Friendship is Eldritch

"Hey, Pinkie, you there?"
>Night has fallen outside
>You are Anon
>And you are somewhat on edge
>Only a few minutes ago you decided to pop down to Sugarcube Corner due to a sudden imperious craving for doughnuts
>But when you arrived the damn place was dark
>You're not sure why, but you tried the door anyway
>it was unlocked, and you pushed it open and stepped into the dark bakery
>nobody (or pony?) there. Everything shrouded in darkness, the only sound the faint ticking of a clock upstairs. Flour and baking implements lie abandoned on the counter
"Hello? Pinkie? Mr and Mrs Cake? Your door's open!"
>you check your watch
>6:50 pm
>strange. Doesn't Sugarcube Corner close at 7 pm? You glance outside again, where the sun is now just a fading glow on the horizon
>you take a hesitant step towards the counter and the floorboards creak beneath you
>how could a fucking bakery be so creepy?
>a cold breath of air snakes in through the door and you shiver
>fuck Autumn
>fuck night-time
>fuck Pink Pone
>fuck the Cakes
>fuck doughnuts
>you're out of here
>you turn to leave, and you've already stuck one leg out of the door when you hear something from upstairs
>a soft sound, but loud enough to be clearly audible
>like something scuttling over floorboards
"Hello?!"
>seriously what the fuck is wrong with these ponies?
>well, time to investigate
>you boldly enter Sugarcube Corner, ignoring the creaking floorboards but keeping the door open behind you
>you never know. You might have to make a hasty exit
>now where's the light in this place?
>you hunt around before finally finding a switch
>you eventually find it after much fumbling (and the accidental knocking over of a bowl) on the wall behind the counter
>you flick it
>nothing
>dohohoho, you know where this is going
"Pinkie, if this is some kind of Nightmare Night-themed prank, I'll just point out that you're five days too early, so knock it off!"
>no answer
>you scan the room with your super night vision (that is to say you can barely make out the contours of objects and furniture in this goddamn darkness), but find nothing that may light your way
>welp, time to get the Zippo out
>you plunge your hand into your right pocket, and your fingers close around the cool square form of your lighter
>you hold it up like some motherfucking special item in Legend of Zelda and flick it
>light bloomed, darkness retreated, shadows grew into strange shapes
>another soft scuttle from upstairs
>you head for the stairs, your Zippo throwing a pathetically fragile shield of light around you
>you pause at the bottom of the stairs and look upwards
>only a gaping maw of darkness awaits
>chin up Anon, time to grow some balls and go into the (sort of) unknown!
>you begin your ascent and suddenly find yourself thinking of Amnesia: The Dark Descent
>fuck
>this is Anonesia: The Dark Ascent
>and you fucking hate PewdiePie

>you climb the stairs
>quickly at first, but you slown down the more you move upwards
>is the darkness actually getting thicker?
>you stop and blink in the trembling light
>nope, just your shitty human eyes making you blind
>you continue your ascent, and arrive on the first floor landing
>the Zippo illuminates the pastel-coloured walls and a few pictures
>pictures of the Cakes and their children
>pictures of relatives
>pictures of...cakes?
>you shake your head and look away. The first floor is silent as the grave save for your breathing
>something scuttles over the floor of the room above
>isn't that Pinkie's room?
>you stand still for a moment, letting the darkness and the silence envelope you
>something deep within you is telling you not to go any further
>but you're a nosy bastard
>you find the stairs leading to the top room and you feel claustrophobic just from looking at them
>it's a tiny cramped spiral staircase so dark the darkness is practically clinging to the walls
>you begin your ascent
>and that's when you hear it
>a distant melody. Eerie and deep. Coming from upstairs.
>and also from within yourself
>what?
>it's as if every molecule that composes your miserable self is vibrating to a cosmic tune
>and you don't like it one bit
>with a sharp breath you resume your ascent

