Will It Blend?

There is something truly magical about a special milkshake at Sugarcube Corner. The “Belly Creamer Delight” they call it. The creator, Pinkie Pie, isn't even a unicorn, and yet it is said to have an utterly delectable taste, with varying flavors. The method is voluntarily kept secret, though apparently well-known by its patrons, who recommend it. It attracts ponies from outside of Ponyville to try out the creation for themselves. It's truly an experience.

So it's only natural that a pony from Manehattan would take a visit. Sometimes it's nice to get out of the big city anyhow. And for Precise Taste, it was almost a responsibility, to explore brave new tastes, to go where no tongue has gone before -- he cut off his own thoughts. They just didn't sound right. He cleared his throat and glanced around. He wasn’t sure of the directions to Sugarcube Corner, come to think of it. He stared around the city, unsure where to go. The city wasn’t as laid out as Manehattan.

Fortunately, his train of thought came a halt as Pinkie Pie herself appeared in front of him. He was startled and jumped back a bit. Pinkie stood ever smiling in front of him and simply said, “Hiya! Welcome to Ponyville!” Confetti emerged from her hooves, and Precise could hear a party horn from somewhere. He finally responded, “Uh… hello.” He glanced at her and finally realized, “Oh, oh! You’re Pinkie Pie! The-the um, confectioner!” Pinkie smiled even wider, her eyes sparkling, and said, “You know me? I don’t even know you!”

Precise blushed and rubbed his mane. “Oh, yes, excuse me, my name is Precise Taste! I’ve come to try one of your famous “Belly Creamer Delights.” Pinkie seemed absolutely delighted to hear that, as she immediately started to bounce in place. “Oh! You’re going to love it, Precise! It’s soooooooo good. I should know! I make it-- and I’ve tried it!” She did a 180 in the air, and started to bounce off, so Precise quickly followed her.

Sugarcube Corner was a sight to behold for Precise. He’d never seen such an exotic architecture. This small town really allowed for much more creative liberties. The building only made him that much more interested in the actual treat itself. He walked inside, where Pinkie was walking into the back of the shop. “Just a second! I gotta get them out of the fridge!” He chuckled to himself, “Them?” Perhaps there’s more than one flavor. He fantasized about the taste in his head, imagining massive milkshakes with a rainbow of flavors. Nice and cold on this summer day. A perfect time for the treat.

Pinkie came back wielding a tray of milkshakes, already in glasses. They were pretty big, actually, he wondered whether or not he could even drink them. There were three glasses, each with different colors and a topping. “Okey-dokey! Here’s your options, Precise! First up, you can get this nice banana-strawberry flavor. With little pink sprinkles on top! It’s sooooo sweet and soft.” Precise nodded. A classic milkshake flavor. He’d definitely pick this one if he wasn’t sure about the others.

“Next up, you have this really thick milkshake, but super tasty! It’s pretty much all good old red apple flavoring, with a bit of peanut butter! Topped with some nice cookie crumbs.” Apples and peanut butter was a tried and true combo, he had to admit. But he’d wait until the last one for his decision. “And lastly, this milkshake will charge you up with energy! Well, if you can still move after drinking all that!” Pinkie chuckled, and shook her somewhat enlarged belly, which sloshed around. “Anyway! So you can see mostly vanilla, but, also! Check out the blue dashes all through it. Those blue dashes just fill you with so much energy, and taste like the best berry blend I’ve ever had.”

While interesting, Precise decided to go with a relatively “normal” milkshake flavoring. “‘I’ll have that nice pink and yellow one, please.” Pinkie smiled joyously and said, “That’ll be five bits, please! I hope you love it!” He handed over the money, and took his shake over to a table as Pinkie brought the others back to her fridge. He grabbed a straw and started slurping straight away.

It was like nothing he had ever tasted! It was absolutely the tastiest blend of banana and strawberry he had ever tasted. He just loved the flavor, and it really did taste so sweet. Kind, even. As if he was experiencing a hug all throughout his body. The cool shake comforted him all the way down his throat and into his belly, and he just kept drinking and drinking. “Mmmmmm,” he couldn’t help but moan out loud. Nothing had ever made him feel like this before. It really was an experience.

Before he knew it, he was suddenly finished with the glass. He looked sadly through the glass, onto the table. He held his belly in his hooves, it hanging out slightly. Though, he didn’t feel that full, so he decided to ask for another one. He shouted, “Um, Ms. Pie? Could I have another one?” From the back, he heard what sounded like a milkshake machine, at which he frowned. He couldn’t deny the flavor of it though, regardless of how it’s made. He heard the fridge open and then close, and then Pinkie popped out of the doorway. “What’d you say? I couldn’t hear you over the milkshakes.”

