After-Party Favour, Bed
After-Party Favour, Bed
Written by Septia.
“Phooow,” Pinkie sighed with her breath weighing down her surroundings. She packed up a bundle of streamers in the appropriate box, together with the supply of floral patterned birthday candles and hoisted the whole crate back up to its spot on the shelf.
“The saddest part of a party is when it is time to pack it all up,” she said while adjusting the shelves, “But it is also the bestest part, as you can relax and prepare yourself for the next funtabariffic party.” -Bghhrlrlglpsgssh- A growl of an organic gutter reverberated through the room, sending a vibration through Pinkie that culminated at the tip of her tail, making it spring back to a bounce.
“And everyday is a party when you can spend it with your friends, aaam I right?” she asked and brushed her hooves down along her neck, drumming them over the colossal mass of tummy blubber welling forth underneath. -Ghbrrllspgsths- The gut rippled in across its surface, the pink coat warped to rest daintily on the floor. The ripples massaged their way across faint hills and oblong lumps which shifted and trailed across the ocean of pudgy, pastel cherry coat.
“I don't know Pinkie, from in here I am still busy celebrating,” came a voice from the gut, muted by the barrier of pudge and fluids separating the two ponies, but those also kept them closer than ever.
-Bhhgrlgbs- -BGHhrrlrsbgshs-
Pinkie felt her stomach contract and reverberate around the occupant's motions, shifting and stirring up a storm.
“You betcha, Dewly, I expect you to busy yourself with celebrating in there, because your birthday wish didn't come with a return ticket, all that partying in there is making the rest of my butt tag along in that bubbly tang,” Pinkie huffed out and strode towards the center of the room, hoisting herself up to the tips of her hooves — steady as a pole — -PPPWBbrrrwlwllpggtth- to decompress and lean down along the length of a torrent of booty baked flatulence. Pinkie's cheeks clapping and her tail flushed high into the air as the rest of her sank along to -Bbwwngs- lay atop her engorged belly in relief. The yellowed smog pooling out, injecting the room with a putrefied stench of old custard and sweetbread fed through the sewage pile of a particularly perky pony.
“Whohoo~” came from the belly as the compressed bale shifted under Pinkie's weight.
“Oh, you heeard that one~ Yeeah~.”
“Woo yeah, of course I did, I am right here, I bet it is amazing.”
“You betcha, but once my tummy's done with you, your farts are gonna be the stinkiest I've ever had.”
“Aww, Pinkie stop~.”
“Hey, I made a birthday wish promise, and those aren't for messing with, I promise to brew you into the smelliest farts, ever~.” She punctuated her statement, by hoisting herself up and grunting as her pucker contracted inwards… -PPPwbrbrrrllpfffwwerth- and blossoming into a boisterous gale of rich humid fog projecting from the pink mauve pucker. -Frrwfff-twtwwmp-
“Phaaahowha phaaa,” Until the gas came to a halt with a pop of a cork -Krkrslppstpsths- and sloppy smears -Klrlrlsths-. The boisterous blast brought up a head between the buns, a gray coated mare who's head laid doused in steaming globules of bowel slime, tethering her back to the ruffles of the rim, only for the tethers to slop and dripple onto the floor.
“Ooh, hey Nessy. Popping back to say hi? Don't think I forgot about you,” Pinkie said and fanned her tail over the butt bound mare.
“Iphfs phaa, I am f-fine Pinkie. Your rump is just lovely. I think Dewly is holding up well too.”
“Savouring every minute~,” came a response from Pinkie's gut.
“Oh, y-yeah, guess you can still hear them out here too,” Nessy hummed.
“You are being a great help,” Pinkie assured, “without you providing some balance to the birthday stallion, it would have been so straining to handle the party, I am so glad to have a friend like you to take a load off of my heiney.”
“Thanks for being Pinkie's butt balance plug, you've helped make this the best birthday ever~.” Dewly cooed out with a few -Gllrhhsts- sloshes from the bobbing abdomen.
“Mmf. Mf I am happy to hear, this is some of the best ways of helping~ S-so s-sure, no problem a tall,” Nessy huffed out and quivered as the pucker clenched around her neck, the brim vibrating and smearing colon phlegm over her coat before it… -Frrrleeeewwth- flushed open in a gale of yellowed smog, flapping her ears and pluming around her head into a flower of wispy smog with Nessy's face as the pistill of the flower, soaking her in the aroma of mulched party food and soggy oats. “Ooh, and speaking of help, what better way to churn into party fudge than getting a real comfy massage?”
“Oooh? Really?” Dewly said and prodded their muzzle to the wall of the gut.
“Mmmhmm, and I know just the friend with the right tummy patting skills, lets go visit Buttered,” Pinkie called out.
Hearing this made Nessy sweat, meeting another pony while in this… compromised position was embarrassing. Though if it as only buttered… She then noticed Pinkie getting ready, and opening the door, and her head still laid sandwiched in Pinkie's fanny cleft. “A-aah Pinkie? S-shouldn't I?-…”
“Stay out to greet the friends along the way, already had that idea, pretty great, huh?” Pinkie hummed and trotted out the door -PPFrrrhrhpth- another flush of vapours blowing gel off of Nessy's hair to sprinkle over the door.
