All or Nothing

by RadPanic

Rating: mature
Tags: Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Porn, Fetish, Rainbow Dash
Length: 3539

Rainbow Dash steals apples. Applejack comes up with an unorthodox way to make her stop. She gets a bit carried away. [Contains force feeding and stuffing.]

Somepony needs to teach Rainbow Dash to stop stealing apples from Sweet Apple Acres. And that somepony is Applejack. What better way to teach Dash than by giving her apples till she's sick of them? And Applejack certainly does not have an ulterior motive for this...

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Fetish story, featuring force feeding / stuffing.

Published 2015-02-28 04:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-28 04:30:01 UTC

Learn Her a Lesson

As Applejack bucked the tree, movement in the sky caught her attention. She looked up, ignoring the sound of apples falling into waiting baskets. It was a rainbow streak in the sky, and the pegasus who left it had clearly been flying towards the west orchard.

Applejack ran a few rows over and found her brother, hauling a cart full of apples.

“You saw it, too?” she said.

“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh answered.

“She’s never gonna stop stealin’ apples, is she?”

“Nnnope.”

“Maybe I should go over there and learn her a lesson myself.”

“Eeyup.”

“In fact, I’m fixin’ to do that right now!”

“Eeyup.”

“I’ll be back right quick!” Applejack began trotting toward the west orchard.

“Nnnope.”

Applejack froze and looked over her shoulder, back at her brother.

“You’ve never been good at hidin’ things, AJ. I can read what you wanna do, plain as day, right on your face. And what you wanna do will take a bit longer than ‘right quick’.”

“Eh, heh heh...” Applejack grinned and adjusted her hat.

Big Mac smirked. “I didn’t say you couldn’t do it. Go have your fun. I’ll pick up Applebloom from school for you.”

“Thanks.”

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Rainbow Dash swallowed another mouthful and sighed. “So good...” she mumbled.

She was in a clearing adjacent to Sweet Apple Acres’ west orchard. Barrels—nearly all of them filled with apples—formed a circle around her.

“Just one more,” Dash said as she pulled another apple from the nearest barrel. It was hardly the first time she had said that. The barrel, now one-third empty, had been completely full before Dash arrived.

Within seconds, the delicious apple was reduced to a mush in her mouth. Was it a Gala apple? Pink Lady? Fuji? Rainbow Dash didn’t know: it tasted great, and that was all that mattered.

She swallowed and consciously noticed for the first time just how full she was. In fact, she had passed “full” a dozen or two apples ago. Dash’s stomach had been beautifully lean this morning, but now she had the start of a paunch.

“Nothing a little exercise can’t fix,” she said. “And one more apple can’t hurt...”

“Hold it right there!”

Applejack’s shout startled Rainbow Dash. She tried to bolt into the sky, but the extra weight in her middle threw off her balance. One rear hoof caught on a barrel. She fell and somersaulted until she collided with another, full apple barrel.

“Caught you in the act, this time.” Applejack’s hat was pulled down, hiding her eyes. Her mouth was scowling.

Rainbow Dash knew that the best defense was a good offense. “This is your fault! If you hadn’t made Twilight put that ‘Can’t Eat Just One’ spell on your apples, I wouldn’t have eaten nearly this many!”

Applejack threw back her head and laughed. “You actually fell for that load of hogwash? And you got into our apples anyway? Ha!”

Dash sat up with her back to the barrel and furrowed her eyebrows. “No, it can’t be...”

“The only magic in these apples is good, old-fashioned earth pony magic. And the real reason for this”—Applejack prodded Dash’s apple-stuffed gut—“is your own dang impulsiveness.”

“Gesundheit.”

Applejack smiled. Tipping her hat back, she met Dash’s eyes for the first time. “But it sure is funny. Y’see, I was just thinkin’: That Rainbow Dash keeps takin’ our apples, and ain’t nothin’ we can do to stop her! Why don’t we just give her some apples upfront? At least then we know which ones she’s takin’, and we can plan around it! Course, me ’n Big Macintosh haven’t talked it over yet. What do you think he’ll say, Dash?”

