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A Pinch of Paprika

by Doldrum of Despair

Chapter 2: Paprika

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“I’m really sorry. I totally thought she would go for it. This is so going to ruin her opinion of Tangy’s Shipping labs. Oh this is just awful.”

“Relax, mate. It was an accident. We just introduced her to one too many unicorns at once. Look, she’s waking up.”

“Oh I sure hope she’s alright.”

Rainstream’s headache had only gotten worse while she’d been unconscious. She reached up to rub her forehead, which did little to relieve the agony in her cranium. She gave her lips a lick, and tasted something lumpy and bitter. Great. She’d puked again. She opened her eyes to see where her friends had propped her up, and as usual, regretted the decision.

“Nnnnng, where am I?”

“Glad you’re feeling better mate,” Dragsy’s voice echoed throughout the room. “You’re in Tangy’s bathroom.”

Of course. The bathroom. No wonder the lights were so bright. It made sense, but somehow it surprised her every time.

“You’ve been out about five minutes. Don’t worry.”

Rain tried opening her eyes again, very slowly this time. The first thing she noticed was Dragomena’s big pink eyes staring at her with worry. Then she realized she was leaning sideways against the toilet with one of her hooves draped across it. Thankfully,the bowl was empty, but there was still some food on the lip.

“Are you feeling alright?” Tangy poked her head out from behind Drags.

The two of them blocked the light from the other room nicely. Rainstream leaned her head back against the wall behind her.

“Yeah, I’m fine now.” She looked down at the tiles between her hooves. She finally met the ponies behind her favorite vlog and what did she do? Show up hammered, black out, and then puke in their toilet. Super. She closed her eyes and tried not to cry.

A hoof brushed against her cheek. Rain opened her eyes to see Dragomena’s face just inches from her own.

“Hey, it’s alright, mate. It’s my fault, really. I let you drink too much brandy.”

Drags smiled, then lurched forward suddenly. Her lips meeting Rain’s. Both of their eyes opened to their fullest extent, meanwhile heat spread across Rain’s face.

“OTP!” came Tangy’s voice from behind Drags.

Both ponies frantically scrubbed their hooves against the tile floor.

“I promised I’d ship you with somepony, and you two make the perfect pair.”

There was a loud *pomf* as two pairs of feathery limbs involuntarily snapped open. Propelled by her traitorous wings, Rainstream shot out away from the wall behind her, knocking out Dragomena’s legs so that the gray mare fell right on top of her as the two slid across the slick tile floor and out into the main hallway. There was a horrifyingly familiar clicking sound, and a small piece of paper landed on Rainstream’s face.

“You two look so cute together.”

Drags and Rainstream struggled to untangle themselves for a few awkward moments. Eventually, Drags was able to roll herself off while Rainstream grabbed at the square sheet of photograph that had landed on her face. All of the heat returned to her face upon seeing it. Nopony back home could ever see this. Rainstream took some small comfort in watching Dragomena’s cheeks turn as pink as her mane. A giggle threatened to escape Rain’s lips.

“Heehee. Dragsy, we look so silly.”

Dragomena blinked, then smiled. “Yeah, we do.” There was a moment of silence, then the two of them fell over laughing. Another click of the camera, and Tangy joined them. Rainstream’s heart was still racing, but the vice had unclamped from around her throat, and she could breathe easily. After a few minutes of laughing together in a pile, the girls rolled over and smiled at each other.

“Feeling better?” Tangy asked, sweat running down her forehead.

Rain couldn’t help but smile. “Yes,” She said. “I don’t even know what I was so upset about. I’m funny when I’m drunk. Heehee.”

Both Dragomena and Tangy laughed, then Tangy stood up and waved at somepony behind her.

“Think you’re ready to finally meet the pony you came here to meet?” Dragomena asked.

The laughter died in Rainstream’s throat, crushed by the tightness returning to her chest. Last time hadn’t gone so well. Was she strong enough? She looked over at Tangy, who was nodding vigorously and wore a smile too wide for her mouth. Then her gaze shifted to Dragsy, with her warm smile and bright pink eyes that somehow managed to drown out the dull grays of her coat… Rain could feel her cheeks growing hot again, then shut her mouth, smiled, and nodded slowly.

