"Hey, Pinkie Pie, where are ya going?"
The pink pony went rigid when she heard a voice behind her, and she slowly turned around, a obviously forced smile on her face.
"O, you know, I'm just...taking a walk, Rainbow Dash," she said nervously.
The pegasus that floated in the air pointed at the small cart, which were overflowing with sweets and cakes if all sorts, stacked twice as high as a regular pony, and said, "And what are those for?"
Pinkie Pie felt a drop of sweat trickle down her forehead. "O, t-those?" she stuttered, "They are...they are stock. Yes! Stock for Sugarcube Corner! Cakes been selling like crazy recently and it's always a good thing to have lots available to satisfy costumer's sweet tooth! It's totally not meant for anything else!"
Pinkie Pie's nervous grin grew slightly wider, sweat dripping off of her face as Rainbow Dash stared at her suspiciously, rubbing her chin.
"Well, okay then," she said, "Be seeing ya around."
"Okaybye!" Pinkie Pie said in a lightning fast pace, grabbing the cart and dashing away, leaving smoke behind.
Rainbow Dash, slightly surprised, only shook and head and floated away, but then a thought occurred to her, forcing her to stop.
"Wait a sec," she said, turning around, "isn't Sugarcube Corner that way?"
But Pinkie Pie was long gone.
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The pink pony gave a sigh of relief, realizing how close she came to getting caught. She honestly had to pick a better route next time, even if it meant taking a longer way.
Pulling the cart behind her, she trotted towards a crumbling, abandoned windmill. She opened the door and stepped inside the gloomy, dark chamber.
"I'm here!" she cheerfully cried.
Somewhere in the darkness something hissed threateningly like a angry cat, but Pinkie Pie wasn't afraid. In fact, she smiled, glad that he was still there, and hopped forward.
She switched on a gas lantern, illuminating the chamber, and in the corner, chained to the wall by his forelegs, struggling against his bounds, was a changling. He had all the typical features that you would expect: a pitch black body, holes in his hooves, insect-like wings, white eyes and a crooked horn.
Though, what made him a little different from the rest of his fellow changlings was that he appeared to have some sort of green helmet on his head, which wasn't a helmet at all but actually part of his body.
He hissed again, his long forked tongue lashing around, barring his sharp teeth. But Pinkie Pie wasn't intimidated. She loved it when he was angry. He looked so cute!
To his surprise, she grabbed his face and squeezed his cheeks and said, "Guess what I brought ya!"
She walked over, grabbed a colorful cupcake, presented it to him and said, "Open wide."
"Let me go!" demanded the changling, "I will not eat ssstupid pony food!"
He gave the equivalent of his specie's roar, but Pinkie Pie used this opportunity to stuff the cupcake in his mouth. His first instinct was to spit it out, but, to his surprise, he swallowed it instead.
He had no idea why. It didn't even taste that good! As he pondered what just happened, Pinkie Pie took off a slice of cake and coaxed him into eating.
The changling clamped his mouth shut, determined not to fall into the same trap again, but the Pinkie Pie tickled him, and, though he tried his best not to, laughed and she shoved the cake into his mouth.
He barely had time to swallow before a sticky bun was crammed into his maw. And so this went on for a while. Pinkie Pie stuffed the poor changling every chance she had, and he was powerless to do anything but eat and swallow.
Soon afterwards he stopped putting up a fight, and Pinkie Pie only had to feed him the treats that he willingly took. Now she had time to study his swelling form.
His belly was already beginning to bulge as the sweets filled his stomach, and Pinkie Pie stared at it lovingly. She imagined the calories going to work, filling out his frame, forming into juicy, sexy, fatty goodness.
The image of her caressing the lovehandles of a black blob appeared in her mind, and she felt how her neither regions grew moist.
Pinkie Pie didn't know why, but ever since she lied eyes on a changling she started to have strange fascination of them, and soon that fascination developed into a fetish.
She wondered how they would look if they were giant, immobile blobs of juicy fat, but she knew that would never be possible, for they resided very far off and would never come to Ponyville...or so she thought.
She happened to stumble upon her pet a day ago. Somehow he had infiltrated the small town without detection and was there for some reason.
Pinkie Pie found him in the supply room at the back of Sugarcube Corner, ripping open sacks of flower and digging around in it for something. Without him knowing, she snug up behind him and knocked him out with a frying pan.
Instead of taking him to Twilight, Pinkie Pie decided to take him to an abandoned mill on the outskirts of town to inflict her desires on him.
And with the special ingredient she placed in the sweets, which not only was extremely full of calories but very addictive, he would be a black butterball in no time!
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