He repeated, “I would like another one, please! The same kind, if you can.” Pinkie smiled, and said, “Right away! I’ll get you the other half in a jiffy!” She zipped away, opened/closed the fridge again, and zipped right back. “Here you go!” she said, placing down his drink on the table. He immediately started to slurp at it, disregarding the pink pony once more. Pinkie squealed quietly, and skipped over to the front desk, waiting for any other customers that may come by.

As Precise was slurping away his milkshake, another customer did come by, actually. He only barely saw it, looking out of the corner of his eye, but this little purple dragon walked up. He was speaking to Pinkie, but Precise couldn’t hear a thing. The drink filled nearly all his senses, from the smell, to the taste, the feeling, even his own slurping drowned out other sounds. He barely stopped to breathe. But he could see as the little dragon followed Pinkie into their backroom.

A loud belch came echoing throughout the building. Precise Taste almost immediately covered his mouth by habit, but it was just so good. It was worth a nice belch, and he wasn’t in Manehattan anymore. He leaned back in his chair, his belly now sagging very much indeed. It was probably about the size of a beach ball. Or two of those milkshakes, he thought delightfully. He rubbed his belly, the warm hug sensation still being felt throughout. He licked his lips as well, remembering the taste of it. But he couldn’t drink anymore, he felt very full.

He was so engorged he didn’t even notice Pinkie appear right next to him. She was as smiley as ever, and wearing an apron, though he could see that it was just being used to cover up her belly. Not that it mattered to him, his own was much bigger at the moment. “Did ya like it?” She asked, cheerfully. Precise just nodded, and let out another small burp. “Great! I’m so happy. Everyone always loves these! Hey, would you like to see how it’s made too?” Precise recalled the machine he thought he heard earlier, so he nodded again. He was curious. Even if machine-made, it tasted fantastic.

She hopped in the air despite her belly, and gleefully said, “Hurray! Although I can’t show you right now. Come back in, hmmm…” She shook her own belly around, then shook Precise’s around also, emitting another burp. She looked out the window, and finally continued, “How about you come back tomorrow? Sleep some of that off.” She giggled as she poked his belly again. He nodded once more. As Pinkie bounced away, he made an attempt to get out of his chair. He ended up belly first on the ground, letting out another belch.

He lifted himself up as much as he could, though his belly still dragged slightly across the ground. Luckily, his hotel wasn’t too far away. It was so good, but oh he regretted filling himself up this much. He could hear his belly being noisier than ever, just gurgling away its food. Pinkie was right about the timing, he was just about ready to pass out after all that. As soon as he got to his room, he plopped down in the bed and passed out.

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Precise Taste woke up with a yawn as the sun came through the window, though he noticed he was on the floor now. Actually, no, he was still on his bed. The legs of the bed had snapped while he was sleeping. He hoped that wouldn’t be too expensive to replace. When he got up, he also noticed he was quite a bit lighter, though some extra fat hung off of his limbs. He amused himself by flapping around the flab, then jumped out of bed and started heading back over to Sugarcube Corner. He was very interested to see how the milkshake was made.

On the way there, he noted a yellow pegasus with a pink mane. She reminded him of that delicious drink, and he trotted ever so faster. As he came through the doors, there was an elegant-looking unicorn picking up a strange-looking green and purple milkshake. They nodded at each other as she left with the drink. And Pinkie clopped her hooves together as she saw Precise. “You came!” she squealed. “Oh you’re gonna love it. Lemme show you how the magic happens! Well not literal magic,” she said, tapping her head. “Follow me!”

`They trotted into the backroom, which was full of all sorts of baking utensils, ingredients, and dishes. It was a very nice kitchen area, and he didn’t notice any sort of machinery, really. Just the fridge, oven, usual. Pinkie turned around to face Precise and said, “Okay. Ready to see how I make them?” Precise nodded, and noticed then that her belly was much flatter than yesterday. Even his was still pudgy. When he looked back up, Pinkie’s maw was gaping, then he shivered as he felt her wet tongue run underneath his body, scooping him off the ground. He started to panic, saying, “H-hey!” The tongue quickly retracted, bringing him along.

He smoothly fell into her maw, landing his face against the back of her throat. Then he could hear a rather loud gulp as the throat beneath him opened up and started to squeeze him down. And in only about one or two more “gulps,” his entire body was inside Pinkie’s stomach. After flopping around and getting “comfortable” or as comfortable as someone who’s been eaten could be, he immediately started to struggle as much as he could. He shouted for help through the stomach, hoping anyone could hear him.