>the more you climb, the more the melody fills you
>a tune that mere human words cannot describe, save perhaps as the distant chant of dying stars and the silent chatter of other worlds
>the staircase twists ever upwards
>you struggle to make sense of it. The tower atop Sugarcube Corner seemed a lot shorter than this
>you keep your eyes riveted to the winding stairs, fighting the sickness twisting your gut
>things are happening to the angles. Indescribable. Your eyes water and twitch. The walls are gone but there. The stairs are twisting in all directions, yet still spiralling on
>and then blackness
>not the blackness of night, no. The sheer blackness of space. The light of your Zippo seems to dance on forever
>in fact, you can see forever

>before your eyes is eternity, a black void dotted with luminous orbs and spots you think may be the cold outlines of forgotten stars
>the void twitches, and you see Things gliding (or swimming?) through it. They remind you of jellyfish and other sea creatures, but you know this is only a pre-conceived image pasted over superficial similarities
>you want to turn back, but can't. The void is sucking you in
>a quivering blob passes right through you, and every molecule of your being screams
>your brain shits itself
>where is Pinkie, for fuck's sake?
>are you dissolving?
>it feels like your brain is trying to keep your being together, like everything in you is drifting away into the abyss
>where is Pinkie Pie?
>you spot something in the void, another trembling mass of tendrils and alien flesh
>your eyes slide up the loathesome body. The song is irresisitible, a howling wail tugging at you
>the cosmos wants you to join the dance
>and then, something pink and pony-like. A mane as pink as candy floss.
>holy shit, it's Pinkie
"P-Pinkie Pie?"
>the thing turns around and stares at you with wide blue eyes as deep and empty as the Void around them.
>"Anon?"

>"Anon?"
>you drift on the waves of semi-consciousness
>above you the vague outline of Pinkie's face hovers
>behind her, more indistinct still, things your floundering mind refuses to acknowledge
>"Nonny?"
>"There are some things you shouldn't know, Nonny. Some things you shouldn't go chasing after."
>the things behind her quiver...no, they are not behind her.
>they are her!
>"You've crossed the threshold, Nonny."
>those eyes, they blend with the darkness
>the darkness envelopes you
>"Anonymous?"
>writhing red writing in the darkness
>"Anon? Can you hear me?"
>writing that whispers
>"Anon?"
>as the stars sing
>"Anonymous!"
"Huh?"
>you blink and look around
>a white room, medical apparatus
>Nurse Redheart and a unicorn in a white doctor's blouse are gazing at you
>you feel like a particularly interesting butterfly specimen beneath their gaze, ready to be pinned and added to some great collection
>but all this begs the question
"Why am I in Ponyville Hospital?"
>the two ponies exchange looks
>"You were unwell, Anon" says the unicorn doctor in a soft voice
"Aha. Yeah, okay. Now where's Pinkie Pie? I was going to get some doughnuts..."
>you stop
>there's a gaping black hole where a memory should be
>you remember leaving your house, that's certain
>the faint jingle of bits in your wallet
>the golden hue of the Autumnal trees
>the cool air
>but then nothing
>your confusion must have been visible, as Redheart and the doctor have picked up on it
>"It seems that whatever trauma you experienced that night has left you in a state of amnesia" says the doctor, "although it may also be a consequence of your prolonged state of psychosis..."
>whoa there, pardner, what in Sam Hill are you sayin'?
>psychosis? Amnesia?
"How long have I been here?"
>"Well, you were hospitalised a few days before last year's Nightmare Night...it is now five days to Nightmare Night. You've been in this hospital for a year."
>a year?!

>holy shitsauce, what the fuck happened?
>as if he were reading your thoughts, the doctor continues: "You were found by Derpy, wandering the streets of Ponyville in a state of emotional and mental distress. You were brought here soon after, and diagnosed with psychosis."
"Well shit... And I was like this for a year?"
>"Yes. You spent most of your days ranting or whispering to yourself about 'the song of the cosmos', 'things that lurk beyond perception' and..."
>the doctor levitated a small notepad and read
>"Fn'a flui'thnar iä iä rakh'tegoth azathoth."
>you stare emptily as the doctor spits out this nonsense
>none of it makes sense to you, yet something about these words makes your flesh crawl
>there is a hidden and blasphemous meaning hidden behind those spitting guttural words
>"You also wrote all over the floors and walls of your room, and whenever we tried to take your pencils away you screamed and thrashed. That room's going to need repainting..."
>you remain utterly silent for a long time, staring at the floor
>all this is a lot of stuff to be hit by
>in fact, this is John Carpenter grade shit
>"Do not worry, Anon, psychosis is a perfectly manageable disorder. In fact, this may be the only time you experience it!" says the doctor with a smile that sends a creeping shiver down your spine
>the way he waves it off
>it pisses you off
>you saw something that night, and whatever it was sent you over the edge
>and whatever it was, you're going to find out