~ 1 ~
Pinkie Pie bounced along the roads of ponyville, her leaps bubbling her along the path, at a pace where she could take in the of the sights of early afternoon. At her rear lay two plump red tomatoes crunched together by a hearty pair of hams, which was really Nessy's disguise, which was really just embarrassment, as she saw and was seen by numerous residents, turning their attention towards the mare jammed between the hot-fuchsia buttocks.
“Birthday parade coming through, make way for the best-est belly bud, and rump ruffian in ponyville,” Pinkie cheered.
“P-Pinkie, i-is t-that n-necessary?” Nessy wondered as she was pinned by the bobbing cheeks.
“Are you saying I shouldn't show off my most helpfullest of the best booty mares, are you all loco back there, dohey.” Pinkie called out to a couple of ponies walking along the opposite path, “do you think my good friend here needs some air? I think my cheeks may be pressing a bit tight on her nogging,” Pinkie asked, jutting out her rump, and the flushed face of Nessy to the passers-by. -Bbrrfffwlllrrrrrwth- an eruption of brine soaked cinnamon gushed through the plugged crack, Nessy feeling thee guttural winds streaming along her coat before washing through in a haze of auburn musk. The passers-by mimicking Nessy's face.
“Can't stick around to chat, birthdays only comes once a year,” Pinkie called out as she scuttled along, swaying her cheeks, so they ground up and down along Nessy's face, smearing the sweat building up between her cheeks as the mare sauntered through town and swung her rear for all to see on the way.
“Pinkie?” she stopped at that voice and spun around, Nessy catching a glimpse of a deep mocha mare.
“Ghuuaaah, Caramel in, a big hello to you, what is going up?”
“I just saw you jumping about with such a stuffed tummy, wha's going on here~?”
“Oh, that's easy, it's-.”
“It is my birthday,” -Hhgsltsh- came a glorsh from the gut, to which Pinkie gestured for emphasis. “Oh, wow are you serious, is that Dewly in there?”
“Jeppers~.” You were invited to the party you know.”
“Aawww, it must have gotten lost in the maail” Carameli excused and rubbed the back of her head. “I wouldn't not wanna skip the chance to miss a Pinkie Pie party.”
“Aawww…” Pinkie pouted. Soon her expression shifted back to being giddy. “Hey, you can still join in, even if late to the party. I got room for a special guest in the post birthday massage session~.”
“Really? That is wonderful, I am ready to go right now,” Carameli said with her hooves tapping into the grass.
“I am on it,” Pinkie assured and wrapped a hoof around Carameli's neck, reeling the mare in close while her lips unveiled the tunnel drooping with vines of saliva. -Haaaammpfnnppth-. Pinkie's lips swabbed over the unicorn's head, taming the fluffy chocolate mane to the pony's neck as she took the first -Ghwwmwmpghs- swallow to chug the mare's head into her maw. “Fmfsm, Pinkie, Ifmmgshsgmsm,” Carameli called out before her mouth was swathed over by the advance of Pinkie's lips.
“Whhat?” Pinkie asked as she twisted her head down along Carameli's form, lips sloping down along her neck and scoffing the mare's hooves into her maw with a -Mamawamgh- guzzle that inflated her cheeks to doughy domes around the surprised mare.
Carameli felt the broad tongue slather and toy with her muzzle, lubricating it with warmth -shrrlrlspth- as the throat broadened to an inviting gape for her to slump inside of -Xlslptsh- the walls of the throat clasping onto her ears to her head and constricting in a hug to haul her down toward the gurgling depths.
Meanwhile Pinkie's lips caressed along the ends of the mare's front hooves, -Ghhrlsptssuk- gobbling them back to deflate the oblong bulges from her cheek, feeding the mare down the birthday slide.
“Mfmwmaf, Pinkie.”
“MFM, ywhahath, fmms, shoow ghvuud.”
“Down Pinkie's gullet came a bloat which clamped around Carameli's facial features, broadened by the hooves on their way down. “I didn't think you meant, this, Pinkie.”
“Mawwmf…” Pinkie stopped, half the mare hanging out of her maw, mouth warped around their chest, the pink mare peeking from the auburn coat back to her pink gut. “Aawh, showery Cramrhali.” She parted her lips wide to relinquish the mare.
“If you had told me,” Carameli continued, as a muted glow rose up in under Pinkie's skin, the
mouth bound mare encased in the sparkles of magic, hoisting herself up, vertically towards Pinkie's orifice, “I would have helped you out stuffing me down, silly.”
Pinkie's eyes shone up “Awha yaaawhy, shorrry,” she cooed out through her belly muffled maw, and slurped her tongue up the expanse of mare that gradually fed herself down her maw. -graph Ooomprpmmsth- She swallowed steadily, arching her head back to let the passage down to her tummy pen, bloats warping out along her neck, a shadow play of the mare's body winding down the throat and curling up into her belly below. -Chhrnnggh- Gnnrrs- Pinkie's gut wobbled as its limits tensed and warped, the whole gut engorging the more of the mare nested in to feed it, the pink flesh billowing out between her legs like a swelling mushroom cap, lumps and bulges sailing along the skin as she got comfortable.
