Off Finish went to claim her prize, searching for any of the mares to show any signs of vulnerability, or better yet willingness, and even best yet lust. She knew chocolate had a slightly romantic effect on ponies, and plotted to take every advantage of that she could. Within the limits of acceptable pony standards and decency, of course. Still, it was good to hope that they’d get drunk on chocolate, and wouldn’t mind a belly rub and more upon that.

Fanny shoveled food down like a hippopotamus, shoving as many candy bars and balls and other assorted treats into her maw and munching on them with those titanous cheeks. She thought about trying to get something going on with her, what with her having massive loads of chocolate within her, but decided otherwise. It would be a dangerous venture to go to a mare that massive and hungry until she was full, and she doubted that that would happen anytime soon.

Black Forest was at a bar, guzzling down hot chocolate after hot chocolate. She playfully patted and rubbed her tummy, and for a moment the two mares watched it swell up. More and more it swelled, becoming rounder and rounder and bigger and bigger bigger bigger bigger! Finish wanted to wait for the mare to finish, for at least her hooves to sink into her spherical body, but that would take too long, especially since the gluttonous mare was only on her twentieth mug. So she moved along.

She was so anxious to stuff a pony to the brim that she went looking for Coco. Eventually she found her in the back, eating slowly and steadily. That wouldn’t do, no siree. She reached for as many pieces of candy as she could and began shoveling them in Coco’s mouth. Coco moaned as she ate, and slowly but surely began to swell with fat.

“Yessss. Get nice and big for me, my prize.”

“As you wish,” Coco moaned as more food was thrust into her muzzle.

“Oh my,” she heard from behind her. It was Dark Chocolate, who was watching with French Vanilla. Both mares were blushing. “Now that is a feeding session.”

Finish grinned. “It looks like you will have to up your game.”

“Don’t worry about that, honey,” Dark said with a wink. “I’ve already got that covered.”

Finish stared at her as Dark passed the two of them, giving Finish a playful bump with her flank, and shoved more candy into Coco. The shyer mare had grown nearly as big as Dark herself, but kept on eating regardless. Dark shook her rump as she walked, making sure the three observers could see everything.

And then she stepped into a large fountain of chocolate, and disappeared. Probably getting a drink, Finish supposed, she waited for the other mare to emerge humongous. Maybe even Fanny’s size.

Dark eventually resurfaced, still the same size, but now covered in darker chocolate. From head to tail, everything about her dripped with chocolate.

“Shall we?” French asked the two other mares. She led them to her girlfriend, and they all surrounded her, taking in the glistening spectacle within their circle.

After a moment of admiration and posing, Dark cleared her throat. “Well, girls? Eat up! As they say… it’s on me.”

French kissed Dark on the cheek. “I’ll be sure to leave a generous tip.”

“You always do.”

And with that, French began licking her girlfriend’s face. Starting with the left cheek, she suckled it clean, taking the entire thing into her mouth. Dark’s eye closed from the panting that French did from her nostrils, they were that close together. The other mares could hear the sucking and suckling, with large swallows of chocolate. A bit of it ran down onto French’s muzzle.

Once the left one was suckled clean, she moved down to Dark’s double chin. Her tongue darted around in the crevice like she was performing cunnilingus, with long licks and short dances, and kissing the fatty area around it. When French would stop to take a breath, Dark would lick the chocolate that would drip onto her muzzle. And then they’d go at it again.

Finish was hot and bothered, and decided to move in. Dark’s left cheek was clean, but her right cheek was still coated in chocolate. Finish stepped up and watched as Dark winked at her. And then Finish stuck her tongue out.

The chocolate was amazing, and Finish’s entire muzzle sunk into her cheek. It shouldn’t have been possible, but it did. Finish buried herself into it, looking at Dark’s gleaming eye from the corner of her goggles. It was an amazing thought, to think that Dark’s fat cheek—one fat cheek—could feel the same as, she imagined, a skinnier mare’s entire bubbly rump.

Speaking of rump, she heard Coco move in on Dark as well. She retreated for a moment, leaving a wet patch of coat on Dark, and looked underneath her belly. What she saw made her even hotter than before: Coco was licking Dark from the hooves up.

