Pinkie checked her watch again as she waited in the Ponyville museum for Dash to arrive. Between her acceptance to the Wonderbolts, frequent friendship problems across the country, and running the regional weather team, Dash had been getting harder and harder to spend time with. Even Pinkie sense could only go so far when a pony was as likely to be in Yak Yakistan or her own home.

While she waited for Dash she examined her preparations for the Elements of Harmony display at the museum, which would have its grand opening this weekend. Each of her friends had visited the Pie family farm to spend time with Marble and have a statue of themselves sculpted. Each of her friends, except Dash. Given Marble’s shyness and the nature of sculpting it could take at least a few days to make a good statue.

Getting the fastest pony in Equestria to slow down for a few days had proven beyond Pinkie’s abilities, so the display was currently one statue short. In Between the statues of Rarity and Fluttershy was an empty pedestal with a golden engraved nameplate on it.

The bell above the museum’s door rang as Dash sped through, making her way to the exhibit that Pinkie was waiting at.

“Hey, Pinkie, I came as fast as I could. You said you had a way to get my statue finished without visiting the farm?” Dash asked.

Pinkie nodded, having already arranged with Cadance for a way to both finish the exhibit and give Dash a much needed vacation. “Yeah, it’ll be easy! You just need to step on this pedestal so I can take a photograph to send Marble and she can do the rest. Then I can tell you about that super secret birthday gift I wanted to get you.”

“Awesome! Just be sure to take the photo fast, I’m supposed to give Scootaloo another flight lesson, then I need to fly some cloud samples to the weather factory in Cloudsdale, and then I need to make it to Wonderbolt’s practice.”

“Oh I promise it’ll only take a second.” Pinkie giggled and went over to a camera that was waiting on a tripod. “It’ll probably take you longer to put on the—oh.”

Dash chuckled as she finished pulling the hood of the Wonderbolts outfit on. “I’m gonna look so much cooler as a statue with my outfit on. Try not to get jealous”

Pinkie nodded and gestured to the pedestal. “Just step up so I can take the photo.”

The marble base made a clopping sound that echoed through the empty museum as Dash stepped onto it. The base began to glow in a faint blue as Cadance’s enchantment was activated by Dash’s weight. “So you remember, if you’re throwing me a surprise party tomorrow I’ll only be in town from two to three pm okay?”

Pinkie hid a smile as she watched the marble begin to creep onto Dash’s hooves. The latex Wonderbolt outfit was already turning from blue to a cool grey as the stone quickly crept up her legs. “Uh-huh, that’ll barely be enough time for cake or your surprise but I’m sure I can figure a way out to help you stick around longer.”

Dash tapped one of her front hooves as she waited impatiently, “Come on, snap the photo already.” She noticed her hoof had begun to feel a bit heavy and shook it, figuring it had fallen asleep somehow. It wasn’t until Dash looked down and saw her legs covered in silvery veins and cool grey marble that she realized something was wrong.

The camera clicked as Pinkie took a photo. The mare was now marble from the fetlocks and shoulders down to her hooves had a look of confusion on her face as she looked back from the quickly developing polaroid. “Oh, that photo is a keeper!”

“P-Pinkie? What’d you do?!” Dash flapped her wings to try and get off of the pedestal but it was useless. Her legs were now firmly planted, becoming one with the marble base which weighed a hundred pounds easily. She couldn’t, and wouldn’t, be going anywhere with that much dead weight.

“Oh?” Pinkie came over to look more closely, but careful not to get close enough to be affected by the enchantment. “Well you were too busy to visit Marble for a few days for your sculpture to be made and that got me thinking, you haven’t had a vacation in years! Why, I’m pretty sure somepony could work themselves to death at this rate so I arranged for your statue and your vacation with a little help from Cadance!”

Dash squirmed as the marble in her legs set, the joints popping softly and a crackling sound coming from her legs as solid marble replaced her fur and flesh. “Pinkie, this isn’t funny!” She bit her lip as she squirmed, feeling herself beginning to blush. Between her hind legs the familiar sensation of arousal had set in. She was so used to the helplessness of bondage that even being turned into a statue while a bit frightening wasn’t without its benefits.

“Don’t worry, it’s just for the one week Grand Opening of the exhibit. Just you, me, and Cadance know about this. I’ll tell Twilight and the others I’ve finally convinced you to take a much needed vacation while you enjoy a little predicament I’ve put you in based on a few magazines I found at your house.”

A heavy weight settled over Dash’s chest as the stone continued to creep over her body. Her breathing was slowing down as more and more of her turned to stone but instead of panic or breathlessness, a feeling of calm and arousal was washing over her. “Pink— Wai—” Dash huffed as the last of her breath was stolen away.

Pinkie smiled and nodded. “Don’t worry I planned it all out! I read that article on edging and orgasm denial and had the strangest Pinkie sense! I just knew that’d be the perfect gift so the enchantment was created special by Cadance. The closer you are to other ponies, the more arousing the spell will become. If anypony touches you, then the spell will give you enough stimulation for release… but this is a museum after all and nopony is allowed to touch the exhibits! Hehe. You’ll also be able to see and hear, it’s so fun I almost asked her to make a pedestal for me but somepony needs to keep an eye on you.”

She would have groaned if she could feel anything below her neck. Dash had been reading some kinky fiction lately since she hadn’t had time to go to the bar or the clubs to get her needs met. Unfortunately for her, the last one had been about a mare whose Domme teased her for weeks before letting her cum, and it would seem that article formed the foundation for this spell now washing over her.