>a few days pass
>you're kept under close observation by the hospital staff, in case of a relapse
>during those few days your sleep is fraught with nightmares
>in your dreams you hear a song
>reality itself vibrates with it
>you feel its pull, and you too want to join the great dance
>but as irresistible as it may be, it is also loathesome
>the wails of a madman
>in your dreams you see mountains
>black jagged things that make you shiver
>and you cannot help but feel they are evil things
>behind which lay an unfathomable abyss of madness
>your stay at the hospital comes to an end, and you are released
>Nurse Redheart accompanies you to the door and hands you what few belongings you have
>she then turns away with a swish of her pink tail, leaving you alone in the cold Autumn air
>the lawn out front is covered with dead leaves, and a strong sense of deja vu washes over you
>you begin walking, uncertainly at first, but each step you take increases your determination
>you set course for Sugarcube Corner, ready to confront Pinkie Pie
>unsubtle? Oh yes. You'd never had a talent for subtlety.
>as you walk through the streets of Ponyville, you can't help but smile to yourself
>all those cute ponies going about their Autumn business
>you walk past three very familiar foals strolling and laughing down the street

>with a smile you greet them
"Hello Scoots, Applebloom and Sweetie!"
>but they don't answer your greeting. Instead they stop and stare at you
>weird. You continue walking
>you hear them murmur among themselves, and you glance over your shoulder
>yep, still staring
>and staring at you like they just saw a ghost
>or some terrible apparition
>in fact, now that you think of it, everypony's staring at you that way
>you see Lyra and Bonbon giving you uneasy looks and exchanging hushed whispers
>what the fuck is going on in this town?
>it's like this all the way through town
>ponies stopping whatever it is they're doing and staring at you like some kind of spook
>Jesus
>it is with great discomfort that you reach Sugarcube Corner, but as soon as you set eyes on it something strange happens
>terror wells up in you as you gaze at the wretched building
>an inner voice tells you to turn around and leave, and never set foot near that place again
>you stand outside as still as a rock for what seems like an eternity
>c'mon Anon, it's a fucking bakery, why are you so scared?
>your look up to the windows of Pinkie's loft
>you're pretty sure you see someone – or something – looking down at you through those windows
>a light breeze blows and brown leaves rustle by
>your flesh crawls
>the warm scent of baking drifts from the door to Sugarcube Corner, but it is far from reassuring
>you feel more frightened and sick than anything