Tangy stepped aside, revealing the same unicorn from earlier. Rainstream instantly tensed up, but the unicorn made no attempt to approach her, or to levitate her with magic. She just stood there, looking oddly sad.

“I do hope I didn’t upset you too much, darling. I had heard from Dragomena that you were visiting and I got a little overexcited. Do please forgive me.”

Rainstream’s skin grew hot as she tried to process what was going on. Here she was, actually speaking to the one pony who could make all of her fantasies come true. She’d written letters, but to actually speak to her… Rainstream’s breathing increased to the point that she could audibly hear the air rushing in and out of her straining lungs. Dragomena’s eyes widened and darted between the two of them. She started to move toward the other unicorn, but then Rainstream lifted a hoof, and her friend froze.

She reached forward, then lowered the hoof to the ground, leaning forward onto it, and bringing her head a few inches closer to her whole reason for being here. She repeated the process, slowly, silently moving toward the pony who would either become her best or worst memory. Another agonizing step, another few inches forward.

After what could have been anywhere from a minute to an hour, Rainstream was nearly nose to nose with the unicorn, staring straight up at her horn. She leaned back onto her hind legs, bringing their faces a comfortable distance apart. Nopony moved. Finally, Rainstream spoke.

“C— C-cayenne Cookie?”

The other mare smiled. “Yes, that’s me. Am I to assume you are the friend Dragomena has told me about, with the deliciously fascinating fantasy?”

Rainstream nodded.

“Well, I do apologize for my ignorance. I’ve since been informed of your aversion to unicorns, and I’d like to apologize properly, if you don’t mind.” She narrowed her eyes as she said this, but Rainstream didn’t mind. Drool began to form on her lips as she stared into the tantalizing green eyes in front of her.

“Can— Can I eat you?” A small squeak escaped her lips as she said it.

Cayenne chuckled. “No, but I’ll give you a premium service for free—tonight if you’d like. I’m normally closed at this hour, but I’ll make an exception~” She licked her lips and gazed hungrily at Rainstream, who instinctively took a step back.

“O-okay.” It was getting hard for her to breathe again, but Cayenne didn’t seem to notice.

“Splendid!” The other mare exclaimed with a devilish grin, as her horn lit up with a green glow.

Rainstream backpedalled rapidly, but the further she went, the longer the hallway she was in seemed to grow. Each step somehow brought her closer to the floor, until she was looking up at a gigantic Cayenne Cookie.

Oh no. Rainstream’s wings snapped shut and refused to open, so she resorted to her hooves in an attempt to place as much distance between herself and the evil giant unicorn as possible. As she turned to run, an enormous weight pressed down onto her from above. She tried to move, but no use, she was pinned to the floor by her tormentor. Her scream was muffled by the fleshy weight above her.

Then she felt an odd suction, as her prison wrapped around her slightly and lifted her off the floor. Wings pinned, legs sticking uselessly into the air, lungs collapsed, Rainstream rushed upward toward the gigantic face of Cayenne Cookie. Once her captor had lifted her to a proper height, Rainstream felt the flesh beneath her release, allowing her to stand up.

“Why do you even have a shrinking spell, again?” Tangy’s voice thundered from behind Rainstream.

“Due to motives, sweetie. Due to motives.”

Rain really didn’t like the look on Cayenne’s face at that moment. It made her deeply regret her decision to trust a unicorn after so much time. If she survived this, she was never talking to Dragomena, or any of the Cookies ever again.

Cayenne’s horn lit up again, and Rainstream found herself lifted into the air. Not again! She kicked and flapped her wings but went absolutely nowhere. The mischevious unicorn then turned and headed toward the door, trailing her helplessly along behind through the air.

“Now then, let’s be off. The night is still young, and I think you’re going to love what I have in store for you.”

~ ~ ~

A ten minute carriage ride later, the unicorn and her catch were descending the stairs to her dimly lit basement. The door shut silently behind them, shutting out all sounds of the night. There wasn’t much chance to look around before Rainstream was deposited smoothly onto her hooves on the other side. The next few moments were a tradeoff between gulping down air, and keeping a hoof on her heart so it wouldn’t burst through her chest. Blasted unicorns. Never trust a unicorn.

Having caught her breath—and released from her chaotic, magical abduction—Rainstream turned to face her captor. Cayenne towered over her, despite her chest being level with the surface Rain was standing on. She grinned down passively at Rainstream, as though waiting for something.