“Mmpgwg, mgmpwgh mmwmw ghrlrlspk,” Pinkie swallowed, suckling down the legs and savouring the meaty taste, her tongue wrapping up over the ends of the hooves, and -Shhsrlsp- sloughing them into her stuffed cheeks, rolling them from side to side to coat them in saliva, -shhrrrllsth- whilst slurping down a broomend tuft of Carameli's tail -Hghgmmpghghs- one swallow deflated her cheeks, and sent the hooves packing down her gullet -Oomph- another few gulps had them worming their way down, sinking in under her chest to buffer her bloated abdomen, bloated to near twice her own size caged between her and warping around her legs.
“Mfms, mphaaa,” Pinkie slurped over her lips,” -Bhwauurraaaaorroslp- she heaved out that disturbed the air around her, hoisting up the end of a scarf that slumped out her mouth like a tongue. “MMFpfhsahaha,” She chuckled to herself, and rolled up the fabric to -shghslp- send it back to its owner. “Phaaaa, ooh my Carameli, it is a good thing you were so eager to join in, I might not have been able to hold back after I got a taste of your yummy tummy.”
“I wouldn't miss this party, Pinkie, you know that. Oh hey, Dewly.”
“Hey~.”
“Happy birthday, what a lovely present.”
Thanks so much, even better when it is shared.”
“I-hrursaalalpt,” Pinkie belched up a growling broil of throat exhaust, “Couldn't agree more, and now we just have to make our way to the spa~.” The cherry mare took one step -CHhrgrgsh- and felt her obese, drop shaped gut drag against the grass. “I was so excited, maybe I should have waited until we were closer, oh drat these consequences,” she sighed with a snicker, “I am gonna need some heavy duty balancing help, Nessy, deep breaths, ok?”
“Wpifnk whafmms.” Nessy grunted out as the pucker -Shhsrlrlsptsh- wrapped around her in a smother, drawing her back into the brim with a soggy squeak of polished lard -Shghrlsllgshppwth-.
~ 2 ~
-Gbrbrlslgls- “Still a little hungry.” They searched through their cabinets, just a little snack. Shifting a box of oats, they saw a balloon patterned bag with a marked 'Cookies', with a note that read: baked goods for my good friend.
Buttered Buffet smiled at this. Then -Cknngg-Dnndnth-dnnth- then swung back at a knock on the door, shuffling to brush his mane and look presentable.
“Yes? who might be out-.”
“Buttered,” Pinkie Pie called out and launched through the partially open door into a hug, hooves wrapped around his neck and stomach -Ghhrrbsbshhsgs- compacted up to his chest. -shhstths- Buttered felt bulges mould over the gut, forming vague appendages joining in the hug, clutching into him as best they could in their… sweat soaked, dirt drizzled embrace.
“Hi-hello P-Pinkie, it is mmf It is lovleY to see you,” Buttered stammered and hugged back, though only so far, his cheeks doused in cherry.
“I just came from Dewly's birthday party, he wished for a birthday present, I mean, how could I ever say no to somepony who wants to be gobbled up and churned into my butt gum~.” Pinkie Pie said and squeezed up through the door, her stomach warping around the trowel of the gate, swelling up from the taut hold as she trudged through.
Buttered's vision honed in on the moulding, sailing bumps on the gut as it passed through, making out the contours of the ponies cooped up within.
“Ah-ah y-yes, sure. You are so considerate, Pinkie,” he said, hiding the sweat beading over his forehead.
“I even promised to make them the best and stinkiest gas,” She said and turned to shut the door, jutting out her rump in Buttered's face, the cleft parting for the sealed pit to lay bare, throbbing and bulbing. -Frrrflflwrrwwwth- a gust of pickled tummy bile warbled out through the rippling brim, dousing Buttered in a wave of sultry steam clinging onto this coat and wisping up his nostrils, gluing the stench of dissolving sugar and softcakes onto his nasal phlegm. “Mgms ah. Aah, t-thtat is coming along t-too.”
“Oh it is, but this is nothing yet, isn't' that right?~”
“Right, it is going to, I mean, I am going to be the stinkiest fart,” came a few mumbles from Pinkie's gut, and a vague approximation of a muzzle bulbing up on the side of it. Buttered bit his lip, smiling to obscure it. “I… I am certain of it,” he managed to say, keeping all the tremors locked to his rear legs where they went unnoticed.
“And to get some help, I thought I would ask the best tummy rubber this side of the everfree forest.”
Buttered swallowed. “O-oh I-I am, happy to be of assistance.”
“I knew you would, your hooves just can't resist this irresistible tummy, can they? It is in the name,” then Pinkie leaned closer, “Twice even~.”
Buttered beamed, and nodded.
“Ooh and Mfmms” Pinkie huffed, a brewing rumbling through her guts in -Bbhrhrwowoofrrrpth- -Ttwmtp- she unleashed a cascade of brine soaked musk, misting the room in strenuous heaps of tainted ochre, till it squished up as Nessy's soggy face. “Also I brought Nessy along, she is helping me with balance.”
Buttered brushed his mane back from the ruffles in the gale, and raised a hoof to weave at the face framed in the buttocks. “H-hey, p-pleasure seeing you, Nessy.”
“Mfms, same to y-you, buttered.”
~ 3 ~
Buttered followed close as Pinkie Pie made her way to the couch, watching as her flanks sandwiched Nessy with each clench and drag, and the floozy tail looming above, a thin streak of fog wisped its way out, silent in its escape yet it tainted the air in a bout of molten candy brewed together in a pot of pony-jerky.