The tightness continued to spread as her form seemed to shrink barely, the stone creating a tight embrace around every inch of her body. Her wings, tail, and legs were all stuck in a pose chosen by Cadance, leaving Dash standing there in a heroic pose. Wings slightly spread, chest puffed out, tail held high. Her body felt cold and her attempts to move were about as useful as trying to talk to a brick wall—or perhaps marble statue in this case. Only her chin and face remained flesh as the sweeping gray crept over them.

“Wow you turned out really good Dash! After the Grand Opening Cadance will visit and reverse the spell. I wonder how well it’s working?”

Pinkie stepped closer to Dash, watching her face for some signs of arousal or joy. The magic focused itself on her hind quarters, telling Dash that she was flush with arousal and warm, that her hooves were tingling and her hind left leg was twitching. Despite being stone from the neck down, Dash’s mind couldn’t tell the difference between the enchantment or the time Soarin had bent her over the bench in the locker room and— Dash tried so hard to moan as Pinkie got within a couple inches of her face.

A wide smile spread across Dash’s face as the sensations pushed her closer to an orgasm, yet somehow keeping her from getting to close. “Oh! Good idea, smile!” Pinkie brushed a few stray hairs on Dash’s forehead out of the way of her eyes.

Dash could have sworn she felt the marble foundation shaking as the sensation of Pinkie’s touch rocked her to the core. The feeling of her hoof against Dash’s forehead spread as if Pinkie was gently rubbing her stone clit. Dash could feel the muscles in her body tensing and relaxing, though the stone was incapable of such a feat. The last of her body glossed over and turned to marble as Dash’s eyes, wide in shock and arousal, became smooth cool stone.

Pinkie stepped back and put the velvet rope up that would stop curious school ponies from touching or climbing on the exhibits. “Have fun Dash! Maybe I can come by in a few days to give you a thorough dusting, I wouldn’t want your vacation to be boring!”

She turned and left the museum with a skip in her step, camera hanging around her neck. Dash watched her go and tried to scream out, not in frustration or in anger but because with each step Pinkie took the arousal in her loins was quenched like a fire in a rainstorm. It only took a few moments before Dash felt nothing but a sense of calm and serenity, the maddening arousal of a few moments ago a distant memory.

With her gaze fixed forward and no ability to move or interact with the world, Dash found her thoughts wandering as the sun set in the museum. There was so much she had to do and so many things she should be worried about. Perhaps it was the spell or just the helplessness of the situation, but for the first time Dash found herself truly relaxed and not at all worried. She began to feel a sense of drowsiness and wondered if statues sleep.

While she waited to get some rest, she also wondered what it would be like to be on display during the grand opening. Each pony that walked up to look at the exhibit would be matched by a growing sense of arousal, and each pony that walked away would quickly extinguish that fire. She would easily spend twelve hours a day going back and forth, closer and further from an orgasm she might not reach until the end of the week.

Dash found herself oddly grateful for the CMC as she stood there. Surely if anypony was going to cross the velvet rope and touch the exhibits it was Scootaloo and her friends. Dash could only hope her biggest fan would unwittingly give her the biggest orgasm. Otherwise, it could be quite a long and torturous week.

“Is this the place?” Maud asked.

“Mmhmm,” Marble replied. She came to a stop alongside Limestone, who had been pulling this heavy cart for hours.

“About time! This thing weighs a ton,” Limestone complained.

“Let’s go inside.” Maud pushed the door to the museum open and turned on the lights. She was followed in shortly after by her sisters.

“Hmm?” Marble walked forward in confusion towards the exhibit. Amidst the five statues that she had sculpted in the past couple months was a six statue she had not made.

“What the… Marble, I thought you said you didn’t make Dash’s statue! Why’d I drag this thing all the way up here?” Limestone asked.

Marble shrugged, soon joined by Maud who was taking a very close look at the statue. “This isn’t hers, this is Carrara. Our marble is Calacatta.”

“Well if we didn’t make it who did? Rarity said she was only sending Dash’s measurements to us.” Limestone sighed and sat down, rubbing her temples. There was going to be so much work to catch up on and all to drag a statue to Ponyville when they already had a perfectly good one. “Come on, let’s take ours back home.”

“No, this one doesn’t match,” Maud objected.

“Who cares?” Limestone asked.

“I do,” Marble whispered.

Maud nodded and pointed to the statue of Rarity to the statue’s right. “Notice the thin silver veins running parallel to each other and far straighter? This Carrara statue doesn’t match the other five from our farm.”

“So you want us to steal it?” Limestone asked, rolling her eyes.

“No, we’ll just replace it with the statue Marble worked so hard to make, and donate this one to the museum in Manehatten on our way back home.”

Limestone huffed and trudged towards the door. “Fine, if it’ll get us home faster, but I swear I can’t tell the difference.”

Maud shrugged, “That’s why you won’t get a rocktorate in rock sciences… but to be fair, they are eerily similar. Same pose and everything.”

“Mmhmm,” Marble added. It was as if some other artist had found Marble’s plans for the statue and made their own, and she doubted anyone other than herself or Maud would notice. However Marble was smiling on the inside as she appreciated Maud’s attention to detail. At least one pony would know the difference when they got rid of the duplicate statue in Manehatten.

Author's Notes:

Here's a short story written as a gift for KRD's birthday / christmas. How convenient, I only had to get half as many gifts.