“Umm ... ‘Eeeyup’?” Dash smiled.

“Yeah, I figure he’ll be on board, too. But the really funny part?” Applejack walked over to the barrel that Dash had already eaten from. “This here barrel was the one I was plannin’ on givin’ to you!”

“Wow, what a coincidence. So, no harm, no foul, right?”

Applejack stepped behind the barrel. “Well, there is one condition.” With a single kick, she knocked the barrel over. Apples spilled out, a few of them rolling all the way to Rainbow Dash’s hooves. “It’s an all-or-nothin’ deal. You can have this whole barrel, completely free, but you gotta eat ’em all.”

“Ha! That’s easy.”

“At once.”

“What.”

“You heard me. You gotta eat all these here apples in one sitting.”

Rainbow Dash looked at the apples spilled out of the barrel. Their dark red skin beckoned her, tempting her to ignore the tightness in her stomach—the bulge of her gut—and indulge in just a few more. She shook her head. “Sorry, AJ. I wish I could, but I’m stuffed.”

“Oh, no, you’re not backin’ out that easy, Rainbow Dash.”

“What?”

“Like I said, it’s an all-or-nothin’ deal.” Applejack grabbed one apple and advanced towards Dash. “And you already done ruled out nothin’. So...”

“Wha—”

Applejack shoved the apple into Dash’s open mouth. “Eat up,” she said. Dash’s lips closed around her hoof before she pulled her leg away.

Dash glared at her as she chewed. She swallowed and tried to speak again. “What are you—”

Applejack rammed another apple into her mouth, smirking all the while. Dash hadn’t even seen her pick it up.

Whatever, Dash thought as she chewed. I can eat a few more apples and just leave when I’ve had enough.

She swallowed. Her gut visibly swelled as that mashed-up apple joined its siblings. Applejack didn’t even wait for Dash to speak. With one hoof, she forced Dash’s mouth open, and with the other she rammed in another apple. “Come on, ya varmint. If you keep eatin’ this slow, we’re gonna be here all day!”

Dash gave her the best deadpan expression she could manage with a mouthful of apple. “Getting a little excited about—”

Another apple in the mouth cut off Dash’s retort. Her cheeks bulged out with the mass of the fruit she had already chewed. Applejack pulled her hoof out just a bit, then rotated and rammed it in even farther. Only when Dash’s lips touched Applejack’s fetlocks —wetting them with a bit of apple juice mixed with saliva—did she pull her hoof out.

It was difficult to chew, with her cheeks bulging with two apples, but Rainbow Dash managed. When she swallowed, she really felt the skin of her stomach stretch as her gut bulged another inch.

Her eyes wide, Dash said, “Whoa—” Two more apples went into her mouth. She chewed them absent-mindedly, and didn’t even look at Applejack. She was focused on her belly. As she swallowed, and her belly swelled furthered, she shivered and smiled.

Applejack pushed more apples into her mouth, and Rainbow’s only reaction was to resume chewing.

In spite of all the years that Rainbow Dash had fantasized about inflating other ponies, she had never given much thought to being on the receiving end. Now, she wished she had tried it sooner. Granted, force-feeding wasn’t quite the same thing as inflation, but that was a distinction Dash wasn’t going to quibble over right now. The skin of her gut sent jolts of pleasure up and down her spine every time it stretched, so she didn’t care what was causing it.

Rainbow’s cheeks were full of the mashed-up mass of three whole apples in her mouth. She swallowed, only partly emptying her mouth—then Applejack rammed in another apple. Dash’s cheeks bulged out even further as the orange hoof pushed between her lips. Rainbow Dash met Applejack’s eyes again.

What’s that look on her face? Dash thought. Is she happy or angry, or what?

