Another chunk of caramel brownie slides down your throat half-chewed and you feel the satisfying bulge of another portion entering your expanding waistline. You open up for another mouthful, but you get nothing. Pinkie doesn't so much as pop a chocolate chip into your awaiting maw. You open your eyes to find that there's not a single sweet left in the shop.
"Hey whah..huff huh huff, what gives?" You're so exhausted from shoveling down the snacks that you have to stop for breath just to keep talking. Pinkie notices your distress and giggles,
"Wowie zowie Miss Piggy You're still hungry?"
You nod, your entire frame shaking as you do. Pinkie's face lights up and she skips over to the middle of the room, where a checkered carpet decorates the floor. She reaches down and yanks the carpet away with her mouth, revealing a large trap door. She gives that a tug, and it too gives way, flipping up instead of to the side. She must be busting out the good stuff.
"Here, I bet you're dying to have a looky-loo at what's down here, aren'tcha?" Pinkie says. Once again you nod, too busy panting and wiping crumbs from your belly with one pudgy hoof to bother speaking. Pinkie beams her brightest smile yet as she skips around you, pushing her head against your large posterior. She starts scooting your oversized booty toward the hole, letting you see inside of it. Glancing over the edge doesn't really give you a very good view though.
"I can't see.. What's inside?" You've started taking pauses while talking just so you don't wind yourself again.
"Why don't you go down and look, jelly-belly!" Pinkie says, and gives you a shove from underneath that pushes you, butt-first, into the dark hole. You scream, but you quickly realize that you're not falling, you're sliding! She's sent you down some crazy swirling slide underneath the bakery. The ride only lasts a few thrilling seconds though, and you're tossed onto your pudgy posterior right on top of a mountain of plush pillows.
Wherever you are is at least lit up well, and you check your surroundings to find them quite nice. On either side of you there's fine silk curtains, framing this pile of pillows like it was some sort of throne. The room itself is lined in velvet and lit by a few dimly glowing magical torches, making for a very alluring atmosphere. Only a few things seem out of place. One is a phonograph in the far corner, and the other is a device with a pair of hoses and a large glass chamber sitting in front of you.
"Wheee!" You hear a voice above you, it's Pinkie! She rockets down the slide, shouting and whooping like a schoolfoal. She gets thrown off much like you, only she lands on your big belly, sending rippling waves through you. She hops off you and down off the pile of pillows to check on that odd machine.
"So, how do you like it?" She asks, taking one of the hoses in her mouth.
"It's nice... Real nice... But what's it for?"
"Milk silly!" She says, and then slaps one of the hoses onto your left mammary. You cry out, but only because it was a little cold, "Y'see Peachy, there's nothing that goes better with a delicious pastry than a glass of milk! So here at sugarcube corner, we wanna make sure everypony has the best, most superest time around. We wanna make sure everypony has a glass of milk! But the problem is, cows are expensive and me and Mrs. Cake can only make so much before our little milk factories get tired."
"You ponynapped me?" you say, you'd sound more shocked but you're simply too tired.
"That's a mean word Peachy! Besides, you wanna be here. Before, we took ponies who nopony liked and milked 'em, that way nopony would miss 'em! But ol' Diamond Tiara and grumpy Silver Spoon made sour milk. We tried feeding them lots of pastries to make it better, but they were just too grumpy!"
"Did you let them go...?"
"Of course not! They'd tell everyone and our fun times would be over! Mr.Cake sold 'em to Zecora, she said she had lots for them to do over at her hut!" Pinkie attaches the second nozzle, giving you another jolt, "But don't worry Peachy! You'll love it here, and you'll make so much delicious, creamy mare's milk!"
A flick of her activated the pumps and the machine started milking your fatty tits, sucking out the white gold from inside. Honestly, as freaky as it was, it was enjoyable. Pinkie noticed your relaxed expression and trotted over to the phonograph, giving it a few quick turns to start up the music. The song relaxed you even further, you'd fall asleep if you weren't so,
"Hungry?" Pinkie says, before tugging on a nearby rope. A long chute popped out of the side of the wall and slid down in front of you. An eclair tumbled down the chute and fell into a large bowl at the end, right in front of you. You look to the pastry and then to Pinkie. She's smiling and nodding. She obviously wants you to dig in, but do you?
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