Rainstream glanced around and realized. She was in the dungeon. The dungeon, from the vlog! The walls were lined with crimson foam embroidered padding, and every few meters hung a pair of candles, which provided the dim lighting. The only furniture in this room was a large, heart shaped bed with scarlet silk sheets and velvet pillows of the same hue. Turning around, Rainstream found a single vanity mirror behind her.

“This is actually happening,” she murmured. The reality of the situation slammed into her like a freight train, and Rainstream found herself on her rump. Heat rose in her chest, spilling out through every pore. She was in Cayenne Cookie’s Dungeon, about to engage in a roleplay that should not be possible. But it was, and she had just enough alcohol left in her system to allow it. All the legwork was done, and now just one last crucial step forward separated her from her greatest fantasy.

“H-how much… will it cost?” She called up to the titanic unicorn staring hungrily at her. Rainstream swallowed hard. She had saved up a lot for this vacation, but how much would Cayenne ask for? “50 bits?” That sounded reasonable.

The enormous pair of emeralds blinked. Then the cavern beneath them opened in a hearty chuckle. “50 bits is quite a bit less than I usually charge for a service along these lines, dear.” Cayenne lowered her face to Rainstream’s level, so that only her eyes showed above the countertop. A familiar *pomf* signalled Rainstream’s now erect wings. She shivered as the Giantess stared her down.

Sweat began to pour down Rainstream’s face as she struggled to make a decision. She had plenty of bits, but… No. Rainstream shook her head. She was never going to get this opportunity again. This had to happen.

“100 bits and I’ll…” Her head hurt from thinking so hard. She had to make this deal too sweet to resist. Then an idea struck her. Cayenne definitely wouldn’t say no “I’ll be your maid for six posts?” There. She had to say yes, and Rainstream would be on the vlog.

The giantess’s eyes narrowed, and her horn glowed green. Rainstream felt the (all too familiar) grip of magic around her body, and tensed in anticipation. But nothing happened. The magic just tickled… everywhere. Rainstream’s heart rate quickened. Then, everything stopped.

Rainstream frowned. Was that it? Her body cried out in disappointment as her captor withdrew, standing up to her full height once again. The sweat on rain’s coat quickly turned cold when Cayenne lifted a hoof above the countertop, and swung it toward her. Oh crap. Rain turned and scrambled away across the countertop, but didn’t get far before Cayenne’s hoof descended upon her again.

“I think we have a deal, darling.”

The hoof pressed down over her, shutting out both light and oxygen. The soft underside molded to the shape of her body, snuffling Rainstream completely. Then it moved. Continuing to press down over her, Cayenne slid the hoof around on the countertop, rolling Rainstream over and over. No, no no no this was not what she wanted.

“STOP!”

She quickly folded her wings so they wouldn’t get pinned and snap, then turned her focus toward finding a grip on the countertop. But none could be found. Every time she thought she could stand up, the giant hoof above her would roll her over again. Occasionally she would kick at it, but that did nothing either.

“Oh, don’t tell me you aren’t enjoying this, darling. It’s not every day I get a toy sized client to play with.” Cayenne’s voice was still very loud, even beneath the hoof.

“NO! Get OFF of me! I said eat, not squash!” Rain fruitlessly laid a barrage of kicks and punches into the underside of Cayenne’s hoof. It stopped moving.

“Very well, far be it from me to give a client something they aren’t going to enjoy, but I will get my fun.”

The hoof squeezed Rain from above, then lifted, plucking her off the table. Not this again. Cayenne turned her hoof over so that Rainstream could stand on top of it. She brought Rain very close to her face, so that Rainstream could feel the breath from her nostrils. Cayenne’s tongue reached out and traced along the edges of her lips.

All of Rainstream’s protests faded behind the heat that was now rising in her cheeks, the strain of her involuntarily erect wings, and the quivering of her knees.

“Is this perhaps what you were thinking?” Cayenne opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue stick out so that Rain could see all the way back to her uvula. Her breathing became very heavy as she stared into the dripping maw in front of her. She wanted to just dive in, but somehow her hooves wouldn’t move.

It was just like when she was a foal—worse, in fact; she was shrunk now. But somehow this just felt different. This time she wanted to be overpowered. She wanted to be completely helpless as she was smothered by her unicorn captor. This time, her captor cared about her, and would never actually hurt her. This one was okay.