>finally you force yourself to approach the bakery
>through the windows you see the silhouettes of Mr and Mrs Cake busying themselves with various tooth-rotting delicacies
>yummy
>but as you reach the door, a pink blur explodes from it and knocks you down
>"HI NONNY!"
>nonny
>something about that name and that voice makes you want to run away screaming
"Uh, hi Pinkie"
>the greeting's weak and half-hearted. By all accounts, the pink pony standing on top of you is Pinkie Pie
>but the blue eyes gazing into yours, despite radiating happiness and friendliness, only make your mind squirm with dread
>"Omigosh, Nonny, they finally let you out of hospital! That's super great!" She chirps while hopping up and down on you
>her voice, once a cute and occasionally obnoxious song to your ears is now a thin veneer beneath which something horrible lurks
>you gather your courage
"Pinkie, I need to talk to you about something. The night I went crazy I left my house and went to Sugarcube Corner for some doughnuts. Beyond that, I can't remember a thing. Where were you that night?"
>the reaction is instantaneous
>Pinkie's smile vanishes, and her eyes narrow
>"...you remember too much."
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"Remember too much of what?"
>Pinkie ignores your panicked question and hops off
>"C'mon, NONNY!" Shouts Pinkie Pie in an excited and friendly voice that utterly fails to convey the aforementioned sentiments, "I have something to show you!"
>with force you had no idea she had, Pinkie bits down on your trouser leg and drags you through the door
>you bash the back of your head against the doorstep
>terror is rising within you, but you don't have the strength or the will to kick yourself free of Pinkie Pie's grasp
>the door of the bakery slams shut behind you
>Pinkie Pie lets go of your leg and stares at you
>blue orbs filled with the empty horror of unending space
>you sit up and see the Cakes standing behind the counter
"Haha, hi."
>no answer. They just stare at you
>is that a smile playing on the lips of Mr Cake?
>"Oh Nonny" says Pinkie Pie
>her voice is the same, yet seems to resonate within you as well
>a voice echoing through the immense void of space
>"Nonny Nonny Nonny" she chants, "silly nosy Nonny."
>"One night Nonny heard a dreadful noise, and Nonny being nosy, he just had to go see!"
"This isn't funny, Pinkie!"
>but she isn't joking Anon
>it's all coming back now
>you can hear the song of cosmic madness in the air, in your ears, in your mind, in Pinkie's words
>behind the thin veil of the bakery you can see the lurking black horror of the endless void
>"Nonny Nonny Nonny" chant the Cakes
>"But some things Nonny was not meant to see! And that night, Nonny had a terrible fright" added Pinkie
>and before your horrified eyes, she begins to change

>grey-green tendrils begin to emerge from her pink fur
>her poofy pink hair deflates and droops flat over her head
>her appearance seems to blur and shimmer as the whites of her eyes become black
>there is no laughter in those eyes now
>no human or pony concept of laughter at least
>the tendrils grow into tentacles. Most of her body is now obscured by them
>your eyes water at the sight
>"You see, Nonny, there are countless worlds" says Pinkie
>her tentacles slither up to your legs, and you retract them with a terrified yelp
>your straining eyes and struggling brain tell you that maybe, just maybe, the tentacled pony you're seeing is only a tiny facet of something much, much worse
>a thing whose dimensions and angles are impossible for your senses to apprehend
>and every time you blink Pinkie seems to warp and shift, sometimes vanishing, sometimes filling the room and the spaces beyond with quivering flesh and nauseous shapes

>"And I'm from one of those worlds. It's a dark cold place, and I was always hungry."
>"Then one day, I saw this world! I whispered and called to it, hoping a doorway would open."
>"I could hear the laughter coming from this world, and I could feel the energy its inhabitants gave off. It made me hunger for it."
>"Then one day, a doorway opened, just like that! Oh there were so many colours! I slipped right through, and assumed a shape the people of this world would not recoil from."
>"And since that day I've been feeding off the life force of this world. Every time I make a pony laugh, I feast on its aura."
>her stare grows more intense, her eyes melting into your being. You can't take it any more, and you shut your eyes like a child trying to shut the darkness out
>something wraps itself around your leg. The sensation is indescribable, like a burst of cold and heat at the same time, both coexisting in different realities
>"Iä Iä Iä!" chant the Cakes, their wretched voices melding with the insane song of the cosmos, "Fn'a flui'thnar iä iä rakh'tegoth Azathoth!"
>you hear Mrs Cake scream out: "HAIL THE QUEEN IN PINK WHO DANCES AT THE EDGE OF THE VOID! IÄ! IÄ! FN'A FLUI'THNAR RAKH'TEGOTH AZATHOTH!"

>nope.avi
>if only you could, you would NOPE the fuck out of here
>your eyes flutter open for a heartbeat, and you find yourself staring into the void of Pinkie's eyes
"Wh-what do you want?!"
>"Nothing much, Nonny. I just want your happiness. You have the strongest aura I've ever seen in this world. You're like a giant birthday cake with icing on top!"
"You want to eat me? BEGONE!"
>you try to jump to your feet, but Pinkie's, or if the Cakes are to be believed, the "Queen in Pink", has you firmly trapped within her tentacles
>"Don't be silly, Nonny, I just want to feed off your happiness! It won't hurt at all!"
>the bakery's walls are warping and shifting. The angles are all wrong, the lines are far too long
>hell's geometry
>the Cakes are writhing on the non-floor, gibbering and drooling like the most wretched of retards
>"But you're not happy at all right now" says Pinkie, "We'll have to fix that."
>a tentacle begins to creep up your thigh
>"You and I aren't so different, Nonny. We are both from other worlds. Have you ever thought about what the ponies thought they saw when they first looked at you? Don't you think you scared them? Don't you think you were an abomination in their eyes?"
>despite your terror you remember your first days in Ponyville
>the weird looks, the startled screams
>some of the foals even called you "the Monkey Monster"