“Pheww, I got so exhausted lugging around all of these yummy friends.” A bulge of a hoof surfaced and sunstroke along the mammoth midriff.
“Pinkie picked me up along the way. Even if a late invitation, I am happy to tag along. I am Carameli.”
“Oh, hello Carameli, it is a pleasure seeing you.”
“Well,” the mare responded, “you will see me soon enough, just give it some time.”
“Mmmffs, you two are both going to look lovely as a batch of my extra stinky choc nougat,” Pinkie snickered and dragged herself onto the couch, huffing as she tried to back up into it, Nessy's face being smooshed against the side of the cushions in each attempt -Tthsmp- -Thssmp-.
“Oh hang on, I will help.”
“Me too.” Came from the gut, Pinkie's abdomen encased in a brilliant glimmer, as it hoisted upwards into the air.
“Aaah, thanks pals, that is just what I needed,” Pinkie coos and wiggles her rump, hoisting herself up and sloping backwards into the cough, Nessy closing her eyes with a deep breath as she was -Smsmpwwfth- driven into the soft couch cushion. -Sdshmtsp- And the expanse of bubblegum booty submerging her back into the bowels, pinned by the surrounding weight -Bghhrbsb-.
Buttered gazed at the display, of the mare shuffling back in, and with her raised belly, caught a glimpse of her crotch, and a pillar of meat twitching. He swallowed, and in the next moment the magic dissipated. -Thwhfflfbslwlmsogh- The belly tumbled back down, smotherring Pinkie's lap as it billowed outwards, swelling over her sides and submerging her in a landslide of chub welling forth to envelop all in its path, Pinkie spreading out to take up two-thirds of the two seater with the bulk, growling as a beast in in its cave.
“Phaaa, are we all comfy in there?” Pinkie asked with her tone in a space between satisfaction and exhaustion, trailing her hooves along the bulbous, sagging mound of tummy blubber, brushing along the outlines warping about from her meals within.
“Comfy as can be~.”
“A bit much space? Feels like I can sit still...”
“Let miss Pinkabelly Diane tum tum handle that.”
“Buttered Buffet shuddered as he heard it, dragging up a footrest towards the end of Pinkie's gut.
“It is gonna be cozy and tight when digestion makes you melt like butter~.”
Buttered's face jerked up at this, though Pinkie was focused on her gut, letting her hooves mould through the warm expanses of chub, brushing together from each side, raising up a mound of belly chub on each hoof, and letting them meet in a clamp of belly blubber at the center, chub which she proceeded to hug and knead down back flat in with broad strokes of her hooves. Buttered held his gaze, until enough time had passed, it was just an expression, after all. He shuffled up the seat close and watched the expanse of coral coat spreading out in front of him. Pinkie's stomach was big enough to eclipse him sitting down. He let his hoof grace the her coat, the stallion imagined how her gut would swallow him up were she to rest it onto him, so engulfed his presence would be all but absorbed by the belly. His hooves sunk into the blubber, craters forming around his hooves. -Ghhrbrlsth- He felt it groan as Dewly shifted underneath his grasp, raising up his hooves on the tummy, before the embrace of Pinkie's flesh beckoning, the heat from the churning chemical reactions rolling through the ocean of tummy.
“Mfmfs, aaah, it is going to take a lot of massages to churn up this, birthday duo,” Pinkie cooed.
“Buttered snapped out of it, and raised his hooves, watching the grooves they leftfrozen in the gut, then rapidly closing in and -Bbwbg- bobbing back into the wide, grand curve.
“Mfmw, was the massage startgmhed?” came a question from the gut with a ripple.
“O-oh just, sit back and… e-enjoy,” Buttered said, leaning closer to rest his hooves onto the belly, brushing them around the navel, spreading outwards from the center of the gut, moulding hills of blubber along that sculpted grooves in their wake, slowly swelling back together.
“Mmfns, aah that is fm, so comfy. Phew, I have been on my hooves for, almost two days.” Pinkie admitted as she lumped back, another roll of tummy bulk swelled up in Buttered's face as she arched her back. He took his time kneading into the plush meat, coursing his motions along the pronounced hills of pony limbs and torsos, feeling them slide along his kneads with the grind of -Shhtlsgsh- an anchor hauled through a marsh.
“You work so hard, some more rest wouldn't hurt, right?” Buttered asked as his cheeks bloomed, hooves caressing and cradling droves of blubber sculpted up and kneaded into the warping expanse of tummy fat.
“Arranging more sleepovers would be a blast, always a good time to get -hrurusbabrrrlp- close to other ponies,” she said with a belch spraying drops of liquid spittle through the air. “We can take today as a practice run.”
“Hmm?” Buttered wondered, looking up from the belly, and feeling a hoof lump raise up from the gut which he massaged back flat to it.
“I am sleeping over, silly. I want Dewly to get all the massages we can muster and have a comfy time.”
Buttered swallowed, sinking a bit deeper into the tummy, his embrace sinking in, he found himself in the clutches of the gut moulding up around his front legs. He cupped the extents of the belly he reached, hoisting it to feel its weight, and letting it -Bwgwtjhsts- slump back down, the rolls of belly flab swelling in the slight drop, and rippling back up after its impact. “O-of course you can stay but, we can just, relax.”
“Mmm, true, wouldn't wanna focus too much on another party whenfmf, this one is still going on~.” -Hgbrhrsllsltsh- she rubbed her tummy as a response from Dewly was muffled in a hurdle of mush.
