Pinkamena's Surprise {Foot TF/Merging? I dunno}

            “Thanks for inviting me in to bake with you,” Sally said to her friend Pinkie. “You’re such a good baker I’d love to know your secrets!”
            “Oh silly! It’s okay! I love spending time with you!” Pinkie hugged the red pony tightly, “I’d love to spend forever and ever with you!” The two girls hugged for a long time before pulling apart. “Ready to make some cookies? I loooove cookies!”

            Sally nodded happily, while Pinkie practically zipped and zoomed around the kitchen, speaking so rapidly it was near impossible to understand what she was saying as she got the ingredients out.

            “And for you! I made some speeeeecial cookies with a new recipe! You have to try them!” She giggled, holding out a tray with a dozen cookies all shaped like Sally’s face.

            “You’re too kind Pinkie!” Sally said with a smile, biting into her own face. It was incredibly sweet, with a faint almondy taste to it. “Oooh, it’s really good!” She barely finished the sentence, before, like a light, she was out. The last thing she heard was an unfamiliar and very menacing laugh.

            Sally awoke slowly, groggy. The first thing she realized, was her hands were bound behind her back. Second thing was that her ankles were also tied up. Had someone kidnapped her? Who? Was Pinkie okay?

            “So you’re finally awake,” a familiar voice with a harsh tone said. Sally looked around, soon finding herself face-to-foot with Pinkie’s bare foot. She looked up, seeing that indeed, it was Pinkie, but she was changed. Her grin was menacing, her eyes filled with malice, and her big mane of cotton candy hair was deflated. It was…terrifying.

            “Pinkie? What…What happened?” Sally asked, struggling against her bonds. Pinkie leaned down, helping her into a kneeling position.

            “Oh, dear friend, it’s okay, don’t worry,” Pinkie said softly, making it sound even more menacing. “I told you I’d like to keep you with me forever. So I intend to do so.” Sally could hardly move effectively, so she elected to remain kneeling while Pinkie walked around behind her. She heard the telltale sign of someone sitting down, so there was a chair behind her. Pinkie had set her up!

            “This isn’t right Pinkie!” Sally said, blowing at her straw-coloured hair to get it away from her nose. It tickled and she really didn’t want to sneeze right now. She’d be liable to faceplant right into the hard stones before her, or fall over! Pinkie’s foot pressed against her back, pushing her face nearer the ground.

            “It isn’t right to want to spend forever with your friend?” Pinkie said arrogantly, resting her foot on Sally’s back. She could feel the toes tapping on her bare back. Then, that stopped and a new sensation began. She could feel the foot pressing down more, like it was going straight into her, but it didn’t hurt, just felt atrociously uncomfortable. She squirmed beneath her friend’s foot. Normally she’d be all for this, she really did like feet but the way Pinkie was acting and the fact she was tied up made it a little harder to enjoy. Just a little.

            Then things began to happen that made it more terrifying, but all the more enjoyable! She began to feel herself shrinking down, growing smaller under Pinkie’s foot, which she no longer fully felt, but she did feel something on her back. She squirmed more, finding movement to be harder than it usually was, even bound. That was when her head and neck began shrinking into her torso as her hair fell out around her.

            “Pinkie what’s happening?” She cried out, but Pinkie didn’t respond, all she did was laugh at her friend’s distress. Her feet were soon freed of their bonds, which was worth cheering for except Sally no longer had a mouth! And soon no feet! It seemed like she was growing into a single red blob?

            No, not a blob, she realized as her body began altering. Five alien appendages grew from one end, cracking and bending as Pinkie flexed what was becoming her new foot. What felt like her belly rose up on one side, giving Pinkie a beautiful arch which she soon ran a finger along. While Sally had been ticklish, as a foot, even the slightest touch of Pinkie’s finger made her want to laugh aloud, but she couldn’t! She had no mouth! And she was rapidly realizing as Pinkie’s blood began to flow through her veins that she couldn’t move at all! All she could do was look down at the ground.

            “See? Now you’ll be with me forever!” Pinkie said with a grin, stomping the solid ground with her new foot. Pinkie let out a bark of laughter and pain while Sally just groaned internally. “Of course, I might forget your name eventually, but at least I’ll always have your Cutie Mark there to remind me you used to be my friend!”

            Her Cutie Mark, it was just a tattoo for Pinkie now, right on her ankle, to remind her of the friend she used to have. She had another, right above her tail. Some other friend she forgot the name of. All of them would be with her forever, whether they wanted to or not!

            “Going barefoot now?” Rainbow Dash asked Pinkie, passing the soccer ball to Pinkie.

            “Yahuh! It feels super duper GREEEEAT!” she shrieked leaping up and landing in a pool of mud. Sally saw the mud coming and felt it squoosh all around her, sliding up slickly between her toes, preventing her from seeing anything but mud and smelling anything but dirt, rain, and Pinkie’s foot-stink. She heard the other foot kick the ball away, a bit disappointed it wasn’t her.

            It had been a week since Pinkie had gone crazy, to Sally’s knowledge, and turned her from a humanoid pony into nothing more than a foot. She’d been in socks, boots, mud, baths, anything! Pinkie had even used her to stomp on grapes to help Hugh Jelly make a preserve! At first it was terrifying, and it still was, but she was quickly growing into her role. She adored being Pinkie’s foot now, being a part of her.

            Especially when she got attention! Occasionally, at night when she was alone, Pinkie would lift Sally up and massage her, or specially clean her, and once she’d even licked her clean! Pinkie would say soothing things to Sally, as if Pinkie had access to Sally’s thoughts and knew just what to say to calm her. She still got called Sally on occasion but that was growing less and less frequent, as if Pinkie cared less and less about her, thinking about her more like a foot than a friend.

            And that was how it should be. Sally was a foot. Pinkie’s foot. Forever.