>and even amidst the writhing madness, even while you stared at the monstrosity that was Pinkamena Diane Pie, you felt something
>a glimmer of warmth and kinship
>well Anon, there goes your sanity
>madness isn't that bad all things considered
"You're right."
>you feel your body relax. The idea of struggle seems so absurd now that you wonder if the Anon who got dragged into Sugarcube Corner, and the Anon now lying in the grasp of an eldritch entity were ever one and the same
>you feel the tentacle move further up your thigh, and you inhale sharply when you feel its soft touch on your crotch
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>"I'm going to make you happy, Nonny" cooes Eldritch Pinkie, "VERY happy. Because I'm very, very hungry."
>your mind is boiling from the sights and the mad song of the infinite cosmos
>you will dance this time
>oh yes you will

>a tentacle tugs on your trousers and tears them loose
>the tentacle on your crotch pulls your boxer shorts down, and your cock springs defiantly into the writhing world
>Pinkie smiles
>"Yes, feed me, Anon!"
>you feel a strange pull on your mind, and a pull on your dick as Pinkie's tentacle slowly wraps around it
>the tip of it snakes its way beneath your foreskin and starts caressing the tip of your cock
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>you've never felt anything like this before. It's as if your cock is being caressed from outside and from inside.
>you squirm as the almost unbearable pleasure crashes through you in an unending, raging torrent.
>and she's only touching the tip of your cock!
>the strange pull on your mind grows stronger
>"Ooh, Nonny's very happy now!" Says Pinkie, "But we can do even BETTER!"

>"Hey Nonny, watch this!"
>huh?
>Eldritch Pinkie's face hovers over your erect cock, her smile both inviting and disturbing
>and without a word she takes it all in
>you quiver and moan as the moist sensation of her mouth and tongue enclose your throbbing member
>her pink-maned head bobs up and down, her lips tight around your shaft, her tongue playing around the sensitive flesh of your glans
>every lick sets you aflame
>you bite down on your lip, and with a bestial groan you grab hold of her mane and start pumping
>she doesn't even protest as you pratically ram your cock into the back of her throat
>wet, warm, the soft vibrating caresses of her moans
>you could do this forev-

>"Hey Nonny, watch this!"
>wait what?
>Pinkie is straddling you, your cock firmly wedged between her ample buttocks
>she begins to rub back and forth, her sweet asscheeks tight around you
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>the friction stops and a tentacle wraps around your dick
>you feel the soft, puckered form of her asshole pressing against you
>the soft flesh resists at first before giving way
>your cock slides into the tightest hole you've ever felt
>and Eldritch Pinkie starts moving up and down on you
>the friction is so intense your cock feels fit to burst
>sweat beads on your skin
>you look down, and to your amazement, you see some of Pinkie's tentacles force their way into her ponut hole
>so. Fucking. Tight!
>you can feel them move against your cock, rubbing furiously
>Jesus motherfu-

>"Hey, Nonny watch this!"
>WHAT
>the same words, the same voice
>you stare as Eldritch Pinkie parts the lips of her pussy, exposing its dripping pink interior
>how is this possible?
>pressing your cock against her moist slit with a tentacle, she begins to rub herself against you
>HOW
>smaller tentacles work their way over her clit and into her dripping hole
>it's like a loop, or switching between scenes in a movie, how-
>you let out a long shuddering moan as she lets you slide into her
>her soft walls contract around your shaft while tentacles wriggle around it
>sweat runs down your face
>your eye twitches
>she's impaling herself on you, her skin slapping against yours with every pump
>"Oooh Nonny, this is so nice" she moans, the words plucking your chords just right and making your cock harder than rock
>she falls upon your chest, her face level with yours, her tentacles pinning your arms to the ground
>you gaze into her eyes
>the Void
>the Void stares back at you
>the music screams within you
>you gasp as her impossibly long tongue slithers out of her mouth and slowly licks your face
>join the dance, Anon!