Buttered nodded with his muzzle slumping into the peachy flesh, raising himself back with an armful of gut and hugging it close, kneading it in with his upper body as he gradually let it slip out of his legs and -Shwlspu- pile back up onto Pinkie's lap.
“Then we will make it comfy as can be.”
-Ghrbrhsgs- -Chbgbrlrlsnsk- The stomach rolled with Pinkie's breaths, the bottom of the abdomen drawn inwards as she inhaled, building up a handling cheek of slab above it. The constricted patch of flesh slowly moved upwards through the breath, compressing the navel in its gradual stride upwards, but once passed that point it sped up until the blubber equalized itself in a jostling -Chbghtlsltshs- sending tremors through the abdomen. It felt a touch smaller, Buttered's hooves sunk into it less like a balloon stuffed in oil, and more of a sack of rising dough, -Bbrgrgssts- bubbles compressed and rolling along the churns of the pony marinade inside, Buttered let his hooves drift in broad brushes along the surface of the belly, kneading down where he felt it thick and stuffed, occasionally a muzzle poked up to the surface, or a hoof rubbing from within, each which he stroked around the lump and -Chhsts- kneaded the protrusion back in. The bulge forming a crater in the tummy, that sealed itself up as his legs wandered further along the bulwark.
“The streamers were yellow, with pink sequence, I think Rarity designed them, they really say Bam, party time. Mm, they remind me a bit of you” Pinkie said to Buttered, who peeked up, stuck in a trance. “I was going to invite you to the party too. Too busy today?” Pinkie wondered, “We would have welcomed you into the fun,” she said and burrowed her hooves into each side of her gut, hauling it up and dropping it to a range of mumbles and muffled moans -Wmmgm- -Gmspths- escaped the confines of the abdomen.
Buttered blushed, turning to cough. “I would have, l-liked to attend, there was just… y-yeah, just a bit busy today, a little tired,” he mumbled off. “I do like the green bands you used too, and the confetti blends well with it.” -Chhgbrbrrlslltsh- the gullet growled beneath, mushing together the ponies. He could feel them soften over time, each time he rubbed down a rising lump it gave less resistance.
“Oooh you think so too? I wouldn't mind some help with mmfs, phaa, wait…” Pinkie said holding up a hoof. -Bhruaaaallrlpr- The belch rattled her mane so it bounced to and fro, lips warping and flapping around the gust of air -Chhrnnstsj- her belly contracted just slightly, the shock waves surging through Buttered's nerves, “I could se shom mm, aaa help with the decorations, there is a lot of treats I have to cook p for the next few big ones.”
Buttered nodded, plying his hooves into the stomach as it waved and warped with her breath and the combined struggle and mulching of the meals tucked inside. He smiled, his body warm and cozy this close to her.
“I could help with the baking as well, mmf you you know I can knead rather well,” he said, bashful.
Pinkie snickered with a hint of a snort in her chuckles. “I am already working on a big batch of baked goods right in this oven. And you sure aremfms, mfms,” -PpFrrrreewwwth- a flutter of foul air interrupted her, “proving your efforts.” The casual bout of smog filtered through the cushions and swarmed up around Buttered as he worked his elbows into the tummy, the sickly sweetened stench of sugar filtered into cider through the air in a casket of mushrooms, the peppery stench snaking its way to fog up his nostrils wherever he turned them.
“Mfms I feel like a nice, sludgy bun,” Dewly mumbled inside with a -Grbbrslsgsh- boil of gut grime following suit. The voice hazy, along with the occasional moan from Carameli.
“Yes you are, fmmf, with a nice, creamy core of caramel, right?” Pinkie asked and prodded her hoof along the surface, finding Carameli's head bulge and pulsing her hooves around them.
“Mmfs…” came from within. “Mmf, yes, sorry it is… so smooth… feel likemsm, mostly caramel in here.”
“Told ya,” pinkie said with a thrill in her voice, drilling her hooves on the bulge and kneading along with Buttered's massages, snickering as they worked on the bundles of belly flab, their efforts ensuring it deflated at a steady, languid pace.
-Bghhrlslsh- -Chbgrhrss- As Buttered sunk his hooves into the tummy, he felt the resistance congealing to that of mud, perhaps stale marmalade, as there were many broad chunks sloughing about inside, morphing up as he brushed up and kneaded in dunes of blubber, smushing down along the bottom of the expanding and contracting behemoth with swirling plies into the heated tummy oven. -Shhtlsgllgsh- it mushed inside, folded and smushed together like creamed corn, though there was still the vague outlines of the ponies inside, shifting and stirring along with the gurgles.
“Phaa, that was some great party today, we ran out of punch really quickly.”
“Oh?” Buttered wondered as he brushed his muzzle against the gut, listening to the echoing -Ghbrbgls- -Hhrlrlstsh- mulching within.
“Thankfully I knew somepony who could fill it back up in a hurry. Everypony had their fill, fmmss, but I am making more for next time.”
Buttered nodded, pulling on the straps of his bowtie as he peered up. “And, how… were they?”
“Mm? Oh Dewly? They were the tastiest chunk of party food there, I am so honoured to be the one to gobble them down, I held them in my maw for a long time too, they wiggled so much it tickled my snoot,” Pinkie explained with some languid gestures, snorting in a chuckle as she cradled down the side of the tummy, which contracted back so it only dipped at each side of her.