Dash’s gut swelled some more, brushing slightly against the insides of her hind legs. Applejack shoveled more apples into her mouth in complete silence. She didn’t quite do it the same way each time. Sometimes, after pushing the apple in, she would hold her hoof in Dash’s mouth a few seconds, as if afraid the apple might escape if not properly restrained. Some apples she would give a series of many smaller shoves, rather than ramming all the way in at once. And some she pushed further back than others: occasionally, she shoved her entire hoof into Dash’s mouth, until Dash’s lips closed over her pastern. All the while, Applejack breathed heavily, and a little bit of drool rolled out of the corner of her mouth.

Wait a second, Dash thought. Is AJ getting... turned on by this? Wow, what a weirdo. I can’t... “Ooooooooooh!”

Rainbow Dash moaned through her mouthful of apples. She hadn’t realized just how sensitive her belly had become as it ballooned. Now, as her belly squished harder and harder against the insides of her legs and began to spill over her stifles, the sensation nearly overwhelmed her brain.

“Whoa, nelly!” Applejack shook her head and dropped the apples she was holding. “Rainbow, are you okay?”

“Mmmmmm!”

“I, I got so carried away! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” She placed a hoof—slimy with apple juice and saliva—on Dash’s gut to lean closer. The hoof sank about an inch into the gut, prompting another moan from Dash. Applejack gasped and recoiled. “I’m so sorry!”

Dash’s belly wobbled slightly. Dash finished chewing, her belly swelling again as she swallowed. Licking her lips, she met Applejack’s gaze and said, “More!”

“What?”

“You said it’s all-or-nothing, AJ, and I picked all!” She slapped her gut, causing it to jiggle some more. “Go big or go home!”

Applejack blinked a few times, then smiled. She stepped forward and rested both her forelegs on Dash’s belly. Dash started to giggle as her gut squished under the farm pony’s weight, but Applejack cut her off—by kissing her. Both ponies closed their eyes as their lips locked.

When they finished, Applejack stepped back, and Dash’s gut wobbled as she removed her forelegs. “You taste like Fuji apples,” Applejack said with a smirk.

“Oh yeah? Well you taste like somepony who isn’t shoving apples down my throat right now!”

“Alright, alright...” Two more apples went into Dash’s waiting mouth. Then three more. Then Applejack paused.

Dash’s belly ballooned further—far enough to brush against the ground in front of her—as she swallowed her last mouthful. “Hey, what’s the holdup?”

“I think... you could use a little somethin’ to wash those apples down with.”

“These are pretty juicy. I don’t think I need any water.”

“Oh, I was thinkin’ somethin’ else. Somethin’ like...” Applejack waved a hoof at a nearby barrel, different from all the apple barrels. It was twice as large, and resting on its side instead of upright. A metal spigot on its end gleamed invitingly in the afternoon sun.

“Cider!” Dash exclaimed. “Oh, yes!” Her gut wobbled as she tried to rise to her hooves.

Applejack held her back, her hoof sinking several inches into Dash’s stuffed middle. “Nah, you just stay put, sugarcube. I gotcha covered.”

Dash plunked back onto her rump, and her belly took several seconds longer to stop moving. Applejack produced a garden hose from who-knows-where and tossed one end to Dash. She attached her end to the cider spigot, while Dash eagerly clamped the other end in her mouth. With a wink, Applejack opened the spigot.

The delicious apple cider, the pride of Sweet Apple Acres, flooded Rainbow Dash’s mouth, throat, and stomach. Dash didn’t know which she liked more: the tart flavor of the cider, or the stretching sensation as her stomach ballooned further and faster than before. The two senses were fighting an all-out war for the pleasure centers of Dash’s brain. Whichever won... well, so would Dash.

Applejack was also enjoying herself. She loved how far Dash’s cheeks swelled with cider. She loved the way Dash swallowed: huge bulges rushing down that lean, muscular neck—adding more and more to that ever-growing belly. She loved the way Dash’s gut squished against the ground as it expanded. She particularly loved how Dash spread her hind legs to make room for that belly—and how quickly her belly resumed squishing against and around her legs each time.

Applejack realized her mouth was open, and she was drooling. She snapped her jaws shut and turned off the spigot.

“Alright.” She picked up an apple and stepped towards Dash. “Room for seconds, sugarcube?”