>"Hey Nonny, watch this!"
>infinite possibilities all meshed in one
>infinite Anons, all fucking an Eldritch Pinkie
>and all those Anons are one
>all those Pinkies are one
>every sensation, every thought, every word
>you're feeling and seeing and thinking it simultaneously
>the pleasure is infinite
>your cock has transcended time
>time has no meaning
>your Self is dissolving into an infinite ocean of sex and ecstasy
>"HEY NONNY, WATCH THIS!"
>a pink tentacle warps into a mouth, a moist tongue runs over its inviting lips
>your whole body is shaking as it starts sucking on your cock
>Pinkie watches you, smiling
>her eyes are the Void
>the tentacle is sucking so hard your balls might just empty themselves right now

>"Is that good, Nonny?" Says Pinkie in a soft husky whisper
>she is beside you while her tentacle blows you, pressing her soft muzzle against your cheek
>she whispers into your ear, each word hot as glowing embers
>"Feed me, Nonny. It's so good. Feed me more, feed me always. Feed. Me. FUCK! ME!"
>you can't take it any more
>the pressure's building
>a shuddering wave of raw pleasure rises within you
>your muscles contract
>your cock is so hard it hurts
>the world spins before you, and in a billion worlds, Anon gasps:
"Ah! Pinkie-"
"-I-"
"-can't-"
"-hold it in-"
"-any-"
"-LONGER!"

>you shoot your load with the force of a thousand contracting universes
>your cock is exploding
>cum fills Pinkie's mouth, ass, pussy
>even other unknown orifices
>it shoots over her and coats her pink fur
>sticks in her mane
>every orgasm you've ever had, all those you've never had and all those you could have explode at the same time
>you scream until your vocal chords bleed
>and your mind shatters into innumerable shards
>you crash down the hidden slope of the mountains of madness and you plunge head first into the great Abyss
>and you blink

>"Oh Nonny. I really enjoyed this."
>you're lying on the cold hard floor of Sugarcube Corner, breathless
>spent
>exhausted
>something soft and warm is pressed up against you, a hoof is idly playing with your soft and sticky cock
>Eldritch Pinkie is lying beside you, her blue eyes gazing into you like oceans of infinite contentment
>and she's covered in cum
>her whole body is covered in it, it's leaking from her snatch and anus
>she opens her mouth and licks her lips, and you see a thick glob of glistening cum swim around her tongue
>with a giggle she swallows it
>you stare wordlessly
>"Usually those I choose die while I'm feeding" says Eldritch Pinkie, "but you didn't, Nonny. And you fed me sooooooo well. You were like a giant infinite cake all dripping with icing and chocolate..."
>you swallow. Words try to form themselves in your broken mind and fall apart
>"You bled from your eyes and nose a bit, but that's okay. It happens."
>the insane song of the infinite Void is in you now
>it vibrates in tune to Pinkie

>now you see everything
>you feel everything
>you know everything
>pathetic, tiny, insignificant speck of dust that you are, you have had the honour of gazing upon the beautiful madness of the Void
>you gaze up at Pinkie adoringly and croak:
"Hail...hail the Queen in Pink who dances at the edge of the Void... Iä, Iä. Fn'a flui'thnar rakh'tegoth Azathoth."
>Eldritch Pinkie giggles, and a part of you is certain that she's blushing beneath that non-Euclidian pink hue of hers
>"Aw Nonny, you're so sweet."
>as you gaze at her she shimmers
>and for an instant you see her true form
>ghastly, lovely. Devilish, divine
>infinite and incomprehensible
>just like that night a year ago
>she is the Void and the Void is her
"I love you...Pinkie..."
>your eyes flutter and you feel oblivion snatch you in its black arms
>you fall through darkness
>everything is singing
>and before you finally pass out, you hear those words:
>"I love you too, Anon."