Buttered smiled, hugging into the stomach so he felt the gruel contents mould around him, soft gurgling bumps which prompted him to shift and brush his torso along it. The gut’s heaves and motions sluggish, the bottom of the stomach contracted to -Bbwnagns- swell back out and send a wave of rippling blubber up the stomach, the wave brushing in against Buttered's stomach as he held onto it. “That is, lovely to hear, so… they really wished for you, too?”
“Mm hmm, especially little ol Pinkie. They wanted to keep the party going as long as they -Hrrrruraaaalp- could,” she explained and slumped back against the couch, letting her tongue loll out as her stomach contracted with a muddy -shtspststshs-. Then it began to tip, the weight shifting downwards, onto Buttered, weighing him down and smushing down on his knees. “Mmfm wafs P-Pinkie” he huffed out, feeling the expanding gut pin him back against the footrest, and he heard the wooden legs grind against the floor.
“Mmf, s just heave it up for me, please, too tired,” Pinkie cooed.
The stallion took a deep breath, and wrapped his arms around the gut, getting a stronger grip… the nervousness he stored in his back legs was making him shake like a lighting rod in a cyclone. Doing his best to steady himself, he sloughed forwards, pushing himself and the gut back up into the couch, to the faint quivers and moans muffled within its depths. -Chhrltlptsltsh- -Chrnrnsgs- it came to rest. Buttered heaved, the quivers had escaped through his body, rustling shuddering ripples across the chub of the compacting tummy.
“Wphoowo, thanks Buttered.” Pinkie huffed, “you two fmms, in there, are a doozey of dough. How is the birthday pony feeling, chunky and sludgy?” She mused down at the tummy, rubbing over it and letting her hooves brush along Buttered as he recovered.
“Mfmwmf,” emerged from the depths.
-Ckkrthshs- The crumble of rotten wood buried in a bog bubbled from the gut. -Cllsshhrsbtsk-kkrksk-tkshc- -Ckhhtsbhstsh- The stomach contracted, crunching together with sundering ruptures, cracking apart the structures of the pony friends buried within. The stomach at first standing tall, but the more crumbles peeled from the grimy pouch, the more the gut slugged into a slump, which only grew heavier under its own bulk. -Chhths-s snapping bones and milling it to gravel -HGhstlslgsh- as the belly grumbled and sloshed the gunky batter of meaty slime.
Pinkie yawned. “Amamwmfs, smsm, there you two feel mm, so eager, both of you are gonna make some booty baked caramel. Happy birthday, Dewly,” Pinkie cheered as her gut crackled and sloughed together, collapsing back into itselfto a dune. All while Buttered laid splayed atop it, gently rubbing and massaging the congealing mud. “Mfmfsm… t-they s-sound so lively e-ee now,” -Chhbrrhs- he mentioned as the gut crunched and milled them together. Buttered felt chunks poking up, the head of a femur pushed against the soft lining, which like the rest was massaged back down, skeletal chunks, scapulas, shoudlerblades surfacing now and then, coaxed back into the mush with warm steady kneads and brushes.
“Phaa they sure dofmsm, they…” -Chhtbbo- Pinkie cheeks burst up swollen, and her lips puckered outward before -Bhruaualalalrrlprpsshhrooorpt- a storm of a burp s fluttered past her lips, hawking up chunks of vertebrae and tatters of a scarf, slathered in clumps of congealed frosting and lumps of liquid cake. -Spptlths- the chunks toppled over her belly, a daub of frosting landing on Buttered's muzzle. “Phoo… very loud and lively still. Mms, feels best that way… oh? Hanong…” She said, and beckoned Buttered up.
He flushed, peering around himself before slowly making his way up the belly, toward her face. They had been at it for hours, a haze of dusk closed in around them. As Pinkie leaned forwards Buttered gasped, but followed the motions, resting on the still -Chhrlslcjs- crackling gut beneath him for support, he leaned in for the kis-.
“Amamoghph-.”
Buttered's heart skipped a symphony of beats. That wasn't a kiss, that was… that was Pinkie's lips, clamming over his muzzle. The steamy mouth clinging to his coat, soaking it in her fluids, tongue warping up along his-.
-Shrrlspsu- Pinkie leaned back, smacking her lips. “Got a bit of frosting on you.”
It took a few moments for Buttered to breathe again, as he did, he slumped down into the embrace of the belly, its contents tautened to loam. His muzzle sunk into the tummy, and once he pulled back, he could still see a mould of his shaken expression, which he made quick work of to smooth out with plying, groping holds and massages to which Pinkie let out snort sand chuckling moans.
“Fffwffnf, wooweew… g-gosh…” Nessy huffed from somewhere in Pinkie's colon, flustered to mimic a tulip, hearing all the goings on outside, but too nervous to say a peep. Soon he was back to a stable massage against the tummy compiled to less than half its initial bulk.
~ 4 ~
-Ghhbrlsp- Buttered's hoof sunk into the stomach, moulding around the cratered imprint of the his hoof, -Chrslslgsh- tension of bone and gruel displaced around his motions, reaching a stout dent in the gut. Her stomach had contrails languid in its contractions, its size reminiscent of a bean-bag, but its texture spoke of its contents as hard-cheese in the early stages of melting.
