Author's Note

For >>.27887396.

"Flutterbat during an apple bakesale" (Stuffing)

Applejack glanced to her right. One hoof was jammed against her cheek, the other laying across the table in front of her. "She ain't gonna stop, is she?"

Across the grassy gnoll, Fluttershy was looking quite, well, round. The bloated pegasus gave a little hiccup as she started walking again, heaving her gut along with her as she did. Poor thing was absolutely stuffed to the brim, that yellow belly dangling between her legs and jostling with each step she took, the slightly audible slosh sound rising from her overfed stomach with each step. Truthfully, they'd stopped counting, but they were pretty sure the skinny pegasus -- or, well, bat pony, as happened tonight -- had managed to pack away eight of the apple pies that were for sale. Were being the operative word; the appearance of a rather "corrupt" Fluttershy having put that on hold.

It may have been Nightmare Night, but Fluttershy suddenly sprouting fangs and beginning to ravage pies was a little too scary for most ponies in the area.

"Probably... not?" Twilight said, cocking her head to the side as she watched the mare pick up a ninth and just sink her fangs into it.

Rather than eat it, she simply sucked the filling out, each moment passing causing her to swallow a few more gulps. Every swallow caused that swollen belly to sway a little bit more, hang a little bit lower, and fill out a little rounder. This one, she had to split her legs slightly, her rear knees bending slightly as she widened her stance to better carry the gut that was fighting for space between them.

"You reckon she's gonna get full sometime before she eats all of them?"

As the ninth withered, "empty" pie was sucked dry, the completely stuffed Flutterbat picked up the tin and flung it across the farm with far greater strength than average. A small, wet burp rose up out of her sticky throat, causing a tiny bit of apple pie filling to coat her lips before it was immediately licked up, and those slitted eyes locked onto pie ten.

"I mean, she looks like she's going to pop if she doesn't. Should we stop her?"

Slowly but surely, the converted Fluttershy was chipping away at the stocks. Pie ten was bitten into, this one slightly missing the mark and biting into the side, but the filling didn't care. It was sucked up, just like if she had been dead center, that neck beginning to pulse once more as she gulped down the filling of yet another full pie, that swollen, taut belly letting out a massive gurgle as it was forced to stretch even farther, stance widening even more as she tried to make space.

"Nah. Let 'er get 'er fill. Last time this happened, she ain't change for like, six months. Get it out of her system."

Ten down, withered away into a husk of what it once was, but this one was simply shoved off the counter and into the grass. A hiccup rose out of her, before one final gurgle from her gut rumbled through her throat. With that, the beyond bloated bat pony flopped over onto her side, stomach sloshing, before a little puff of smoke engulfed her. As it dispersed, those feathery wings were back, the fangs were gone -- leaving one incredibly bloated, but quite normal, pegasus in it's place.

"Huh."

"Yeah, I ain't gonna lie, I'm gettin' pretty sick of it. This is like the fourth time."