“That’s it,” Finish purred. “Lick her from the bottom up. Stoop yourself to her service, make yourself servile until you can’t control yourself, until you must eat everything and everypony that I desire. You’ll have a never-ending appetite.”

Coco was much quicker than the other two mares, licking Dark’s cannon clean in seconds before moving on to the next one. Finish returned to the task of licking the cheek clean. As she was about to finish, she felt a muzzle press next to hers; French had moved in to steal the final piece from her. Finish wouldn’t complain, not while French was so close, pressing her side into hers.

“Why don’t you move on to the belly?” French suggested. “I’ll work on her back, and Coco can continue on her legs.”

Finish could only nod as she swallowed chocolate. Dark, hearing their plan, stood up onto her hind legs, exposing her belly for Finish. That glorious belly shoved in front of her face. French wasted no time in shoving Dark’s mane in her mouth. Coco’ meanwhile, had finished both cannons and moved to putting the larger mare’s forelegs into her mouth, at the same time.

Finish growled in lust, and would not be beaten. She stared at Dark’s belly, large and full, waiting for Finish to dive in. And dive in she did. Finish sank into Dark’s flesh a few inches, enough to where Dark’s moan vibrated her whole face. Encouraged, she began lapping up chocolate as fast as she could. The best part of all of this was that no matter how much she ate, she never got any fuller.

No, the best part was the company. Coco was so eager to please, and watching her suck on two chocolate-covered legs at once drove Finish wild. French had finished her mane, and worked from her nape downwards. At times, the two fat mares’ bodies would grind against and hug Finish’s far skinnier body, driving her close to the edge.

To top it off, Dark constantly moaned at the attention, drawing breaths suggesting she was close to a climax. Finish let her expert tongue draw circles around Dark’s navel, and then widened outwards. She sometimes licked in unison with French, going as low as her, as slowly or quickly as her, along her chest and belly. Finish would lift Dark’s belly from its underside, pressing her face up against it as she lapped up chocolate from down there.

After cleaning that area up, Finish got a look at Dark’s teats. They were like malt balls, large and round and covered in chocolate. She probably would’ve stared forever, had French not pushed her head in between her lover’s legs and pulled her forward by the mane.

“Drink up, Photo Finish,” she said.

Finish needed no further compliance. Her lips wrapped around Dark’s nipple and began suckling deeply. The other mare moaned in obscene amounts of pleasure, her back presumably arching since her belly thrust forwards. Coco soon joined afterwards, and the two of them worked on pleasuring Dark as much as they possibly could. Finish even teamed up with Coco in a double-faced motorboat, which caused spurts of chocolate milk to land on their faces.

This would’ve went on for ages, but eventually Finish became hungrier for more. Everypony was eager to oblige, as they all maneuvered her past their large bodies until she was kneeling down behind Dark. A knowing smirk came from her and French as Dark hiked her tail up.

Finish knew what was coming, and smirked. The last of the chocolate had to come off somehow, and she had been chosen to do it. And do it, she would.

“Supporting each other, no matter how heavy.”

And Dark dropped her rump down upon her.

When she came to, she found herself lying on a chaise with her head on a pillow, and Master Duffle Bag’s hoof on her forehead. He looked concerned, and she felt a slight pain.

“My dear, are you alright?”

She moaned as she rose. “What happened?”

“You stood in place for a while, and then you fell forward and hit your head.” He was the only one around, the other off doing their own thing. “Should I get a doctor or a coach?”

“No, I’m fine.” How did I have such a vivid dream in the middle of all of this? Why did I have this dream? She was obviously not in the right element, but she decided to stay. She had to stay. For the girls. For the chance of a lifetime. For Coco Pommel.

Author's Note

Woohoo, momentum!

In case you're interested about the incidents: these incidents are obviously dream sequences that are a chance for me to go full-fetish. I try to keep a focus on the story most of the time in the regular story;
in these sections, I try and work highlight various parts of the fetish I like, within the context of the story.
They are, to be brutally honest with myself, skippable. But I'll be adding them anyway where I feel they are appropriate and can fit.

Next chapter should be coming out either the 2nd or 3rd; the 10th at latest, since I'm planning something a little unconventional for the next chapter.