Rain leaned forward and closed her eyes. Be gentle.

Something smooth and slick found its way between her legs. Rain snapped open her eyes. Cayenne’s face was no longer in front of her. A small squeak escaped her lips as whatever was touching her found its target beneath her tail, and trailed all the way up. Her body locked up, completely stiff as what could only be Cayenne’s tongue continued to slide upward along her nether region. There were small bumps on the tongue that rubbed and tickled at her, sending shivers through her whole body. Too soon, it finished its trip along her backside and broke contact. Rain felt herself wink.

“Hmm-mm! Dear, you need a pinch of pepper and paprika.”

Another long lick trailed its way up Rainstream’s fun zone.

“Perhaps some sassafras too.”

The tongue came in for another lick, this time trailing under her belly, then reaching around her legs. Rainstream closed her eyes and let Cayenne explore her. And explore she did. The next ten minutes was spent just on a tongue bath. Once or twice Cayenne let her lips close on the tip of Rainstream’s hoof, but never beyond that. Eventually she dropped the hoof and just levitated Rain with her magic, which was a bit nauseating once she got past the frustration of not being able to orient herself properly.

As the session continued, Cayenne began to leave her mouth open, allowing Rainstream brief glances into the depths of her desire. Finally, Cayenne’s lips closed around Rainstream’s hind legs, and did not open again. The green glow surrounding her died, and she hung limply from Cayenne’s mouth. From there, the tongue tickled her hooves until she started kicking. A chuckle rattled through Cayenne’s closed lips.

Then Rain slowly began sliding inward. She could feel a gentle tug on her hooves as Cayenne’s soft, wet lips snaked their way up her chest, reaching for her neck. The suction stopped, leaving Rainstream’s head the only thing outside Cayenne’s mouth. Then Cayenne’s tongue swirled around and around Rain’s entire body, slathering her with saliva. Rainstream let out a soft whine, looking up at Cayenne, begging her to pull her in all the way.

As if in reply, Cayenne gave a brief snort, then snaked her tongue underneath Rainstream’s body. It slithered out between her back and Cayenne’s lower lip, curling up and around to rest on Rain’s forehead. Before Rainstream could fully process the sensation of having a tongue wrapped around her head, she was pulled completely inside Cayenne’s mouth, shutting out the light.

Immediately Rainstream felt herself being pressed firmly against the roof of the mouth. The tongue was strange. Soft, wet, and squishy. Yet firm, unyielding, and dominating. The roof of Cayenne’s mouth was even firmer than the tongue, but still felt soft to the touch. Rainstream closed her eyes and allowed herself to be squished. It wasn’t unpleasant, but rather, soothing. She let out a soft moan at the soft caress of Cayenne’s warm, wet tongue, which began to slide around around beneath her.

But the real prize would be her throat. Powerful muscles designed to pull food right down. Rainstream was not food, but those same muscles gripping her, wrapping around her, molding perfectly to her every curve as they squeezed her, down, down... Rainstream’s back tightened at the thought of it, and her legs pressed themselves together as a strange but familiar heat grew between them. Rainstream began to search for the throat in her head, trying to guess where it might be.

A deep rumble sounded in her ear as Cayenne swirled her tongue around, tossing Rainstream around like a piece of candy. Rainstream tried to remember which direction it came from, but she was sliding around like a ragdoll, aided by the saliva that now coated every inch of her. Occasionally Cayenne would pause to press Rain against the roof of her mouth again, eliciting further moans from the soaked and sweating pegasus.

At one point Rainstream brushed up against Cayenne’s teeth, and all motion stopped for a moment. The tongue quivered, as though making up its mind, then pressed firmly against her, while the teeth opened slightly. The tongue brushed her up and down until her wing was forced into the gap, but Rainstream did not object. Her head was buzzing too much to care whether she trusted Cayenne or not. She just couldn’t wait for the big finish.

Strong but gentle pressure came down slowly on top of Rainstream’s wing. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to tickle the nerves near the base of her wings. She let out a sharp, loud moan as Cayenne bit down. Rainstream began to kick. Not the sort of kick one would land on an enemy, but the sort intended to get oneself moving. She pushed strongly against the teeth, scraping her hooves over them in a desperate attempt to move away from her current position, but her wing held her firmly in place.