-Bhruaaalp- Pinkie belched and brushed over her eyes, blinking towards Buttered. “You know what it is time for?”
The stallion peeked up, peering towards the window where Luna's night veiled ponyville. “The sleepover?”
“More like,” Pinkie said as she withdrew, Buttered shifting out and jolted forth with her gut -BBWwttwmp- clapping Buttered onto the footrest, "sleep starting.” She snickered, grinding up her belly to forge a sculpt around his torso, before. -Chhrsllslrth- she pulled it back with a creaking of gummed up tape, and from the perspiration gluing her to Buttered. “Lets make for the bedroom,” she cheered and took the lead. Buttered banished the shivers to his rear legs as he tailed after. The view was, pleasant. The rose globes rising, meeting the top with a bump that sent it sloping back. Pinkie rose her tail, granting Buttered a view of the pucker that peeked out between her buns in the stride, before nestling back in the groove. -Fffrlslth- a pinch of tangerine exhaust bubbled through the rear, which circled around him. The caress of butt broiled pungency contrasted the damp air around him. When Pinkie weaved her way into the bedroom, and once Buttered stepped over the threshold he drank in a deep breath of clean air. Instantly his cheeks bulbed, the air throughout the house laid thick in Pinkie's vapours, the rear grilled meat reeking a dusty charcoal and infused with cherry marmalade. Buttered breathed out a deep sigh, basking in the radiant warmth of Pinkie's heat, he had barely noticed her stinking up the house.
The mare shuffled up to the bed, cupping under her stomach as she backed up onto the mattress. -Shhflpth- her member flopping out, freed from the constraints of the midriff. -Bbtwnwgh- As she slumped back into his bed, Buttered watched the shaft twitch stiff. It slapped up into the stomach and bent it into two folding dunes around itself. Skin a dark mauve against the pastel coat, leading down to a pair of musk glistening, plump berries. Her shaft embodied the stem of a cherry, which siphoned the juice of the berries, inflating itself voluminous, and vibrating.
“Mmfs, aaah, it feels so comfy and warm, the birthday pony kneaded goo. They are really jamming up my bowels already,” she smiled, a hoof trailing down the arch of her drop belly, towards the mast. “You wouldn't mind helping a mare out with anotehrmmf, kind of tension too, huh? It is another thing I know you reeal well.”
Buttered swallowed, eyes honed on the pink hoof massaging the dark veins. Another deep breath of the lingering smog. “S-sure thing, Pinkie.”
-Spltsh- The flare bumped into the yellow cleft, prying them apart for them tip to smooch up the soft brim.
“Your flank is as soft and considerate as you,” pinkie whispered in Buttered's ear, her hooves crossed over his chest, her body a crescent around his, with her sludge stuffed gut -Sslltpwh- clumped and pancaked onto his back, “keep calm, and I will keep it cozy.” She cooed with a hush, as the brim prodded up up the pucker, bending it inwards… -Chhrrslp- until the circle of flesh eased and engulfed her tip. -Shhrttwhp- She scooted her stallionhood in, Buttered feeling how his rugose bowel walls smoothed under its advance, gradually folding in under the schedule of her cherry stem.
“Mmff fmms,” Buttered mumbled, nuzzling back so her weight pinned him down, the mast withdrawing, threading back along the same path, before meandering back through his rump.
“How does mm, it feels?” Buttered shuddered.
“Mm,” pinkie mused whilst letting her length explore his depths, the crinkle of fluid smeared within filling the pause between them -Shhsllfrrt- -Bhrrslsssh-, “It feels comfy enough for two,” Pinkie clammed her hips up around Buttered's cheeks, pressing her hips up tight to crescent Buttered's buns. The meat's pulses echoed through his spine, her cock brushed up just to the brim circumference of his colon, smooth enough to be accommodated through, with only the spice of tautness tickling his nethers.
“Mf, you are welcome to, fmmf, come by o-or d-drop in wh-when… ah…” Buttered lost track of his sentence.
“Mmm, I know, silly,” Pinkie ensured as her crotch -Bwwmpt- bopped up against his cheeks again, “You are welcome as well, I will always make time, and room for my,” -Bhruuaalalgp-, “mfs, friends.” Pinkie said, sighing with her lips clenched by her molars, her dick scootching in its thrusts. The warm rear pounded, with a sluggish grind of -Shfrlslts- moist sinew. With only punctuated by the -Cllpth- union of the mare and stallion's bodies.
Buttered blushed, pressure melting off of him as she indulged in the closeness. -Slslplwrsth- He felt a slough of goo trickle out into his colon, Pinkie's sack throbbing against his crack, though the mare kept the pace going, and Buttered was too comfortable to oppose.
In the deeper reaches of Pinkie's bowels, Nessy laid coiled by the tunnels into a tube of a pony, sliding gently in a moon arc along the humps outside. It warmed her heart, and muzzle, feeling the trembles, and sighed gently as it swayed her into a dreamy rhythm.
-Chrlfskt- She snoozed as the deep reaches in the other ends of the bowels filled, fudge shifting through the labyrinth, closing at its own, murk drenched rhythm.
~ 5 ~
The springs of the bed laid silent, mare and stallion clutched in the same cradling pose, Buttered nuzzling back against her chest, and brushing over her side.
-Ghrbrlslgsh- the stomach rumbled with the broil of caramel, ripples weighing onto his back.
