The labs were empty, all the guards and workers retreating in for the night. It was the perfect time to sneak in. Pinkie and Bacon Bits had been chosen for this delicate mission. Bacon went first, sliding into the hole they cut in and landing on the hard floor, her rifle held tight, “All clear” she calls, moving up to take point. Pinkie slowly wiggles herself into the hole, feeling it constrict her belly slightly before she pushes down. With a hard thud she lands, her legs bending to soften her decent.
 
‘POP!’
 
The pink pony;s eyes bulge out at the sound, “Oh, pickles…” she mutters as a draft hits her plump rear. She would regret that extra serving of cake, as well as forgoing underwear tonight.
 
Guest apperance with very own Bacon Bits~