“Oh, yeah!”

“Great...” Without taking her eyes off Dash, she reached over to the nearest upright apple barrel and pulled it onto its side. More apples spilled towards Dash. “Oops. Would you look at that. Now I don’t know which apples are yours and which aren’t.”

“Um...”

“Guess I’ll just have to give you all of ’em.”

Dash opened her mouth, and Applejack stepped forward, then paused.

Rainbow Dash’s belly had expanded almost to the tips of her hind hooves. Applejack would need to lean her entire weight on that belly just to reach Dash’s mouth. And that would severely hamper the speed of feeding; Applejack couldn’t allow that.

“Hey, sugarcube? You mind leaning forward a bit?”

Dash shrugged and complied, but her balance was further thrown off by her newly gained weight. Shouting “Whoaaaa!” she fell forward and landed on her belly. With her hooves splayed on the ground, and her back bobbing up and down on top of her wobbling gut—with a smile on her face and her eyes rolled as far back as they could go—she moaned softly to herself. When the jiggling stopped, she looked at Applejack. “Well?”

Applejack wasted no time shoving more apples into her mouth. The two quickly established a rhythm: Dash continuously chewed, swallowing just a portion of her mouthful every fifteen seconds or so. Every time she did, Applejack rammed a new apple into her mouth to replace what was swallowed. They were a well-oiled, feeding-and-eating-and-growing machine.

Dash’s cheeks shrank with every swallow, then bulged back out, sometimes even further than before, with every apple rammed between her lips. As Applejack moved her hoof around inside Dash’s mouth, applejuice squirted out from between those blue lips. Dash’s belly continued growing, raising her back further off the ground with every swallow. She was approaching her normal, standing height, even though she was still lying prone. She repositioned her legs to plant her hooves back on the ground—in the process, squishing her legs hard into the sides of her belly and causing the whole mass to slosh.

Applejack was sweating. With her free forehoof, she took off her hat and fanned herself with it. Her other forehoof’s regime of ramming apples into Dash’s mouth, continued unabated.

Dash would have wondered how Applejack did that, if her consciousness weren’t sinking further and further into an abyss of pure decadence. The apples were a crispy concerto of deliciousness in her mouth. The mass of food in her gut was a cool, comfortable cushion. The skin of her ballooning belly was so sensitive that every blade of grass was a lover’s caress against it. And anytime Applejack touched her belly... the last time Dash felt something that intense, it was while reading a particularly trashy erotic thriller. (Or one of those kinky Daring Do fanfics that she didn’t have stashed under her mattress, and that she absolutely didn’t write herself.)

Applejack stopped again. “How you holdin’ up, sugarcube?”

Dash moaned and smiled, looking back at Applejack with half-lidded eyes.

“I’m wonderin’ ’cause... I know we both said this was all-or-nothin’, but maybe we should stop here after all.”

That snapped Dash out of her reverie. “What?”

“Eh, heh heh. If you eat any more, you might have a bit of trouble leavin’...”

Dash’s legs were fully extended, but her belly still hung all the way to the ground. Squeezed between the ground and her spine, her gut squished outward, a few feet in every direction. Her belly bulged around the sides of all of her legs. She obviously could’t fly in this state—her wings were comically small on her new, bloated body—and if she grew any more, she wouldn’t be able to walk, either.

Rainbow Dash examined herself—at least, as much of her round body as she could—and the simple act of turning her neck made her jiggle and wobble some more. Then she met Applejack’s gaze. “Well, that’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“You sure about that?”

Dash stamped, wobbling even harder. “Darn it, AJ, you said all those apples! If you go back on your word now, you know what that makes you?”

Grim determination replaced the uncertainty on Applejack’s face. Without hesitation, she shoved two more apples into Dash’s mouth.

A few seconds later, one of Dash’s hooves lifted off the ground. Then another. Not long after, all four of her hooves were a foot off the ground, and rising higher. Her legs hung down, resting against the sides of her gut, sinking in slightly and quite pleasantly.