He was answered by Pinkie’s hooves lifting him up, and shushing him. “It’s okay, Precise! This is the process,” she giggled. That did not make him feel any more comfortable. He had no idea how being eaten and digested was related to milkshake-making. “Just try not to be so rowdy, okay? I still gotta run the shop!” That sounded completely ridiculous to him. He thought, Rowdy?? You just swallowed me whole and alive! He renewed his efforts, and Pinkie just sighed. The belly re-shifted itself as Pinkie dropped the belly and went back to her normal routine.

After about five minutes, he finally got tired of the constant struggling. It clearly wasn’t accomplishing anything. He thought it was funny that he, a food taster, would be eaten. He looked at the stomach acid below him (as much as he could see in there) and wondered why it didn’t seem to really burn or anything. Maybe it didn’t work on other ponies, right? Every so often, he could hear somepony talking with Pinkie, but he couldn’t hear anything. It was all drowned out by gurgles and glorps. He would try to struggle at those moments, but nobody seemed to pay any mind.

After a while, he realized that the stomach acid was working. In fact, when he tried to move his legs around, he noticed his hind legs had seemingly melted. He hadn’t even felt them disappear. He looked at his front hooves, and noticed them dripping. His panic was renewed, but the struggling still had yet to cause anything to happen. Pinkie did however, shake him around quite a bit. He could see her face lean into the side of the stomach, and she said, “Almost done! Step two’s up in maybe… 20 minutes.” 20 minutes?! I won’t last that long!

After twenty more minutes of churning and digesting, Precise Taste was nothing but a melted pool of his former self. Though also, he was still there. He could feel his lack of shape, though he couldn’t say anything or move anything. He felt Pinkie’s hooves shake the belly again, and then the whole stomach seemed to flip around as she bounced in the air. The stomach start to churn around, squishing him, then squeezing him… upwards? He could feel the throat again, then very briefly the tongue, then he was blinded by light. He heard the familiar “milkshake machine” noise and landed in a bowl. He could see the pink earth pony towering above him, with her muzzle shaped something like a spigot. He tried to speak, but of course, nothing came out.

Her mouth reformed, and she clopped her hooves together before saying, “Okay, now step two! We gotta refrigerate you for a while. Not as long as your time in my belly though, don’t worry!” She giggled, and picked up his bowl, carrying him into the fridge. Then once the door shut, it was all dark again. But very much colder compared to the stomach he was just in. It made him kind of miss Pinkie’s belly, but altogether he was very confused about the current situation. He had no idea how this all was related to the milkshake, or why he was even still alive. He couldn’t do anything but wait for her to come back, though.

She came back in about 30 minutes. It wasn’t as long as the hour or so in her belly, but Precise felt like it was longer, just because there’s not much to do as a melted pool. She picked the bowl out of the fridge, and carried it back over to what he presumed was the counter. “Okay, this might feel a bit weird!” Couldn’t be any weirder than the rest of this. The bowl turned sideways and he could see himself being poured into one of the milkshake glasses. Then she stopped, which gave him an odd sense of disembodiment. Then she poured his other half into the another glass.

He had the strangest feeling, being in two places at once. He could “see” himself, like he was looking in a mirror. He looked like a pair of mint and chocolate milkshakes. Pinkie above him said, “Ta-da! Don’t you look delicious? Oh! I forgot to ask you what topping you like. Well, you look like a chocolate chip type of pony, so I’ll sprinkle some of those on.” She trotted away and returned with a bag of chocolate chips. Precise felt as they all landed on him, lightly sinking into him.

Pinkie licked her lips at the sight. “Ohhh you look so good. And I get to try you out first so I know the flavor!” He watched as she picked him up, and simply started drinking straight from the glass. While he felt the familiar feeling of being swallowed once more, he could also now see her swallowing him from outside. He watched her belly inflate ever so slowly as he slipped more and more down her throat. It was really very strange. He was simultaneously both in the cool glass of the milkshake glass, and also inside the hot, wet stomach of Pinkie Pie.

She finished slurping him down and let out a belch, patting her belly. “Whoo! You tasted so good, somepony’s gonna love you! You’re like, a usual mint-chocolate milkshake, but then there’s this savory richness also. I love it!” They both heard a bell ring at the front counter, which made Pinkie giddier. “Ooooh someone’s here!” She went and grabbed two other milkshakes from the fridge, and then also Precise. He headed out on a tray, in between the other shakes.