“I can feel them in there, both happy meaals,” Buttered mumbled.
“Haarmmmf," Pinkie yawned. “both happy dough dollops baking into chocolate,” Pinkie said and smiled, “they feel so thick in there. Dewly was such a plump treat, I just knew he felt as good in there as he mm makes my tushie feel,” Pinkie wiggled her rump under the blanket -Pphfrrlt- A note of noxious fumes siphoned out her brim, the covers muffling the impact.
“How about, Carme-me…” Buttered mumbled, his pets roaming up to brush along the arcs of Pinkie's mane.
“Carameli,” she shuffled into place, the squeaks of the springs below backing up the chorus of -Ghbrlllgghs- gutter glue playing through her insides, “I always had a feeling she would make excellent, fmms, fudge nougat, and you will see that they both make a ton more booty butter than it looks. You know when you just feel that way about somepony?” Pinkie asked, Buttered nodding as his hooves roved through the expanse of strawberry mane, flattening coils under his hoof and feeling them eager to spring back up after his brush.
“Because my tummy really feels it is going to stuff up my butt plump with mmgmm, some birthday taffy. As well as the mmf, stinkiest farts you have ever smelt,” she affirmed, rubbing along the side of her gut, the pancaked meatball of an abdomen -Chgltptsh- Slourching in response like a cement mixer gorged on marmalade.
“See~.” she said with a snort and a snicker.
Buttered hummed as he coiled her mane along his hoof, brushing through the silken locks of her mane, bending the delicate rolls of floof along for the ride, wiping up tstray beads of perspiration and salt along the strands.
“Are you ever going to stop brushing my mane~?” Pinkie pondered.
“If iMmff... well, whenever it stops being such a happy bundle of floof.”
Pinkie snickered and hugged herself tighter, -Shhstsh- kneading the bloat of a gut bulb over his back. “You will be rubbing the pink out of it before that happens.”
“I wouldn't want that,” Buttered said, without stopping.
Pinkie snickered along with him, nuzzling her muzzle down in front of Buttered so her mane swept along his neck.
“Thanks for helping out today, it means a lot to,” -Bhraaallpup- a breath of onion and pony jerky brew seeped straight into Buttered's face, dashing his cheeks with colour, “Us all~. You were the best help for me, and mr and mrs mud cake in here,” she smiled and -Chshths- smooshed her gut in against his back.
“I-I am happy I could help you w-with everything, Pinkie. You make me smile.”
Pinkie beamed. Her eyes grew heavy, lidded, her tongue tickling her lips before they parted. -Haaawwmmmnnnfff- She yawned, gape broad with tendrils of drool tethered between tongue and teeth, dollops of saliva trailing down her cheeks and carnadine flesh warping with the throbs of muscles, leading back into the pit of scarlet dusk.
Buttered's breath picked up, sweat streaking behind his neck and flicking off of his ears as he stared don the maw.
-Aahaammfpgh-” Pinkie finished her yawn, smacking her lips and gushing out her tongue for a muzzle slurp.
“You are welcome anytime, Buffet~,” she said and shimmed them comfy on the mattress.
Feeling his heart become a hummingbird, Buttered' breathed, until he felt the pace match the pulse he felt on his back. “I am h-happy to hear, Pinkie. Does it feel, time for, sleep over?”
“Mmfm…,” Pinkie mumbled, eyes lidded and a second -hAamf- giving him a glimpse of the depth -Ghbrhrhstsl- as vibration through the gullet snuck into his ear.
Buttered reached down, heaving up the blanket over the two of them, tucking Pinkie in snug beside himself and as her eyelids closed, swept a hoof through the fluff of her mane.
“Goodnight, Pinkie,” he said, then… shifted a bit, and brushed over her thighs, “g-goodnight to you as well, Nessy.”
“Mmfs, g-goodnight, Buttered, s-sleep tight.” 'I sure will', she thought and felt the humid surroundings -Chhrslslqh- clench tauter. She sighed, she should have known this help would take the rest of her day. Then again, she didn't mind.
-Ghrbrsltsh- She heard the rumbles, and crumbling of mulch below, the mare sensing the bowels behind her -Chhrlrlsths- creak broader, through the catacombs came huffs of vapours trapped below -Shhffft- and the -Chrlslths- soggy stride of a bulwark of butt fudge slugging its way forwards. -Spplthwhert- It crept onto her hooves.
“Mfmrr,” Nessy coughed, the surface of sludge bending around her contours, rolling forth in dunes separated by the pressure parting the muck along the numerous slime riddled crack -Crrlschhth- it steamrolled her coat matte under the putrid coils seeping from the colon chocolate, the warmth pressing into her, as if she tiptoed into a bubble bath of honey. -dddmt-cmth-Cmmth-chmt- In the distance she heard the beating of Pinkie's heart, coursing through the walls of the colon just so that Nessy could feel it brushing along her body. Swept away in the calm of the organs working around her, hugging her, always present and warming, despite the air reeking of a dilapidated melon farm, refurbished into a compost silo. “Mfms. T-tighter t-than I expected,” she huffed and shuddered, all as her body was consumed by the creeping onslaught of congealing manure, crackling up her torso, entombing her within a cocoon of rich marble broken apart by its ruffled, craggled texture; a fresh fossil of fudge, yet to calcify.