Cayenne got bored of tug of war after only a minute, and slackened her grip. Rainstream quickly folded her wing and crawled through the wet walls surrounding her toward where she knew the back of the mouth to be. But Cayenne would have none of it. She pressed her tongue all the more firmly against her teeth, pinning Rainstream in place and letting her hooves slide fruitlessly across the soft gums below the tongue.

Rainstream moaned loudly, wiggling furiously to get just an inch closer to her greatest desire. “Please. I want it. I need it. Nnnggg!”

The tongue shifted down, forcing Rainstream to slide upward on top of it. Once again Rainstream found herself pinned between two different types of soft, warm flesh. The heat between her legs was burning now. She kicked and screamed furiously. A low rumble rattled and echoed through her fleshy prison, which suddenly became vertical. Rainstream winked.

A blast of air assaulted Rainstream’s hindquarters, and a bright light pierced the dark confines of Cayenne’s mouth. Rainstream blinked as she felt the pressure leave her. The tongue peeled back, revealing the interior of Cayenne’s mouth. Sparkling teeth, healthy, pink gums, the soft, quivering tongue she now sat on, and near the back…

What had been a low rumble before now transitioned into a high pitched hearty laugh. Cayenne’s tongue was positioned in such a way that it allowed Rainstream to gaze down Cayenne’s throat without letting her slide backward. Rainstream watched as Cayenne’s uvula danced in time with each chortle.

Then, so slowly Rainstream almost didn’t notice, the tongue straightened out. Rainstream’s legs pressed together once more in anticipation as she felt her fur sliding along the length of the tongue. Closer and closer, she was sliding down the tongue toward the back of the throat. Her heartbeat pounded on her chest like a drum as ice-cold shots of adrenaline entered her veins.

Rainstream impacted onto the uvula, her head rolling forward as the rest of her caught up, leaving her balled up on her back, staring straight down the welcoming esophagus of her oh so willing pred. She let out something between a moan and a squeal. The light grew dimmer as the tongue began to recoil. Darker and darker her new home became. Smaller and smaller was the space she lived in, until at last she was being hugged by the tongue again, and then… it happened.

Everything was in slow motion, letting Rainstream catch all of it. At first, there was an immense pressure, like an overstrong bear hug, but everywhere. Then everything shifted. Muscles began sliding past Rainstream’s head as Cayenne’s larynx swallowed her up, sending a ripple of movement all the way back to her feet. Her wings and forelimbs were forcibly pressed against her side and the motion began.

It was almost like surfing. That moment when the wave catches up to the surfer, and everything just turns. Then the energy hits them and they start rushing along, pushed by the immense force of the water. Yeah, it was like that. Rainstream felt a sudden surge as she lurched forward, propelled by the unbelievably powerful throat muscles squeezing at her back legs. Meanwhile her snout split apart the soft wet tissue in front of her.

It was like a rollercoaster. When you went over the top and there was nothing you could do to stop it, so your stomach would object, but in your heart you knew this was exactly what you wanted and the adrenaline just sent chills through your whole body. Rainstream’s eyes rolled back in their sockets as she accepted the wave of energy rushing her downward like a rocket through the soft, moist walls of Cayenne’s esophagus.

A loud thumping rolled past, matching the beat of Rainstream’s own heart. Then, much like a wave reaching shore, the energy stopped as Rainstream passed through a particularly firm part of the fleshy tunnel. She slipped out into a wider passage, escaping the powerful wave that had sent her down with such speed. The walls here were much looser, and Rainstream slid easily to the bottom.

“Oh, my,” Cayenne’s muffled voice called loudly from seemingly all around her. “I do hope you enjoyed that as much as I did.”

Rainstream looked back up forlornly in the direction of the tube she’d just come through. It had almost ended too soon. She wished she could crawl back up and do it again. Somehow though, Rainstream didn’t want to move. She was still twitching from the orgasm she’d definitely had on the way down. She could smell her own aroma filling what air there was, mixing with the sweat and saliva already coating the stomach walls.

“For now, I think I’ll just let you sleep there. I could certainly use some rest myself, but we should definitely do this again sometime.” Cayenne’s voice echoed through the stomach.

Rainstream moaned softly in response, relaxing into the welcoming warmth of her captor’s tummy.

Unicorns aren’t so bad.

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