Applejack continued feeding Dash, though somewhat slower than before. Every few minutes, she poked the huge belly, testing its tautness. Every time, her hoof sank in several inches or more—and Rainbow let out a sultry moan, while her entire belly wobbled.

Gosh, Applejack thought, the first time this happened.

Is this gettin’ her all hot ’n bothered? She thought the second time.

What a weirdo, she thought the third time.

Inch by inch, Rainbow Dash’s belly grew in every direction. Her legs, resting atop it, splayed further and further. Her height didn’t increase as quickly as her width, but she still grew visibly taller. By the time there were only a few dozen apples left, Applejack found she had to rear up just to get them in Dash’s mouth. Every time she did it, she rested her free hoof on Dash’s gut. Dash’s moans—and the way her own hoof sank into Dash’s belly—were affecting Applejack more than she would admit to herself.

At last, there was only one apple left. Applejack glanced between it and Dash. “Just one sec, sugarcube,” she said.

She trotted the wide circle around Dash, gently running the tip of one hoof along her massive belly (prompting moans of pleasure from the pegasus) as she went. She stopped at Dash’s backside.

“What’s the holdup, AJ?”

“Just, considerin’ the best way to do this.”

“Do what?”

Applejack turned to the side, planted all four hooves on the ground, and pushed her entire weight against Dash’s belly. The skin was soft and yielding; she blushed as she sank in those few inches.

“Ooohhhhhhh!” Rainbow said.

Applejack pulled back, then shoved again. Then again. And again.

Rainbow Dash’s body wobbled and sloshed... then rolled forward a few inches. Applejack stepped back up to Dash’s belly and resumed pushing against it with all her weight. The process continued for some minutes, with Dash rolling forward—all the while, jiggling like a blue balloon filled with applesauce. Which, in a sense, she was.

Finally, Applejack trotted back around to Dash’s front, again brushing the tip of one hoof against the massive belly. Dash had rolled just far enough that her head was once more level with Applejack’s.

Applejack picked up the last apple, not with her hoof but with her mouth. Dash’s expression made it clear she had no idea what Applejack was up to, but she felt too good to question anything.

Applejack held the apple up to Rainbow Dash’s mouth and raised one eyebrow. Dash took the apple, but Applejack didn’t pull away. As Dash closed her mouth around the fruit, Applejack pressed her lips once more against Dash’s. Dash closed her eyes and chewed, while Applejack wrapped her forelegs around the pegasus’ neck. She ran her hooves up and down Dash’s neck and back, prompting Dash to flap her wings and kick her hind legs—which made her entire body wobble, pressing her even more firmly against Applejack’s lips. Dash swallowed, and Applejack finally stepped back.

Both ponies panted and sweated. Applejack found her voice first. “Whoo-ee. That sure takes a lot out of a pony, don’t it?”

Dash grinned and nodded.

“I think we could both use a little somethin’ to cool down.”

Applejack removed the hose from the cider spigot and held her mouth directly under—taking care not to touch the spigot with her lips. She opened it for just a few seconds, pouring about a mug’s worth right into her maw. Reattaching the hose, she turned back to Dash and said, “Alright, tell me when.”

Rainbow Dash held the hose tightly in her mouth and nodded at Applejack.

Applejack opened the spigot.

The handle broke off in her hoof.

Dash closed her eyes as she resumed gulping down the cider and resumed expanding.

“Um, Rainbow Dash?” Applejack said. “We got a bit of a problem.”

Dash opened one eye, and Applejack held the broken handle up for her to see. Dash smiled and shrugged. The gesture made her wobble again.

Applejack blinked, then smiled herself. Tossing the handle aside, she trotted up to Rainbow Dash. She closed her eyes and leaned once more against that belly, savoring the way Dash jiggled at every touch, and the pressure as the belly ballooned out further.

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That night, after dinner, Big Macintosh pulled Applejack aside.

“Well?” he said. “How did it go this afternoon? Your ‘lesson’ for Rainbow Dash?”

Applejack smiled and shook her head. “She didn’t learn nothin’!”