinkie could almost feel the firey need of her cycle get doused in one debaucherous swoop of eating and sex. Derpy never once dared to pull away, keeping her tongue and mouth at work, making sure the high of Pinkie’s orgasm was as high as it could get before the tension left and lucidity seeped into Pinkie’s muscles.

Breathing hard, Pinkie ran a hand over her gut, and smiled at the relief she felt.

“Derpy...bring me my phone from my pants in the washroom,” Pinkie said.
Sunset had received the text of success from Pinkie and smiled at a few of the selfies Pinkie took of her meal. What caught her off guard was her location in the pictures, Sunset hadn’t been to his place in a while but the decor had scarcely changed.

“Pinkie...Who exactly did you eat?” Sunset texted.

“A couple of classmates,” Pinkie resonded.

Sunset held her head.

“Pinkie...you don’t eat classmates...too many questions!” Sunset muttered

“Flash and Soarin,” Pinkie next text came in “Sorry bout that,”

“Oh come on! I was starting to warm back up to him!” Sunset exclaimed before getting another message.

It was a picture, this time of Derpy. Laying on her back in a portrait shot, she was naked with three slices of pizza covering her breasts and crotch, holding the torn off top of a pizza box in front of her in front of her as a makeshift sign that read simply.

“Please, eat me!”

“I have left overs to make up for it, if you’re interested,” Pinkie texted.

Sunset licked her lips and looked at her own belly. Shining Armor had really done a number on her figure with his lean, muscular physique. Rubbing the chub sticking out from under her shirt, Sunset shrugged.

“Why not,” Sunset sighed.