He was happy to see another pony, and also to clearly hear another pony. Well, about halfway, anyway. It’s as if one ear was pressed against a belly (or specifically, inside one) and the other was free to listen. Pinkie said, “Hiya Bon-bon! Looking for a milkshake on this hot summer day?” Bon-bon looked at the three shakes, though she locked on the middle one. “Is that… Lyra?” Pinkie shook her head. “Nope! It’s a new pony! He tasted some yesterday and wanted to find out how they were made,” she responded, giggling. “Wanna try it? You’d be the first! Or er, second!”

Precise was rather horrified at how nonchalantly Bon-bon seemed to be going along with this. Everyone in this town’s totally okay with the cannibal milkshakes?! As she turned over the bits and started carrying him to a table, he thought about the milkshakes he himself drank yesterday. Who would that have been? He felt a straw poke through him, and he started to be slurped up the paper tube and down yet another fleshy tube. He sighed internally, though, this being his third time in a belly, it wasn’t really that bad altogether. He felt both Pinkie’s belly, moving around very actively, and Bon-bon’s, slightly draping over her chair.

He wasn’t sure what would be next. After a while, he realized that he couldn’t feel Pinkie’s movements anymore. And he felt smaller. What did that mean? Was he really digested this time? He wanted to struggle, but he couldn’t at all. He felt hooves massage him from outside, and he just somehow felt even more melty. The stomach just felt so soft, and his shapeless form fit perfectly into all the crevices. No pain, but he could feel himself fading away. He thought about the taste of that milkshake he had yesterday…

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Precise Taste woke up in his bed, feeling rather relaxed. And confused. He looked around his room. The bed was still broken. The window was later in the afternoon than when he woke up earlier… Did he wake up earlier? He could vividly remember being eaten, three times, but it felt almost dreamlike. He realized though, he should really go figure out how Pinkie makes those shakes, disregarding his own imagination.

He got there pretty fast, and when he did, Pinkie was at the front, eagerly awaiting him. “Hey Precise! How’d you like it?” He was puzzled. “Wait, you mean…?” Pinkie cocked her head, and said, “Remember, silly? The whole eating and melting and stuff?” Precise realized that that wasn’t a dream at all. It really was the process. He just stammered, “I-- You--” and Pinkie trotted to the side, revealing a bulging belly and also pointing out a pegasus that was standing off to the side.

“Precise, this is my friend Fluttershy! You might remember her colors,” Pinkie said, rubbing her hoof over Fluttershy’s fur and mane. “Banana and strawberry, remember?” Of course, he did. He still couldn’t forget the deliciousness of that drink, even if he was rather weirded out by the method of creation. Fluttershy said, quietly, “I-I hope you enjoyed it, Mr. Taste. Your belly felt nice.” Precise blushed brightly, both from embarrassment and also the odd intimacy. He responded, “Um, I, uh, yes. It was very… very delicious. Thank you, Fluttershy.” The pegasus smiled and nodded.

“So? What’d you think of it all?!” Pinkie asked, eagerly. Precise felt so mixed up in his feelings. The shakes were great, he couldn’t deny that. But they were made by eating other ponies… harmlessly? That’s what confused him. He reappeared harmlessly in his bed, despite being digested in two separate ponies. He finally responded, “I’m uh, mostly just confused. How did that all work?” Pinkie’s eyes beamed at him, and she said, “Well, I’m glad you asked!

“So first of all, I ate you, hehe. I started eating ponies a while back actually, after I realized how good they tasted. Ponies are like, naturally sweet. It’s awesome! Ahem, anyway, I swallow them nice and whole. Then ya sit in my belly a while, getting all goopy. See, I realized if you just spit them out like halfway through, you just get a nice melted pony instead of digesting them all the way. And I check how goopy they are by shakin’ my belly around.” To demonstrate, she shook her current belly around, which still produced a vaguely pony shape. “Not done yet! But yeah that’s prettttty much it! Everything else is normal shake makin’.”

Precise mouthed a wow. The whole thing was still kinda unbelievable. But it was also intriguing at the same time, and still had a delicious outcome. “Well that’s… that’s pretty amazing. I loved the shake, Ms. Pie. I’ll be sure to write you a great review for the Manehattan newspaper! Oh, and I’ll keep your method a secret. The surprise is part of the experience, I think.” Pinkie cheered and hugged Precise tightly. They waved goodbye at each other and Precise headed back to Manehattan. When he finally wrote his piece later, regarding the method, he simply wrote, “Of course, everypony that hears about this shake always wonders, ‘How is it made?’ The answer is part of the experience of trying it. Make sure to ask Pinkie Pie how it’s made after trying some!”